so far away | yoonkook

note from urs truly.

this story is dedicated to:

my numb-ass brother

(i hope god gives him a hint that i fucking wrote a 120 paged document just for him.)
i think you stink but i still love you.

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for the reader:

holy shit right? you've finally made it--more like, we've finally made it. 

thank you for staying with me throughout this whole journey, through all the ups and downs, the twists and turns, yoonkook doing 'the do', jimin being a limpy orange-haired walking 'run aesthetic' blog, to the times i cried writing all that yoonseok moments and all the cringey tom/seokjin incidents and tried so hard to make up for it by giving you some namjin. i know. this was a mess and i won't lie and say that i intended it to be like this bc my initial plans for this book were waaay different. i can't say i hate it either, it's the first book i ever finished. omfg. you don't understand how emotional i am atm. and i'll probably read back to this some time in the future and just shake my head bc seriously how lame am i? as lame as all seven of these dorks combined.

so a question i frequently get down in the comments is 'why can't yoongi and hoseok be together?' hmmm.... well,, it's because─i hope you read the previous chapter and didn't skip through it bc it legit holds all the answers to the universe. or at least to this universe, i mean. 

okay maybe not all the answers but yanno, maybe most :----) 

what the fuck have i done, i don't know either.

i won't keep you here for long. 

i am very truly thankful from the bottom of my hypothalamus and my heart for every single read and vote and comment on this lil piece of work of mine. thank you, thank you, thank you all so much and for sticking around. i hope i made it good for you guys up until the end. we hit a few bumps here and there, i hit a few blocks and almost couldn't get out of the coma but it's all good. any further questions, i am more than willing to answer through inbox. or leave me a message on my board. or just, idk, comment them-- everything. your concerns, complaints, love/hate mail. hit me.

i hope you, too, have found your happiness :)

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because i have found mine by writing an epilogue,,,