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Unwritten

Summary:

Yanqing needs to write a report.

Notes:

I was in a writer's block until I had the brilliant idea about writing something about not being able to write. This time Yanqing was my scapegoat.

For my friends who are reading, tag ourselves to the adverse reactions that the characters have towards Yanqing's writing, good luck.

Beta read by: Akasen

Chapter 1

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It was already the fifth time in a half-hour span that Yanqing had changed the parchment.

 

He couldn’t focus, everytime something or someone crossed his mind, he became distracted. First was lunch break, second was that little mistake he committed in the third word in the fourth paragraph, then was Bailu wanting to play with someone because she was, in her words, “so bored she was almost becoming sick” and after that he reminisced of how much a disgrace he was.

 

The whole point was: he couldn’t focus because he didn’t know what to write.

 

It was like a limbo in his mind, Yanqing had a million ideas but couldn’t grasp to find one single one good enough to put in the paper. It was frustrating, infuriating at least. How come he couldn't simply be productive and write something, even if it was bad.

 

Well, if it was bad he would feel so ashamed to show it to Yunli. So it was better not be that bad.

 

The words flowed in his mind in a chaotic order, not saying anything specific. His mind was almost verbose-like, nothing connected and didn't even seem to make sense, it was every word on its own, every scene on its own, and all of them were empty in significance. Nothing was good enough that was worthy of being written. 

 

Yanqing inhaled sharply while discarding another parchment. And there went another perfectly fillable parchment. He clasped his hands together and stared thoroughly at it, the same single doubt in his head: How do I start this? And, even more importantly, Will this be any good?

 

Well, when it was about his writing, he tended to be kind of insecure, probably due to his impostor syndrome and perfectionism. The general used to say it was “really well crafted for his tender age,” Baliu always seemed playfully annoyed that she had to pull a thesaurus to read, everytime he asked for her opinion, Huohuo would always read and with a faint smile, endorse how good it was, for Shushang…she would forget to read and, when she actually did, was her feedback kind of flat? He wasn't so sure, but all the times she would say she liked it with a huge smile on her face, which might have been a fake one.

 

He gripped the brush tightly, nearly breaking it in the process. It was just a simple report and he felt like he was fighting in an internal war. Yanqing just needed to write, how hard could that be? He dropped the writing tool onto the table, causing an ink pool to form in which was once entirely usable parchment in front of him.

 

He would get to the root of the problem…later. Now he needed to breathe some fresh air and maybe eat one or two Berrypheasant skewers.