details: a modern parallel to books 3 and 4 of virgil’s ‘aeneid’, angst
warnings: smut (it’s pretty vanilla), graphic descriptions of depression and panic attacks.
pairing: nct’s taeyong x fem!reader
a/n: i forgot just how sad this was- please, if you’re sensitive to graphic descriptions of panic attacks and depression, think twice before reading this. i went to a very dark place in my mind when writing this, and the things that y/n feels in this fic are things that i myself have experienced. if you or anyone you know is suffering from depression, get help. please. the worst thing you could do is stay silent about it.
remember: you are loved. please come and talk to me if you need anything, or talk to someone you trust. don’t suffer in silence.
You can still distinctly remember the day that Lee Taeyong stumbled into your life.
It was at one of Jaehyun’s parties. A party that you yourself initially had no intention of going to. After you found out that your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend, you wanted nothing to do with the partying scene that you knew for a fact he loved so much. Instead, you chose to drown your sorrows in tubs of Ben and Jerrys’ and whatever sappy romance series you could find on Netflix. Your roommate, Johnny, let you be for a few weeks, but when it got to a point that you were screaming at the television that love wasn’t real, and that the one person who you think may love you will ultimately break your heart into tiny pieces and step on them, he knew he had to do something.
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