But when I find someone that I love as a writer, you best know, I will not shut up about it. And I should’ve done this sooner, but I want to highlight one of the gems in our fandom. 

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

I’ve had this plot in my head for a while now... I would like to explore a multiverse trope where people (and in my head it’s Jjong for now) are inevitably and unconsciously connected even though they are in different universes, but they live simultaneously and I’d want to explore how an event could bridge these parallel lives. 

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I can’t write scenes out of order, so it’s always start to finish. I’ve wanted to do that, but it doesn’t feel right for me, because my characters always end up having a life of their own so I can’t cut up their lives like that in my head in a chaotic order, like if an event happens first and another one happens after, I have to write it with their mindset through that logical course of events (I don’t know if I’m clear but yeah XD). 

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Tbh, I rarely can meet these conditions now. Because ideally, I write later in the night when everything is silent and it’s just me and my laptop, but I can’t stay up till like 4 or 5 am because I have to go work and on the weekends if I do that, I pay the whole day after because I’m old now. XD So right now, my ‘ideal conditions’ are having no distractions (weirdly, I find that writing in my office is very helpful these days), so I’m not listening to anything and there is no one around. Oh yeah, and I have to have a few hours ahead of me with nothing to do. ^^ 

A/N: I decided to be a little freer with the prompt, I hope you still like it ^^

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Eonsook flings the door open and charges into the room, letting out a hup! before diving headlong onto the lump in bed. 

“Mwaaaning~!” she sings cutely to a groaning Junghee, who is mummified in her blankets. She stirs and tries to move her face in the other direction, grumbling something about long weeks and tiring work. But Eonsook is having none of it. It’s Saturday, the sun is shining, the weather is perfect for a drive to the beach. It’s been a long time since they did anything remotely fun, and now that neither of them is working over the weekend, sleeping is the last thing on her mind.

She playfully dumps her full weight onto the other, reaching under the covers to start a tickling battle. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” she urges.

Junghee blindly flings her arm out as she shouts in annoyance. To Eonsook’s ears, it sounds like an angry cat. She giggles, aligning herself over the other’s body, straddling her to insistently peck at her face. “Wake up, baby,” she whispers between kisses. “Let’s take a shower. Wear some nice clothes. Eat something delicious, hmm?” she tries to entice.

“Mm…” Junghee pouts sleepily. “Tawahhuusb…” she mumbles behind a yawn.

“What?” Eonsook chuckles, holding the other’s face. “What’s that?”

“Mm…” comes the simple reply, which only escalates Eonsook’s amusement. She snorts, shaking with laughter, pressing adoring kisses on Junghee’s face.

Another complaining cat sound tries to push her off, but she persists and hugs the other tightly. A struggle ensues, one laughing and the other swatting, one feigning hurt and the other scratching her face with some remorse. One eventually grinning and moving in for a kiss, the other whinging about morning breath.

“Yah,” Eonsook shows her outrage. “You make me sleep in a different room for snoring, at least let me kiss you now!” She fake-cries until Junghee clicks her tongue and grabs her cheeks to smash their lips together.

“Happy?” she says to an Eonsook who is now as pleases as a puppy. “Now brush your teeth. Go!”

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Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Jinki can feel himself crumbling apart with each motion. Years and months and weeks and days of devotion, of servitude, of humility, all thrown into the fire. The seconds and minutes and hours of doubt and uncertainty tossed in as well, belief and disbelief burning up into the same unrecognizable ash.

Taemin grins, delighted in Jinki's immolation.

hmm, because sex and religious rebirth and death and voyeurism in a tight 57.

Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

the jongyu in star-eyed has been going on for literal centuries, and jjong is hella voyeur for all of jinki's pick-ups.

What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?