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cloud nine • 2 part jaemren/renmin lucid dream actor au • 19k words • pg-13 • inspired from a loooot of shows and films

Renjun has set his first goal when he turns 20 to star in a full length feature. When City27 opens up for new applicants for their lucid dreaming project, Renjun makes sure to grab the chance. (or renjun lands his first lead acting job in a production company that films dreams and turns them into movies with jaemin as his lead co-star)

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10/04/19 Hey Mark hyung, My mom just called me to tell me I have to consider being frugal. This month’s electricity bill came and maybe the fact that I’ve set up the air conditioner to its maximum for most of the past few weeks added too much in the total. Out of habit, my excuse. She said I should maybe save up now that the bills will all be on me until I find a new flatmate. I have been looking. I set up an announcement on one of the university group pages on Facebook but I guess no one really needs a room halfway into the semester. Hey, that was a shitty move you did there - leaving midway and leaving me to pay up all the expenses for a room for two that I can barely afford. That was foul. Now I can’t do retail therapy or else I’ll be demoted. I can feel a cold coming up with this negative temperature. I wonder how this calmed you and your Canadian ass. Anyway, you're weird. We've gone through this. Who goes away and moves continents just because their roommate AND best friend 'accidentally' drunk confessed? Weird. Anyway, fuck you. Anyway, I'll get my revenge one way or another. Pick up your phone some time. Donghyuck - 11/11/19 Hey Mark Hyung, I never got any letter back. Just in case you kept your response under your pillow to mull over every single night trying to decide whether you're sending it or not. You never sent it and I'm still waiting. Donghyuck - 12/01/19 Hey Mark Hyung, Finally got a new roommate. Boo you. Advance Merry Fucking Christmas to me. His roommate moved out too but for respectable reasons unlike yours and happened to scroll down to my month old Facebook post. Who knew they are many fuckers out there who leave a semester midway which then leaves many angels out there looking for new flatmates. Anyway, his name's Jeno. Bet you don't know any Jenos, he's got a unique name. He's my age and he looks like a cat but is allergic to them even though he owns 3! You may have seen him around if you look at my socials which in fact I know you do. We've been getting along well. He's kind of unfunny, sometimes even worse than you but at least he's here to help me with the bills and eat dinner with me everyday. Weirdly, I don't get used to eating alone. Donghyuck - 12/10/19 Hey, It's the last day of finals and I'm pretty sure I flunked that but at least Jeno came to pick me up and brought me to this good ramyeon place. He said at least I tried my best. Who knows a miracle comes and I somehow get to pass? Did you even get back to college yet or you sat this semester out and waited for the following year? If you did, I hope college's treating you right. I bet you're doing fine if you did. You always do. Take care, Donghyuck - 12/25/19 Hey Mark hyung, Jeno confessed to me and you know what I did? I didn't run away. Donghyuck - 12/31/19 Here's the summary of the story: Jeno's roommate never left. His boyfriend who coincidentally is Jeno's close childhood friend decided to move in with him which meant Jeno being kicked out of their flat. Both of their decision. The roommate being a 'kind person' found my old Facebook post about looking for a new flatmate. It so happens that roommate remembers me as I quote "Jeno's first college crush". We apparently took the same Bio lecture during my first semester. You know that class, that one where we skipped our college lecture for the first time because I suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted and you took care of me. That one. Anyway, he must have been in a different lab. Point is, his old roommate set it up and now we're here. Jeno said he likes me but not to feel pressured to return his feelings. He just simply wants me to know is all. He even asked if I wanted him to move out which I said no, of course. I can't live frugally and he's well, he's kind and a good company. I don't even know why I'm telling you all these. Do you even read every letter I've sent? Or this goes straight to the trash bin as soon as you receive it? Anyway, that's the story. Just tell me to stop sending you these and I will. Donghyuck - 1/14/2020 Jeno and I went on a date. I have to stop thinking what it'll be like if it were you instead. That's unfair to him and unfair to me too. Donghyuck - 2/14/2020 Hey Mark hyung, this is what I have learned these past few months: you were never coming back. Writing to you was pointless and I wasn't rich enough to throw away my life and fly wherever you are. In Canada or in New York or wherever it's cold and snowing. Maybe I thought it will bring you back. Maybe I just wanted to get mad at someone. Maybe I just wanted someone to share what's on my mind without the brain to mouth filter. You were that someone because you were close, because you knew me best, because you understood me and despite not at times, you let me be. I'm trying to make peace with it now. I talked about you with Jeno and he listened. Sometimes it just happens. You lose people or they go away. Don't get me wrong, it was still too much for you to move continents. The normal would be to just move rooms or as far as move universities. Was I that distasteful? The answer is no of course but it would've been nice to hear that from you. This is the last one. Whether you read just one, or none or all of them, it doesn't matter anymore. Just hit me up when you're back in Seoul I guess. You owe me at least 2 months worth of electricity bill. Take care.

[end of chat] ---- [new chat from Lee..] 2/15/2020 Hey Donghyuck....-

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this is a story as old as time.

renjun gets startled by a banging sound one midnight he can't seem to fall asleep into. he gets up from his bed, scanning the room for signs of life, aside from his and a pet hamster he's taken from the young kid across their apartment.

there comes another sound. bang, bang, bang it calls from the right side of his room. the side that's facing the road. is it a thief? is it chenle doing some mischief? or is it sicheng climbing up to cry his grief? renjun shakes his head and says 'i don't know. i don't know.' in his head on repeat.

the night is blue. the sound comes again in staccatos. he peeks at the clock hanging by the wall, the hands saying it's half past midnight. not too early. not too late either. the banging goes again and this time renjun moves, walks away from his bed.

bang, bang, bang the sound is louder as renjun nears the window covered by the curtains renjun picked up in the flea market together with his mother earlier that week. let me in. it seems to say. will you, will you? it repeats as a question.

renjun takes a deep breath, grabs the closest thing he can get for defense as he pulls the curtains away from the window.

the banging halts for a moment. from renjun's eye view, there's no one in there. he takes a careful glance on the road, it seems quiet now.

he takes a step back, about to let go of the curtains when a voice comes up again. renjun could hear it clearer this time.

let me in. pleaseeee.

it's coming from below. he ducks his head and squints at the floor of his mini balcony. the figure finally comes in clear, gaining form and color as renjun meets their eyes.

at first it seems like a hallucination. who is this? who could this possibly be? i think i haven't seen you around before. how did you even camouflage into the floor? there are many questions but the first one of this night comes again on repeat. let me in, will you? will you?

renjun does what his instincts are telling him so he walks close to the windows and opens them up, letting the stranger into his room.

the stranger smiles as he gets up, taking a step forward as renjun takes a step back. pat, pat, pat the sounds of their footsteps, one after another.

"hi!" the smile appears to be so wide, gums almost showing. renjun takes another step but this time the back of his knees meets the edge of his bed, and he falls.

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  this story is as old as time and the story is this: renjun gets up to a loud sound from outside his room and later finds himself a ghost to talk to on a night he can't seem to fall asleep.

the ghost's name is jaemin. he's 138 years old but appears as an 18 year old boy dressed in a striped blue and white pajama set paired with high cut sneakers.

"you didn't know ghosts appear in their prime years?" jaemin says as he munches on renjun's cereals. he continues to shoot them to his mouth only for them to fall on the floor.

he's come to renjun's balcony for refuge. the reapers have found his hidden spot earlier that day and were eager to bring him back after years of fleeing away. renjun just said sure when jaemin asked him if he could stay here for awhile. there is no physical body.

renjun shakes his head. "i thought ghosts appear the way they died." more as an afterthought. he grabs the cereals that were already on the floor and starts munching on them. there's the 3 second rule but renjun reminds himself he's not korean and he could do what he wants.

jaemin finally gets up and tries to peek through the window. it's been an hour since and he's told renjun about a lot of things, mostly about the changes in technology and how it affects the world negatively because people fail to use it in a way that would benefit them all. renjun listened and later on let himself talk, not about technology but about the universe and the extraterrestrial. jaemin doesn't believe them but he listened. he just thinks if the afterlife is real and the ghosts can be everywhere the same way one is in his room, believing in other worldly beings isn't much of a stretch.

"they might be gone by now." jaemin says as he looks left and right.

renjun gets up too. the sleepiness starts seeping in now but he's also feeling sad that it's all coming over. talking to jaemin had been enjoyable he would say, something he will probably remember for a time.

"why did you turn into a ghost?" he finds himself asking before jaemin decides leaps again from the balcony. he looks like a protagonist from that one show, the one with a long cape and a big hat on his head.

jaemin turns to him with a smile and it where he's supposed to mysteriously fly out for some saving and ask renjun to come with but this is what he says instead "a long story for another time."

then he leaps but not after telling renjun ghosts don't usually leap out of anyone's balcony. renjun's hoping there's a catch in there.

he hops back in bed and falls asleep within seconds.

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good boys go to heaven

mark/donghyuck short fic / 8k words / pg-13 / purgatory au adapted from the film 'hintayan ng langit'

Mark and Donghyuck doesn't meet on Earth but gets to meet just right in between death and eternity.

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one: a phone call from johnny.

"yes, hyung. well i got out now didn't i. it's fine, this isn't even big news to you, you know me. okay, okay i will. i'll see you later. bye."

doyoung looks at the time after the call. 12:01 it says. 12 hours of detention for what.

"we won't be putting it on records. we just have to appease them is all. you shouldn't have put yourself in that position kid. being smart ain't it all." doyoung hears the police on duty say to him. he knew he saw him as an inconvenience, complete total waste of time, some kind of stain he needs to get rid of fast or else his mother will barge in and do an hour long monologue about her efforts and how it's unappreciated. the feeling was mutual.

"i was in the right. i was just defending myself."

there, a sigh and a shoo-ing action, a little roll of the eyes to say 'we heard you but you should really go.'

"yeah, yeah. you can go now. just don't try to come here again, it doesn't look good on you."

yeah. whatever. doyoung almost says but chooses not to. he's had enough for the next quarter. the year is gonna continue to go on and he can't be wasting it on something dumb twice with only 12 hours in between. he's better than that.

two: what comes after the release is hunger.

the sun is at high noon now and half of his day is wasted. hd hears his stomach growl as he starts walking away from the station, determined to go straight back home where there is ample air circulation and a soft bed to lie on. but again, hunger. his last meal was before they got him and after that, every hour was just water therapy.

"food. i need food." almost as a pinned reminder.

he gets inside the first shop he spots. some shady little shop right across the station with a sign that reads 'bass bot' and 'cold noodles and tofu available here.' none of it matches.

"welcome!" doyoung gets greeted by a male, around his age with a red cap tied around his head. the ones you see in chinese restaurants. it matches his apron tied around his waist. a pretty small one. the waist. and the shop. no one is inside except him and this guy.

"what can i get for you?" the guy asks, holding a small notebook and a pen on the other hand. his eyes are pretty. tantalizing even.

"isn't there a chef's choice? if there is, i'd get that."

the guy laughs a little but most of it ends up with a wide smile. he's pretty, doyoung finally decides after a while. really pretty. some kind of face that you won't expect to see right here with no crowd.

"okay. chef's choice, i'll get to that." the guy turns but stops before he gets back to the kitchen. "and plain tofu right?"

"tofu?" doyoung asks, confused.

the guy nods then points straight ahead from the glass window where he could see the station. "you came from there right? you need to have it."

three: redemption.

it must be the burning humidity or the loud red paint all over the walls of this shop or the uneven and shaky table topped with his hunger, but doyoung is pissed.

"first of all, i'm no prisoner." he starts as soon as the guy gets back. he seems to be the only one manning the shop, doyoung has seen no one else from his time waiting (and going over his points of argument).

"i didn't say you were." the guy says bringing over the bowl of cold noodles in front of him. doyoung's stomach growls from the smell.

"second-"

"second is you should eat." the guy breaks into his little talk and he tries to glare back at him only to be silenced again by his stomach.

"second is it isn't polite to accuse your customer about something like that. where's your manager, bring them over here." he says after grabbing the chopsticks, trying to keep the glare going on and make the guy feel intimidated, take him seriously, know he means business.

"there's no manager."

"what?"

"i'm the only one who works here. did you see or hear anybody around?"

no. but then saying that would mean defeat. he can't lose twice within a single day so he takes it against the noodles.

"well, this better be good 'cause there's no one else to blame if this is bad other than you."

doyoung gets onto the noodles, he takes the egg first, adds mustard and vinegar sauce before mixing it all together. he feels the guy looking over at what he's doing, probably waiting for his reaction. he starts with his first bite and doesn't find himself stopping until he's halfway into his bowl to take some more breaths before continuing.

the guy finally moves away from him, walking towards the kitchen, humming a tune doyoung's sure he's heard but can't name at all. he sounds satisfied.

four: plain tofu.

the guy, who doyoung finds out a little later goes by the name taeyong, came back shortly after he's done with his noodles. his bowl is empty, no drop of soup to be found and the side dishes are cleared, put atop one another in an orderly fashion and ready to be taken away from his table.

"tofu, if you're still hungry." taeyong says as he sets it down in the table after removing the used ones to the other table across where doyoung is. taeyong grabs one of the chairs and sits beside him, crossing his legs as he pushes the plate of tofu towards doyoung. taeyong introduces himself after this.

"so taeyong, out of all you have to offer me, it's this?"

taeyong shrugs but not without a small smile. he points the signage doyoung saw as he came in. "it's all i have here."

he tries to take a small bite. it's tofu, it's soft. nothing much else. uncomparable to the noodles. doyoung doesn't say this outloud.

"why do you even have your shop here?" he asks after two more bites instead. he can't take any more from there.

taeyong turns towards the window again and with a sigh he talks. "people who come from the station are usually hungry and rent is cheap here." he puts it simple like that, taking his turn with the tofu before letting a question out. "you, why are you there for?"

so doyoung tells him just because. it's nothing shameful, it isn't even his fault (not exactly at least) and it's still too hot outside. his house offers a more comfortable place to be at but at least there's a fan here in taeyong's shop and besides, he won't meet with johnny until much later.

"some oldies just won't listen is all. i got heated. they too. i haven't been in a debate ever since i took a gap."

he was taking a gap year from university since the past semester to take time to sort things out including his internship for the supposed next school year. he's done that in about a month ago, now he's just mostly lying in his bed. he could go back to university the following semester but he feels no rush to do anything.

"you're on a gap year?"

"that's what i said."

taeyong stands up and writes something on a piece of paper hidden he got from his apron's pocket. hands it to doyoung after.

"you could work here if you want." he tells him as he sits down again.

"i said i'm in a gap year." he replies.

"so? i've seen you around, you don't do much besides tend to your house plants."

and there should be finger pointing, doyoung screaming about him stalking him and he could bring him to the police right there and then, but doyoung just sighs. must be the heat. must be the weariness coming along now. must be because taeyong's cold noodles are the best he's eaten the entire month. must be because now that he's not 100% hungry, he could remember seeing taeyong back in his apartment complex. almost everyday too.

"at least, i'm keeping them alive."

taeyong stands up and starts clearing the table, putting the dishes in a tray to bring back to the kitchen. doyoung leaves his payment on the table and leaves with the piece of paper in between his fingers, faces the glaring sun on his way back to his apartment.

he could use a job.

five: another phone call from johnny.

"sorry hyung, i can't do today. what? no, no. i just got something up. some part-time job at some place. it's nearby. whatever. i'll see you when i have time. i have stuff to do okay? yeah yeah. bye."

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return / (700 words letter, markhyuck her!au sort of. mark is an operating system who has left donghyuck behind. donghyuck writes to him one night.)

dear mark,

the new operating system sucks. they upgraded into a new version, his name is jungwoo by the way. he says he knows a certain mark too, called his mark a goofball, pretty and precious like a gemstone. he liked his mark very much i could tell, but i doubt it's you really. mark is such a common name and you're NOT a goofball. you're stupid.

the manual said he'd be very quiet. still talking about jungwoo. something about new protocols that the developers are applying for this new set of OS but he likes chatting with me so maybe he's an old one (is that how os updates work? talk to me about it in another time.) but well if he is from your time, maybe that's a reassurance that you are there, somewhere in the vast vast pace. maybe you're just next door, how would i know.

jungwoo doesn’t really suck. really. it was an overstatement. he just talks so much and what i need is some peace and quiet. or at least my therapist says so. "separations are hard, donghyuck. be easy with yourself." be easy. be easy. how do i do that? if you were here, maybe i'd ask but who i have is jungwoo, i don't think i can do quite the same.

how is it there though? did you get a new owner yet?

maybe it’s unfair to even expect him to do like you do. no one else is like you.

me being sappy? i know you're marking it in your calendar mark. marking mark. it's june 2 dumbass. gemini season. it's my season.

dear mark,

i know you're not supposed to put two introductory lines if it's just one letter but it's late now and i can't sleep. this bounded body can't travel far when it's awake so i have all the time to add unnecessary words in this. your freeform body must be nice at this time. you can be anywhere you choose to be. if you choose….

sometimes i think about your face. i try to sketch something out. i've picked up drawing two weeks after you - , it was very hard work to draw your picture when i didn't know exactly how you look. i only know your eyes are bright and large, reflective like clear waters from old rivers a hundred years back. i spend a ton of time painting your background. yellow, as it should be. sunflower, maybe sunflower, maybe i picture you as the sunflower and i as the sun. something along the lines, maybe even reversed. still i don't know how exactly you look, what shape do your moles form if i connect them with my fingertip. what hair color do you have (i think it's black but you stay blonde half of the time). i don't know but sometimes deep in the night, i love to think that i do.

it doesn't matter. you're not coming back are you? [Donghyuck scratches the words and then his thoughts. He's a brand new person.]

i have a party for my birthday this upcoming weekend. jeno's planned it. he's got a new one too called chenle. laughs a little too loud. you two would have gotten along well. jeno's doing better. he said he might know where renjun is actually. luck.

i feel you're about to return. i know it's crazy but i have a feeling that you will one of these days.

do you remember that day at the beach where you played symphonies and i tried to fill in the words to it. do you remember that day back when i let you takeover my overwatch account and made me lose shit. do you remember discovering new kimchi jjigae restaurants to eat at. do you remember visiting that garden and you talking to the kids and when they asked.. you said yes.

"yes. he is." "he's very pretty mr. mark." "he is."

admissions. i kept all our ticket admissions. i could call jungwoo up to recall all them right now but doing that will make him call my therapists and him doing an exaggeration of what's actually happening. he might be an actor in his past life. and you, you might be a hero. a real one.

it's not very me to go through this meltdown. i have a reputation to keep but it's late, late, late…. i haven't been born to a new person yet.

if somehow you get this, you're not stupid.

tell jaehyun i said hi. i know you still talk to him.

till next time, donghyuck

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2.4k / volleyball au / dialogue-heavy / markhyuck / The Greens led by Donghyuck go up against the Blues in a deciding 5th set covered by the nosiest neighbourhood CATS "sport analysts".

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loss city

2.7k markhyuck short fic • dystopian au • inspired from 2011 movie 'in time' • the plan is this and it's simple: get out of the area and move into the city. read on ao3

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so i got itches that scratch

3.8k / itch au or mark needs affection au? / markhyuck short fic / Once upon a time, Mark wakes up with an incessant need to be touched, held and kissed. Donghyuck seems to be the only cure for it.

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It's pairing day. Donghyuck meets Mark for the very first time.

prequel to mh hang the dj au 'i want the sunset to stay' / the infamous mark and hyuck's first meeting / year -end special in a non-screenplay format this time! 

  It's pairing day. Donghyuck meets Mark for the very first time.

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love planet

16k words / markhyuck in an altered rick and morty verse / less of an adventure fic but teleportation, multiversity, ’aliens’ / look for directory as needed. 

In the year 2375, Mark C-137′s breakthrough comes when he’s finally figured out the math to teleportation. 

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>> loveplanet : directory <<

notes that might be helpful when reading the fic as you encounter new locations varying from dimensions, planets or other universes. as this fic used references from rick and morty, some locations are the same as the ones on the show or may contain obvious similarities. other locations are made up, therefore visual representation might not be available (i can’t draw unfortunately :<) read as you go through the fic as this is listed according to the order that the locations appear/get mentioned in the fic. may contain non-spoiler spoilers.

* - made up locations, not in the show

LOCATION: EARTH C-137. exactly how earth looks like at present time but with more advanced technology as they are on year 2375. 

* LOCATION: DIMENSION C-207 a dimension where humans have onion shaped heads. an almost exact replica of c-137 except for the shape of the head of its inhabitants. everyone is kind to everyone. a happy place. also when i mean onion shaped heads, the shape looks closely like adventure time’s lemongrab’s head (see below)

LOCATION: CITADEL citadel from rick and morty looks like the picture below. if you’ve watched the show, it won’t be serving the same function. citadel in this au is the city with the highest power across all galaxies. people do live in this city. people in the citadel also have access to all known locations. 

LOCATION: BLIPS AND CHITZ an interdimensional arcade. 

LOCATION: POST-APOCALYPTIC DIMENSION earth in one of its post-apocalyptic state

* LOCATION: DIMENSION C-136 another version of earth but is a little behind with the technology than C-137

* LOCATION: MER CITY merman/mermaid city. mostly an island in the same planet as the citadel. merman only grow tails when they’re in the water. [AU IDEA FROM RACH!]

LOCATION: CRONENBERG WORLD body horror alien world. wouldn't want to think of markhyuck looking like this ig.

* LOCATION: DIMENSION 167 people are only allowed to use 167 words (including articles, prepositions) for a day after a long history of misuse of language

LOCATION: BIRDPERSON PLANET  bird person mutation

LOCATION: CORN UNIVERSE corn and human mutation

LOCATION: FANTASY WORLD planet in medieval themed setting. uses old english for communication. borrowed the planet name and concept but the one in the fic doesn't really follow how it looks like or what it is in the show.

* LOCATION: MUSICAL PLANET planet filed with music. people sing all of their words like they're in a musical.

* LOCATION: GOTH PLANET dark planet and no not because it's evil. everything just looks dark.

LOCATION: MARS mars as in mars the red planet. it has been occupied by robots, mostly dead robots. more fictional mars than actual mars. but sunsets are rly BLUE in mars. they're very pretty.

Lastly, pls don't question how they could survive in other planets/ universes/ dimensions without life support, they just do.

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fool for you

14.2k words / black mirror season 4 episode 4: hang the dj au / continues off from the markhyuck fic 'i want the sunset to stay' but can be read as a stand-alone. / mentions of other renjun and jaemin pairings! / side!markhyuck Renjun and Jaemin meet through the system. Jaemin wills they with each other forever. read on ao3

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endless eight

4.9k words / time-loop fic / warnings: recurring depiction of accidents (but no character death! i promise!) 

On August 8, Mark and Donghyuck go on a short trip to the beach to celebrate Mark’s birthday. 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

a story told in 2 point of views: a markhyuck typical break-up to make-up fic / 8.2k words 

part 1 / hyuck’s : relationships aren’t easy, that’s what they say. donghyuck just learns it the hard way.  part 2 / mark’s :  they don’t teach about second chances in the university. mark has to realize this in his own time.

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last stop: home

on-going / non-linear narrative of new neighbours renjun and jaemin / a fluff series / number of chapters are still unidentified 

Renjun moves from cities to cities day in day out. This is the last one. This time, he’s staying. 

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i want the sunset to stay

12.5k words /  a black mirror season 4 episode 4 hang the dj au / written in a screenplay format / notes about the au and its difference with the episode are listed here Mark and Donghyuck meet through the system. The system says it’ll last for 3 months. 

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