Yes, I do. Here’s something I had been working on for TMBTP. I had to let it go because it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, not for Jiyong’s side fic at least. It’s set during his short stay in San Diego, right before he set off for Europe. It’s one of those 80-percenters that I could never quite finish. Enjoy x
When Jiyong was sixteen, this was what he knew: He knew every species of flower that grew in his mother’s garden. He knew how to ride a bike backwards. He knew how to make a decent omelette. He knew integral Calculus, basic Latin, half of Auden’s works, and the four gospels of the Bible. He knew how to fix a leaking pipe, how to ice a sprained ankle, and how to mend a hole in a shirt.
(((CRY)))

