i know, i know, this story is done with, i even did the emotional thanks, so why am i updating with an a/n?

first of all, i'd like to say thanks to people who have stuck with this story since when it was only a few chapters with no plot, and- oh, this is future me who just checked the emotional speech and realized that i already did that.

i'll cut to the chase, then.

i've given it a lot of thought and i think i'll publish this as an original book. of course, i'd change a lot of the names, appearances, and sometimes personalities of the characters so they wouldn't be the anime characters i used, but they would be my own, so i wouldn't be doing anything bad there. i'd change a few scenes so there is less romance (say, with where the reader kisses yurio, she could slap him instead, sorry yurio) and i'd take a lot of time to edit it and make it less rushed and more good quality, with less bad language, more developed characters ect. some chapters i'd remove all together because they don't drive the plot at all. i'm also thinking maybe i'd get rid of demonology class because being honest i'm supposed to be catholic, and i wouldn't want that to cause any controversy, so i'd replace it.

so if you don't see the book around when you're shopping in the next couple of years, i've either been denied by publishers and am spending my time forcing my mum to find more publishers to give it to, or i'm being a lazy bitch and still haven't even started the big edit.

oh my god, i'm nearly crying just thinking about what would happen if it did get published.

walking into school one day, with a certain book in my bag, then when i get to form i just start reading the book and then someone's like:

'what are you reading?' - (i don't know why this would happen no one talks to me in form)

'oh, i'm glad you asked, i'm reading my own novel!'

and no one would believe me then i'd show them the author name and..

ahh..

i'm rambling. you don't need to know what my imagination thinks of the matter.

but anyway.

trapped in his reality.

might.

might.

be a book one day.

and for that you have to thank the fact that every other story i wanted to become a book has failed and this is one of the only actual stories i've wrote to the end where i own the plot.

so i'll leave you with that. i have mystic messenger chatrooms to flirt with yoosung in.

wait-

actually-

oh my fucking god

what i said about it's one of the only stories where i own the plot?

it's not just one of them.

it's the first.