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I clearly remember there were 55 chapters until now for BBS, why do I see 54 now? did wattpad delete any??? ☠️

Dear Author,
          
          I wish good luck and all the best to you... do your studies well... until then we'll wait patiently thank you for updating us about the situation so no worries ❤️❤️

 I know I went MIA without saying anything, and I'm really sorry about that. I just wanted to let you all know that my competitive exams are starting next month (sept) and will go on until the middle of the month. Just let me get through them and finally see the light outside my room again  I swear after that I'll post an update every week until the book is completely finished.
          
          Also, there are only about 12–15 chapters left!

Please update author... I miss miss you so much

Heyyy, i just wanna say how grateful i am for your work. Its been a while since i've read such a great fanfiction and i feel like its exactly what i need at the moment. And it got me out of reader's block...? I couldnt even look at books for weeks and i read all 51 chapters in two days, even sacrificing my sleep for it. And i take my sleep very seriously. 
          I especially love the way Jungkook kinda treats Taehyung as art...? Im a huge art lover and this all painting thing added so much depth to their relationship and honestly made me so so happy.
          And damn, based on your author's notes you seem so cool! And just genuinely a fun person to be around. I hope you'll find the enjoyment in writing again, but no pressure. Do it for yourself, not for anyone else. And like Yoongi said in a documentary - If a piece isn't coming together, just leave it. Don't try to finish anything yourself, sacrificing your peace of mind. There's a great book by Amie McNee "We Need Your Art". I highly recommend it for every artist, there are so many tips on how to just.. exist as an artist in this capitalistic world, focused on profit.
          Anyway, sorry if it turned out chaotic, i am not even a half as good writer as you, but i wish you all the best. 
          Hope you have a great day 

hey, I wanted to let you know how good BBS is and I absolutely love your ideas over the story and how you’ve written it overall. the characters are so strong that I come back to them again and can’t wait to read more of them. 
          
          I’m patiently waiting for an update on these babies so hopefully we’ll get it sooner. have a good one!

Hey author 

Hi author when will the next update come like you end the last chapter there I start making the next scene in my mind  but like always love the book it is excellent some scenes i didn't understand but I love reading it 

I have come to the very scientific conclusion that I am only fully alive when I am hyperfixating.
          
          Like, yes, I exist otherwise. I breathe. I attend life. I reply “okay” to messages. But when I’m hyperfixated? Oh, that’s when the soul clocks in. That’s when my brain lights up like a city at night and suddenly everything has texture.
          
          This is usually accompanied by: – one song on an unhealthy loop
          – writing at hours meant for sleeping
          – a fictional person / idea/ story living rent free in my head
          – me thinking “I have never felt emotions like this before” (I have. Many times.)
          
          Writing becomes oxygen. Music becomes a personality trait. My thoughts stop tripping over each other and instead sprint in the same direction like they’re late for something important.
          
          This is the version of me that feels sharp, dramatic, intense.... in a hot way. The overthinking finally becomes useful. The emotions stop piling up and start turning into sentences. I’m not bored. I’m not numb. I’m consumed. And honestly? I thrive like that.
          
          And when the hyperfixation ends, it’s tragic. The world goes from HD to 480p. Suddenly I’m like “Why am I a human? Why is time linear? Why am I not obsessed with anything right now?” But nothing is wrong, this is just the comedown after feeling everything.
          
          I don’t want peace. I want immersion.
          I don’t want calm. I want intensity.
          I don’t want to skim life. I want to fall into it headfirst.
          
          This is how I love things. This is how I survive my own brain.
          If that sounds like a lot, yeah. It is. And it’s also me.

Hi author, today i read the whole one It is fabulous I love it and when will the next part come I am waiting for it