Waddup my dudes/dudettes/people who use gender neutral terms. I'm gonna post a lot of chapters in a week so I can make a Christmas themed one. IM SO EXCITED! So prepare for 3 chapters in one week... oh boy...
*Also Singapore's human name is Jing Yi. Lee Jing Yi :3
Disclaimer: Why do I even need this anyway? Okay, I don't own Hetalia so there.
Malaysia had her suitcase packed and tucked the smooth, yet split-end hair behind her ear. Her room and overall, the entire living area she made herself comfortable in was bare and disowned. The fridge was empty as the closets were hollow and filled with nothing inside. It was fun living in a small, Japanese apartment with an automatic toilet. But she had to admit- she was feeling homesick. Malaysia could already smell the street food vendors near her at home, just waiting for her to come and get it.
Heaving out a small breath of air, Malaysia wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and let the hand rest on his hip. She had double checked already to see if she had left anything behind, but was still fairly certain that she got all she needed.
"I guess I'm done," She remarked to herself, gripping the number of suitcases she had just filled.
A very cool breeze swept her way as she opened the door, feeling goosebumps chill her skin as Malaysia went to take a step outside. It was very obvious that the season changed from a warm summer to a mildly colder fall. It reminded her of how everything was changing while she still remained the same. It's as if she was the same person who had stepped out of the Japanese airport, who complained inside her head that she already wanted to go home.
Yes. Home. She misses it.
Instead of taking the train, she got a hold of a taxi and was able to arrive smoothly at her destination. A small twidge of embarrassment coaxed herself as Malaysia fidgeted the ends her navy blue jacket. She took a deep breath before furrowing her eyebrows in determination.
'Okay. It's time to say goodbye. Don't... freak out.' Malaysia closed her eyes as she took in the breath, before opening them again as she exhaled. She knocked on the door. It slightly parted, a small ahoge curl and an eye peeked out of the opening.
She chuckled to herself, the feeling of awkwardness washing away as it went over to North Korea instead. "Can I come in?"
The door flew open quickly as it slammed onto the wall next to it, North Korea wincing to himself at the sound it made. Malaysia couldn't stop the happy grin that appeared on her face when he scoffed and closed his eyes. What an adorable reaction.
"D-don't make fun of me," He groaned under his breath, finally looking towards the side to avoid her gaze.
She nodded, "Okay. But understand that you're the most adorable person ever," Malaysia giggled.
Red tinted North Korea's ears as he scoffed again. "I'm not adorable, you liar. By the way," He drifted off, his tone turning serious. Malaysia felt the atmosphere halt in suspense at his next words. "I don't see your usual outfit. Why is that?"
"Huh? Oh..." She realized. "I was packing up my things and accidentally put the dress and tudung inside. I was too lazy to get it out I guess, so I'm stuck with this jacket and jeans. Do you like it?"
"It's fine." He muttered. North Korea parted the door, "You can go in now,"
"It would be my pleasure."
"Can I come with you to the airport?" Malaysia asked.
North Korea threw her a look, almost as if he was confused. "Y-you want to come with me?"
"Of course! It would be very rude of me to not even say goodbye to you. Why do you think I came all the way here to see you?" She closed her eyes while nodded to herself, putting her hands on her hips. "After all, it'll be nine months until we can see each other again. I don't have anything to do, now that most of the people I hang out with are already in their homes. By the way, do you have international texting?"
He shook his head, "I don't. I thought I never needed to anyway. Besides, my leader would kill me if I even tried to ask."
"I'm not your enemy, remember? I'm sure he would let it slide if it was me," Malaysia realized her wording and immediately became flustered. "Uh- not because I'm important or anything it's just our nation relations are incredibly good, la. I could travel to your country without a visa and all so I thought he might like me and stuff." She bit her lip, subconsciously cursing to herself for being so awkward. Now that she realized her feelings for him and confirmed it to herself, it was a little hard to take in.
"Huh?" North Korea's expression was taken back by her words. "What do you mean your not important? Your one of the most important people in my life."
'You sure know how to be blunt!' Malaysia's thoughts silently screamed. 'Why is he so cute? He's just glad you helped him with everything. He doesn't actually see you more than a friends, he's just straight forward and weird like that!'
Her heart started beating rapidly and her breath quickened. She pursed her lips as a small blush formed on her cheeks. "R-really?" She stuttered.
"Of course," He nodded. "You were so kind to someone like me, and I admire that about you. I'm so bitter, and my personality is so bland. My goal is to be as compassionate and caring as you someday,"
Malaysia deadpanned, any feelings she had for him drained out as she processed his words.
'Ah... I was right... this man will never see me as his equal. It's like I'll be some weird 'senpai' of his... poor me.'
"I don't want to annoy you, but didn't you want to say goodbye to me as I leaved today?" North Korea inquired, snapping the brain dead girl out of her thoughts. Regaining her sanity, she finally understood what he said and nodded with lips pressed together.
"You aren't annoying me. I'm the one who asked if I could go with you. I should be asking you if I'm annoying you,"
"What? You aren't. You're never annoying," North Korea reassured, folding another piece of clothing into the suitcase. His shoulder length hair brushed back, being tucked in by the color of his military uniform's shirt. Malaysia had a habit of focusing onto every detail. Down to his side bangs, his beautiful chestnut brown eyes. The curve of his lips, their flushed color of pink. Allah, he was so pretty-
She shook her head while North Korea's back was turned, not noticing the girl's struggle to remain calm and casual. 'Be strong Damia! Do not get persuaded by his good looks and horrible self esteem!'
"Are you d-done?" Malaysia asked. North Korea zipped up his suitcase and tugged it onto the floor, landing with a small 'thump'.
"Yes, as you can see I am."
"La, you're so formal to me," She chuckled, her voice pitch being higher than usual. "you're so fascinating."
North Korea's expression raised in alarm. "What am I?! Some exotic animal you can perch into a cage and examine all day?!"
Malaysia felt her face go all red as she gripped the handle of her suitcase even harder. "That was one of the most twisted things I heard you say this whole month! And you told me to torture your brother that one time!" It was North Korea's turn to get flustered, as his gaze shifted back and forth on the ground to avoid eye contact. She stiffed the chuckle escaping her mouth. Success.
"I didn't know you were trying to set me up! It's not my fault!"
"So if it wasn't your brother, you would've tortured them anyway?!"
The two continued their childish bickering all the way to the airport. It was fun to see North Korea trying to stuff in as much food into his bag as possible. They walked calming together, side by side with their walking pace matching each others perfectly. Malaysia felt the butterflies in her stomach return again, reverting her to that socially awkward position she desperately tried to hide away for his sake.
The plane was about to go soon. North Korea stood up to enter the premisis, but Malaysia blurted out more words.
"Um- don't forget about me, okay?"
Her face flushed as she realized she kept spluttering. North Korea seemed to have the same reaction. Widened eyes, parted lips. He nodded and started to run towards the plane.
North Korea boarded the plain, and bid her a quick farewell. Malaysia waved him goodbye as he turned away, going into the hall for his plane to China. She wouldn't be able to see him for another nine months... she might not even be able to contact him either... the feeling of anxiety crept her stomach. Malaysia sunk low in her seat and groaned in agony and put her head in her hands. She was always so good at embarrassing herself. In the past she overheard people say she was always so calm and poised. She snorted to herself, what a joke.
She stopped in her tracks once she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Malaysia dug the phone out and swiped through the apps to see what the notification was.
Hwan Soo: I won't forget about you. Stop muttering unnecessary things. I'll even ask my leader if we could text if you want.
She smiled to herself as she felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She quickly wiped them away, but the grin still stayed with a everlasting glow.
"I really am... a cryababy..."
Malaysia quickly texted him back.
Damia: Yeah, I'd like that a lot.
She finally got to see him after so long.
England was the same dark, gloomy place it always was. The skies were colored a dark gray, and the wind kept blowing coldly. She remembered it was like this when she was younger, when she had visited her old 'caretakers' house. Malaysia could get used to it.
It wasn't her intention to coincidentally find him near a tree in a small park, next to the airport. Malaysia gulped to herself, thoughts of her crush on the man swirling in her head.
His mouth was tucked inside a black scarf, his eyebrows furrowing in grimace as he furiously texted on his phone. As Malaysia moved closer to him, her view suddenly became full of color, the skies dim lighting not affecting her mood as much. Something about him made her gasp in surprise, words spewing out of her mouth before she could stop them.
"You cut your hair!"
North Korea flinched and turned his head around, finding a stunned Malaysia gaping at him. His usual shoulder length hair was cut, leaving only the side bangs to curl up against his jawline. It was similar to South Korea's hair style, yet the side bangs were longer. He nodded sheepishly.
"Er- yeah. My leader kept complaining about the feminine length, so I cut it all off." He explained, twirling his side bang around his finger. "Oh well, I guess it's easier to manage now."
"Y-yeah, I guess so." Malaysia responded. A small awkward silence lasted for a couple seconds before Malaysia spoke up again. "So, who were you texting? It seemed like you were busy, la."
"Ah. I was texting Yong Soo," He answered, his gaze falling back onto his phone. "We were suppose to meet up around this time but it seemed like he isn't answering my calls or texts. I guess I should stop trying to reach him. I'm calling him too much, and he must get tired of his clingy, annoying older brother trying to latch onto him again..."
"It's not your fault if he isn't answering. And he's your brother, I'm sure you won't annoy him."
"I'm incredibly irritating though," North Korea protested. "You already know that."
"You're not irritating. It's nice to be around you," She said. For once, Malaysia told this to North willingly instead of accidentally reciting her thoughts aloud. She shook her head, "You're cool, kind of awkward but mysterious. You're every girl's dream boy." Now this was the time for her to cringe at her mistake. Malaysia didn't mean to say that part...
North Korea snorted, covering his mouth with his hand. "I'm not, but thanks."
Malaysia chuckled back in response, his cute laugh made her feel more light-headed than before. This experience with him was breath-taking. Even though texting him over the vast ocean was fun and all, it made her incredibly happy to just see him with her own two eyes again. She was glad that her initial impression on him didn't ruin their friendship... which made a sudden thought pop up in her head.
"... Hey, la. Will you hate me if I ask you a question?"
North Korea shrugged, "Depends on what you say."
She ignored his blunt comment, and took in a deep breath. "Why... do you always act so high and mighty in World Meetings. No offense, but before we were friends I thought you were this selfish, egotistic guy with high self-esteem. But now I see you're the exact opposite of that. Why do you pretend to be someone you're not? Was... that too much to ask?" Malaysia hugged herself, preparing for the worst of his answer.
When she opened her eyes, she saw North Korea thinking to himself with his hand on his chin. He looked back at her with his half-lidded eyes.
"Hmm... I'm not offended. In fact, I am a selfish, egotistic asshole. The high self-esteem part is clearly not true, so you're right about that. So to answer your question..." North Korea stopped himself, staring off to the side deep into thought. "I... I guess maybe if I act like what people see me as, I can become the person people perceive me as. Did that make any sense?"
"Ah no, it was a bit confusing. Can you rephrase that?"
"It's like... maybe if I act like I loved myself, I might trick myself into thinking I actually do. There are times when it had worked, but usually I feel a sense of self-loathing." He sighed to himself. "I apologize for rambling. I said too much,"
"You never say too much, la." Malaysia reassured, giving him a small smile. "You can tell me anything. You can even tell me what you last ate and I wouldn't mind at all!"
"It was cold noodles, if you would like to know." North Korea chuckled, his hand covering his mouth once more. Malaysia wished he would stop covering his smile, it was pretty.
Suddenly, a noise spooked them both.
"BOO!"
They both screamed in shock, North Korea dropping his phone and Malaysia's bag falling to the ground as they jumped into each others embrace for protection. A loud snicker came from behind them as the silhouette revealed to be South Korea.
"What's up?" He grinned.
"Dongsang, what are you doing?!" North Korea growled. Malaysia nodded angrily in agreement. "By the way, where were you?"
South Korea shrugged, "My flight was late because of a storm. Also, my phone battery died while I was on the plane. I guess I listened to too much music. Are you okay? You guys can stop hugging now."
Malaysia realized she was still holding North's waist, as his arms were wrapped around her shoulders. He let go, muttering a small apology under his dark colored scarf. Anger at South Korea bubbled in her chest, realizing that she missed North's warm embrace. His arms wrapped around her in a matter that screamed 'I'll protect you'. She cursed under her breath. She hated South Korea for being such a cockblock.
"Sorry Malaysia, I gotta go use him! It's sibling bonding time. See ya later!" South Korea winked, grabbing North's hand and running away from her.
'That damn Korean!' Malaysia thought. Suddenly she screamed aloud in frustration, provoking the birds fly out of trees out of fear.
"By the way hyung-nim, how did you become friends with Malaysia in the first place?" South Korea inquired casually, kicking his feet back and forth out of habit. His brother sat beside him on the wooden porch with his hands on his lap.
North Korea's face perked up, with an 'o' shaped mouth. "Huh? Oh... I kinda stalked her on a train to return her wallet."
"Eh-? You're so creepy..." South Korea laughed, his head tilting up in hysteria. The frozen treat in his hand melted off his stick, and it quickly dissolved enough for there to be nothing left. South Korea pouted as he twirled his stick around his finger. "... You seem to be really comfortable around her. I wish I could be that close to you again..." As North Korea turned around with an expression of hurt, his brother smiled sheepishly. "It's okay! I'm just a jealous younger brother. Don't worry about me-"
His words stopped as North Korea placed both of his hands on his cheeks, caressing his face with a light hold. There was a soft look in his expression and movements, almost as if he was afraid of hurting him with his touch.
"I admit that she is an important person, and without her I would've never had the courage to even look you in the eye. But that doesn't mean I never stopped caring about you," His hands made its way down South Korea's waist, leaning in to hold him in his arms. "loving you made me forget how much I hated myself. And for that, I'm so glad your in my life."
"You're too sappy today..." South Korea sniffed, returning the embrace with a tighter grip.
North Korea smiled. "I'm glad I'm 'sappy' if it makes you feel any better..."
The trees whistled in the wind, cicadas quietly humming in the distance. It felt like the old times.
And for that, he was in debt to repay Malaysia in any way he could.
Before going to their new homes, all nations had to check in the building right after their flight. It was sort of like a World Meeting almost. Malaysia did not know what to expect in this World Meeting. She was prepared for America stealing Canada's spotlight, Sealand crashing through the window, and even Thailand showing up with an elephant in the backyard. But she was left speechless when the meeting doors slammed open to reveal a pair of Korean twins. South Korea clinging onto the North with an arm slinging across the other's shoulders. His face plastered a cheery grin, even more giddy than his usual ones. But the thing that made the entire room fall silent was the fact that North Korea had a small smile, and an adoring gaze.
Malaysia felt her mind go numb as North Korea gave her a small wave, a light blush forming on his cheeks. The nations around them, even America, stood in silence.
'Wow... You look so pretty right now...' She thought to herself, biting her lip.
At the corner of her eye, she noticed something. She slightly turned her head to see Japan trembling behind Taiwan's back. Malaysia almost felt dowwnright disgusted. Probably because of what he had did to her, her friends, Hwan Soo. She knew he changed over the past couple of decades, but she still didn't like what he did.
"Eh-? Kiku, what's wrong?" Taiwan asked, her pitch reaching a high note. Japan only sunk lower behind her.
"N-nothing i-it's just this reminds me of a bad memory..." He wheezed. Malaysia didn't want to see impolite or rude, she had more class than that. But that still doesn't mean she could control herself very well, and rolled her eyes at the Japanese man.
North Korea strolled past Taiwan and Japan, who avoided his gaze by staring at the ground. He ignored them and walked up Malaysia. He had stopped smiling, but it didn't stop the beautiful gleam shining in his eyes. It reminded her of the stars.
He bowed down, "Thank you for all you did for me!"
"I- uh... huh?!" Malaysia couldn't help but feel embarrassed, being praised in front of everyone like some sort of goddess. North stood up straight again, a tint of red shown on his cheeks. It looked like he was bashful as well.
"You were very considerate of my feelings, so I couldn't help but think what I should do to repay you. I am eternally grateful for your service!" He shouted, his face reddening even more.
She gestured her hand at him sheepishly, "Ah no, it's okay. You deserve to be happy and I don't need anything in return-"
"Of course you do!" South Korea interfered, surprising the both of them by hugging his brother from behind. "You deserve my respect for being able to put up with him for so long. How do ya do it?"
"How dare you," He gave South Korea an intense glare, but that was a normal thing. "I raise you up, and this is the kind of bull shit you sprout on me?" North Korea growled. South Korea didn't run away in fear and petted his brother's head, Malaysia realizing she wished she was the one doing that to him.
South Korea gave out a loud giggle, "You're not my mom! We're nations and brothers, we have no parents." Then his eyes got tear like as his clutched his cheeks in horror. Malaysia and North Korea being confused by his bewildered expression, the other Korean whimpered. "Oh my god... we don't have a mom. Hwan Soo, we're orphans."
Suddenly, a certain person walked into the room. Someone Malaysia hasn't been talking to recently because her mind wandered onto other things.
The nation coughed, putting a fist over his mouth before putting it down. His glasses glinted.
Malaysia stopped her blushing act, and instead her face become more annoyed yet emotionless. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Huh? Jing Yi, what the heck are you doing here?" Her voice turned more monotone and stale. Singapore sighed and put a hand on his hip.
"Woah! Sudden personality shift!" South Korea awed. North looked slightly concerned, but chose not to say anything.
Singapore noticed North Korea's look and waved him off, "Ah, it isn't anything personal. She just pretends to be irritated by my presence as a joke."
"What are you saying. It isn't a joke. I do not like you, leave." She acted even more blunt than before. Malaysia liked doing this to try and annoy him, it was fun to do. But she'll never admit that.
"Haha, very funny Damia." Singapore mused, putting a hand under his chin. "But seriously, what's going on here? You guys have time to explain- Germany is trying to catch Italy in the front yard again for trying to sneak a cat into the meeting room. Plus the entire room is waiting for an explanation to North Korea not wanting to bomb every nation here."
"Nuke every nation you mean," North Korea corrected, pointing his finger up. "I did not change at all. I am still the same person. I still want to nuke every nation here, but only slightly less than I wanted to before."
"It's because silly Malaysia here helped us with our differences!" South Korea answered excitedly, holding his brother in his embrace more tightly than before. "She was the person who helped us!"
Singapore raised one eyebrow in interest. "Really now?" North Korea nodded, still being held in South's arms.
"Yes. She is a really kind person..." North Korea mumbled, his voice being muffled by South Korea's arm sleeve. Malaysia heard the compliment and her gaze shifted towards the side.
"Ah... thank you for saying that to me..." She said. "You're kind too..." Singapore widened his eyes and looked at Malaysia, then at North Korea.
"... Hmm..." He hummed to himself. "Interesting..."
The conversation was cut short when Germany burst into the room, holding Italy and a small cat in his arms. He told everyone to sit down, still fuming at the whining Italian.
Malaysia didn't have time to think, but only about her newfound crush on North Korea. She didn't pay attention to what anyone said, even when it was North Korea's time to speak. She was too deep into thought. But she was conscious enough to see that whatever North Korea said, it surprised everyone. The meeting room didn't evolve into chaos as usual. And North Korea seemed almost calm, yet happy in some sort of way. Her mind dulled out the sounds everyone was saying... but North Korea did look nice as always...
If she was herself from a month ago, she would question her future self. Why would you even like someone as depressing and quiet as him? What is it about him that you like?
She... she couldn't exactly describe how she felt. Malaysia thought it was normal to feel more at ease, yet on the edge with him. Because he was her friend. She liked the sarcastic and blunt humor he always mumbled under his breath. She liked how calming he was behind his mask. She loved how charming he is, how fun it is to be around him. She might even love him...
Malaysia snorted. She knew the guy for a month! How could she love him? Well, he wasn't so hard to not love. After all, how could you forget how beautiful he smiles at you?
She shook her head. This was too confusing for her to comprehend. She hasn't romantically loved someone in a while, so this might mess with her head a little bit. It kinda... it kind of felt good to like someone like that after so long. She forgot how fun it was to feel like that around someone. The light and airy feeling that tingled within your stomach. It was an amazing feeling. She inhaled, then let out her breath with a soft huff. Yes... she'll play around with this 'love' idea. Maybe one day, she'll clearly understand if she loves him, or has a crush on him. Right now, she'll just wait an see. But she's certain it was love...
The meeting ended finally. North Korea went up to her, looking almost nervous about something.
"I heard of this fun activity from Yong Soo. It's called karaoke. I heard of it before but I never had someone to do it with... want to teach me right now?" North Korea avoided her gaze as his twiddled his fingers around.
Malaysia felt her heartbeat thump faster in her chest, and her breath hitched again. But she smiled, "That sounds fun. I would love to-"
"Ah, I'm sorry. But I need to ask her something real quick." She looked behind to see Singapore with a blank face. Malaysia frowned.
"Can you tell me later? I want to beat North Korea in karaoke."
"No. We need to discuss this now."
She gave North Korea an apologetic look. "I'm sorry Singapore has a stick up his ass right now. Next time, okay?" North Korea nodded in understanding, and shifted his gaze to Singapore.
"I'm sorry to bother you. See you another time," North Korea said, shifting discomfort in the creak in his voice. He walked out of the room.
As he went out, Malaysia smacked Singapore on the head. He yelped and rubbed his sore head.
"HEY! What was that for?"
"Hwan Soo is a kind, amazing, awesome guy who didn't deserve that type of treatment! Why are you so cold to him?" Malaysia huffed, glaring at him. Singapore held up his hands in defense.
"Yesh. I didn't think I was that rude."
Malaysia shouted at him, "You were! YOU WERE RUDE!"
Singapore sighed, crossing his arms at her. "See, this is why we need to talk."
"Hmm? About what?"
"To be honest... you kinda changed. It's like you and North Korea suddenly changed personalities."
"... What do you mean?" She raised an eyebrow at him crossing her arms together. "Explain."
"Well for starters, about six months ago you shouted in his defense back in Japan. And you usually stay neutral, in the background. North Korea's starting to become more mellowed out ever since you guys started hanging out. And you started to arrive at the meetings with him almost every time we went there."
"Jing Yi... are you stalking me?!" Malaysia snickered, as she pointed her finger at him while clutching her stomach. Singapore pursed his lips up and fumed in anger and embarrassment. Oh how Malaysia loved to provoke this out of someone as serious as him...
"NO! Recently I noticed North Korea has been rubbing his bad influence on you. I'm worried. You aren't usually one to yell or scream over the littlest things. And suddenly North Korea become surprisingly tame these past months. What on earth happened?"
"Honestly- you don't even need to baby me like this. I'm not your wife okay!"
"... Seriously?" He raised an eyebrow, Malaysia quickly avoiding his gaze again.
She should've kept her mouth shut. Years after splitting apart, they finally sat down and talked it out. They made a mutual agreement that they once had feelings for each other, but now felt it to be more platonic. They missed each other but they don't want to be together again. Malaysia pursed her lips into a straight line, wanting to die because of the words that slipped out of her mouth.
Singapore sighed, understanding what she felt. "Look... I'm not mad. I'm just really appalled by your weird fascination with North Korea. He seems like a nice guy, setting aside the nukes and all."
"What are you giving me, your approval?" She snorted, breaking out of her dark mood. The depressed feelings washing away as she was reminded of him. Singapore made a chuckle in response.
"I guess I am. What can I say? 'The guy who talks about killing every nation is befriending poor, defenseless Damia. Nothing is wrong here,'" Singapore mimicked, shaking his hands in the air to emphasize the phrase more. "Don't make me out to be some odd bad guy like in those Indian soap opreas."
"You watch those?" Malaysia widened an eyebrow in interest.
He pushed his glasses to bridge of his nose, glinting in response as he tried to conceal in embarrassment. "Anyway..." He trailed off, trying to stray away from the topic itself. "I'm glad you helped him. Just... try not to lose yourself over it."
"I won't, trust me. I bet if I ever fall into 'the axis of evil', America would beat me up before I could."
"And I will be there for you too. We haven't really hung out much," He shrugged to himself, lazily throwing his hands up. "so you can tell me about your weird girl troubles if you want to vent. But on one condition," His index finger held up, making Malaysia question his motives.
She felt her eye twitch, "Huh? What is it?"
Singapore opened his eyes with an intense stare.
"Let me be your wing man."
Malaysia blinked once. Then blinked twice.
"What?"
And just to be clear, I'm gonna make a statement now. My good ol' pal Singapore here is not in the plot to be a love rival. My dude is much more than that, and I love him. So I'm not gonna make this plot irritating by adding him in like that. You, the audience, deserve better than that. Singapore deserves better than that...
I'm trying to get in two more chapters in this week so I can pull a chapter up on Christmas Day. Wish me luck! Also, thank you all for supporting me throughout all of this. No matter how cringy or historically/culturally inaccurate this got, you all made me continue this story. I'm grateful for that.
Feel free to input any Malaysia/Singapore/Indonesia facts since I need them lmao. I'd like to hear the readers experiences into my characters, makes them feel more alive. R & R also have a good day!