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"Will We Ever Find Our Euphoria?" (2/2) FINALE + Author's Note

I started crying. I started to feel those familiar emotions again, the ones I had the day Y/N received a bullet on her chest. Why did I have to read this letter now? Why? This was written in 2015, and we're in year 2019. It's been 4 years. But it felt like this letter was written before her death. How is that legal? It took me a split second until I figured I really couldn't resist myself anymore. Here we go again, Min Yoongi.

After I was able to collect my thoughts, I folded the paper in half as I put it back in the drawer. Look at how she was so positive and optimistic while writing that letter. No messed up shit happened back then. But I guess that's just some children's fantasy and not... reality.

***

I was chilling on my balcony, having a drink while looking at the busy city. Cars beeping in every direction, people busy calling someone, and people laughing and running around.

"Hey dude." Someone started.

I looked behind, it was Jungkook. Not the person I wanted to see at the moment.

"Hey." I replied, taking another sip of my beer.

He opened a can of beer and took a few sips from it.

"How are ya these days?" He asked.
"You ask me that now?" I asked sarcastically.

We both chuckled and observed the city as the sun started to set.

"Where's Jimin?" I asked. "He should come drink with us some time."
"Yeah, you're right." Jungkook replied. "But I'm afraid you're gonna have to be the one asking him out for a drink."

I looked at him, confused.

"What do you mean?"
"We broke off." Jungkook confessed, taking a long gulp of beer and looking back at the sun.
"Oh... sorry to hear that." I said, taking a sip too.
"Well..." Jungkook takes a long sigh. "He's into you now."

I almost spat out my beer. What the hell did he just say?

"I'm sorry?" I asked, laughing.
"Yeah, it's funny. But I know you're straight. So your love story with him immediately ends there."
"Yeah haha... it's kinda like you and Y/N, except it's my turn to straight up reject him."

Jungkook's smile turned into a frown as he played with his can.

"I'm really sorry about Y/N." He said hesitantly. "I really didn't know she liked me."
"Oh she didn't just like you, she loved you."
"Right, which makes things even more catastrophic."
"Yup, it sure does." I said, sighing. "But it's not entirely your fault that she died; besides... it's impossible for you to like her back, since you're.. you know."

I pressed on a few parts of my metal can of beer as they made loud metal sounds.

"You've got a point." Jungkook said.

We both looked at each other and laughed.

"Cheers?" He asked, raising his can to me.
"Cheers." I said, hitting it with mine.

I guess things are settled between me and Jungkook now. Jimin confessed to me a few weeks later, but I obviously rejected him- well... friendzoned him.

One month later, BTS disbanded; or in other words, WE disbanded. After Y/N's death, we decided that it was maybe for the best that we all part ways and continue living our lives to the fullest.

Namjoon became a doctor, he said he always wanted to be one if he didn't become an idol, so here he is. However, the hospital does get crowded because of him... haha.

Seokjin opened a restaurant called EAT JIN and it's still very successful to this day. He said he opened one to help his parents financially and also because he loves food. He would sometimes invite us to grab a bite there.

Hobi, well.. he still can't get over Y/N, but he started talking with Taehyung's sister, Eon Jin, and maybe... they're made for each other.

Jimin decided to get enrolled into a university of arts because he wants to become a ballet dancer. He has the talent, so I support his decision.

Last but not least... Jungkook. He's chasing his dreams of becoming a martial arts professional.

***

"So there. That concludes my story. Thank you everyone for listening throughout the whole thing, I just had to brush it off my shoulders before... before my time to go. Goodbye, ARMY, I love you."

I turn off the vlive and that was the last live stream they'll ever see from me. No one knows, but right on my desk, there's a piece of paper with a lot of medical informations about my body and with the highlighted words: 2 months of life left. It's already too late... too late for a liver transplant. I discovered my cancer way too late.

I look up and notice a poster on the wall with all of us together, as BTS. There were a few words on it though and they were:

"Will we ever find our Euphoria?"

I smile at the poster and heave a sigh. They already did. But me?

Well...

Maybe up in the sky, where I'll join Y/N. Maybe that's where I'll find mine.

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Hey Wattpaders! Thank you so very much for either staying with me till the very end or at least reading one or two chapters of this story!

I know yall teenagers don't like long ass chapters (i mean i dont rlly either lol) but bear with me.

I'm finally done with this FF after 8 months, not only did the writing take a lot of spare time, but I was getting busier.. and busier.. and my mental health wasn't well balanced often, so it did happen a lot where this ff was on "hiatus". I'm fine now though, I managed to escape the dark room inside of me :-)

But aside from that, I had a lot of fun planning this story and writing the overall plot with the help of my brother @xyYUxy.

Thanks so much again for reading this story, honestly, this has been a rollercoaster of emotions for me to write, as a very empathic person. I really do love torturing myself though, so it's an equal situation.

Thanks for reading! Hope to see you all super soon!