.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

This section of the book will be split in two halves: the part written by seventeen-year-old Maits and the part written by twenty-year-old Maits.

Here's what seventeen-year-old Maits had to say upon the completion of the story when it was first published:

ahem.

so, here we are at the end of Utopia, previously titled a very stupid title called Idiot Idol! as shown in the first cover of this messy rendition of a fifteen-year old girl

(im seventeen now sksksk)

did you die yet? no? you got some goooooood survival skills then

so, back to the history of this book which refuses to leave my profile liek wtf are you doing STILL here you lil piece of-

this book was originally part of a romantic series i had started called Falling For A Tsundere. #puke

wtf is this-

it was supposed to be a book of four short stories which all had the same theme with different plots and concepts (also countries)

1. Ironic Fate

(lmao I straight up slapped text on a Yoongi fanart-)
a very cliche, high school book about how a girl falls for her tsundere bully.

2. Zodiac Rivals:

i actually liked the one but it got too boring

Yes, I was and still am obsessed with anime.
a YouTuber finds his challenge in his crush, who somehow turns out to be his nemesis.

3. Bestie-Zoned

this one is unpublished because despite its metaphorical verses that I was proud of, it was still a sappy cliché

yes, TitaniaTia was my previous username.

and the fourth one was Idiot Idol!

this book was supposed to have only ten fucking chapters. and then after I decided to terminate Falling For A Tsundere, it was going to have forty trucking chapters.

the end result?

twenty five fucking chapters.

MaitsK of 2018 was a big dumb-dumb and still is.

yet here are a few bonuses that you probably didn't ask for but I am gonna dump them anyways yeehaw 🤠🔫

FACT NUMBERETH ONE:

THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE A FANFIC. IT WAS LITERALLY SET IN THE STATES AND WAS JUST ABOUT HOW A VOCAL COACH IS ANNOYED BY HER STUDENT WHO IS A POPULAR SINGER.

FACT NUMBERETH TWO:

AS YOU MAY HAVE GUESSED (?) YOONA WAS THE TSUNDERE IN THE STORY WHICH I CHANGED THROUGHOUT THE COURSE OF THE PLOT FOR THAT SEEMED TOO IMMATURE. BUT IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HER.  IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUNGKOOK.

FACT NUMBERETH THREE:

THE IDEA OF THE WAR BETWEEN YOONA AND JUNGKOOK ABOUT THE REFUSAL OF USAGE OF TERM "OPPAR" WAS GIVEN BY THE PERSON WHO THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO. IT'S BASED OFF OUR OWN FIGHTS.

FACT NUMBERETH FOUR:

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BOOK THAT DISSES CLICHÉS.

FUCKING FULL OF THEM-

• CUPID FRIEND
• ENEMIES 4 LIFE TURN INTO BOSOM BUDDIES
• LOVE TRIANGLE (which failed, thank the Lord)
• TRAGIC LOVE PAST
• HEATED MAKE-OUT SESSIONS BEFORE CONFIRMATION OF FEELINGS
• THE IRRITATING "WHAT ARE WE?" DIALOGUE

AND THE FINALE

• AIRPORT SCENE

BUT IT DID KINDA DISS THEM, DIDN'T IT?

i hope it did or else i will jump down a well-

FACT NUMBERETH FIVE:

THE SCENE WITH THE CARD WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. THERE WAS LITERALLY GOING TO BE A SAPPY GOODBYE SCENE. NO HASTA LA VISTA EITHER.

IT WAS SPONTANEOUS AND I LOVED IT.

FACT NUMBERETH SIX:

THE SEULMIN CHAPTER WAS WRITTEN SOLELY FOR THE PURPOSE OF FANSERVICE TO A CERTAIN SOMEONE.

(it's the one this asspile is dedicated to)

FACT NUMBERETH SEVEN:

SASSY JIMIN WAS SPONTANEOUS TOO. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A WHINY LIL BITCH BUT NOW HE'S MY RELIGION

FACT NUMBERETH EIGHT:

THE BOOK BEGINS WITH YOONGI YELLING AT KOOYOO AND ENDS WITH YOONGI YELLING KOOYOO

:')

FACT NUMBERETH NINE:

HYOYEON CAN STEP ON ME AND I WOULD THANK HER. HER APPEARANCE WAS UNPLANNED TOO.

FACT NUMBERETH TEN:

I FUCKING ADORE THE PERSON READING EACH OF THESE FACTS

and even the ones who were silent readers. even the ones who left me votes. even the ones who left hilarious comments and constructive criticism ones. even the ones who questioned my experience and knowledge in music.

to all of you, who have made this book reach its end, someway or the other.

i thank you for reading this book of mine, my first ever work (not really) on Wattpad.

i never expected it to get even 1K reads or even 100 reads.

I really didn't.

but you guys made it happen. you guys made it reach this far. and had it not been for you and my darling sister who sits behind that screen, prolly shaking her head at how cringy I am getting, I wouldn't have made it this far.

it's not my best work and it's not how I write (at least before chapter nine).

but this still has that annoying nostalgia to it that makes me stop from pressing that delete button and pressing the complete button instead.

even after editing i still find the same thrill i had when i was writing this

i laughed like a dying cow at some of the scenes, cringed at some, blushed at a few and almost sniffed at a few scenes. reliving the experience again was something i didn't regret at all :')

head over to the LETTER BOX if you have any questions, my loves.

Hasta la Vista, then.

~

And here's what twenty-two-year-old Maits has to say:
  
Hello, darlings. I wonder who's going to read this again or if anyone even remembers this book. It doesn't matter, honestly. As you can tell from the rather dramatic change of writing, I have grown. And god, looking back, I was so obsessed with separating each sentence into separate paragraphs. And saying "skssksks." You can tell when a book is a relic with the terminology and the references. Which, by the way, this book is absolutely littered with. Good grief.

When I last unpublished this story, it was with a mindset that its accursed existence would forever rot in my drafts on Wattpad. That is what twenty-year-old Maits had destined for this book anyway. The Maits of present didn't even want to see this published again but there are a number of factors that contributed to its resurfacing on this absurd platform that has given and taken so much from me in the eight years I've been on it. Well, technically six, if we're being generous. 

The idea of Utopia coming back to this platform was a rather interesting one. I had a conversation with my friend about this book and how cringe I was, comparing myself to another younger friend of mine who wrote incredible stuff at the same age. I have to admit, the nostalgia of wanting to open my drafts and reading the last chapter got me. So, I opened Wattpad after publicly announcing in another book (Nine Tails) that I was logging out and never going to write any other BTS fanfiction (which is true and will remain that way; if you want my explanation for that decision, I'd recommend reading the last chapter in that book). And then I was hit with hundreds of notifications of people still reading my books. Even the ones I wrote as a laugh (With a Pinch of Salt and 365 Days). It made me a little sentimental.

I have to be honest, I detested this book. I hate that it reminded me of everything I used to be and how I never was this refined writer that a lot of my readers had an impression of following reading my other works, mainly House of Kim. I hated how little research and effort was put into it and how much I said that this was supposed to be a parody but at so many points, it simply parodies itself. Then it dawned on me: I was fourteen. I was fifteen. I was sixteen. And I was seventeen when I edited the above note and came back to fully edit and "revamp" the book. I can hate this book all I want but it represented a part of me that is probably lost to time (or not?). A happier version of me, not an all-right-in-the-head version, but a version that I was too harsh on.

 Utopia was not my first but my third step into Wattpad. The other books don't exist anymore, save for Bestie-Zoned. Except now, it's called Jejune and I'd be damned if I said I wasn't proud of it. Of course, I completely changed its face, so much that there's scarcely any trace of its original self. Even now, after scheduling all its parts to be published, I tried so hard to go back and edit this book all over again, but I simply couldn't do it. This is a relic, man. It is one of the last few pieces of that version of me, and any changes, even grammatical, would probably erase its memory the way I did with Jejune. And I could never do that to Utopia.

Why, though? The answer is simple: it got readers that the previous book didn't. It got me people who were, for the first time, genuinely into the stuff I was putting out. A lot of them were silent, but there were enough to keep me updating and then finally completing. Even if Utopia wasn't my first book on Wattpad, it was the first I finished. The first that gave me that eerie sense of euphoria that every Wattpad writer has at least once, after they get readers. 

People like my writing.

And I'd be damned if I said that Utopia didn't introduce me to a whole new world of Wattpad. I discovered friends and other writers that shaped me. Not all of them are in my life anymore, but even then, there were and are enough to make me grateful for this book's existence for pushing them towards me and me towards them. I wouldn't have written any of the works I'm proud of without it existing in the first place. Consider it the Shrek of my lifetime; without it, a butterfly effect would take place that would alter my entire journey on Wattpad. And my entire journey as a writer. Utopia taught me so much about rejection, grief, contentment, and resilience, even though the book itself barely touches on them.

Every single one of you who read this book is the Jungkook to my Yoona. You saw all my flaws and still stayed. You showed me that there was space for a whacky story like this one. Thank you for reading this far even though you didn't have to. Thank you for reading then. Thank you reading it today. Thank you for rereading. Thank you for sticking around even after reading this book and then reading anything else I'd post on this platform. Thank you for coming from some other book of mine and discovering this at the absolute bottom of the list. Thank you for telling you loved it. Thank you for telling me necessary criticism that I needed to hear. Thank you for reaching out to me. Thank you for making friends with me even though this was literally your introduction to me. Thank you for giving it a chance again. Thank you for being a part of my life, present or past.

And now, a final reference. One that persisted in my other books. Which I got from the film Hasee toh Phasee of all places.

  Hasta la Vista, then.

~maits.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.