It’s done. Finally.

I can’t believe I’m saying that. After all this time, after all the drafts and rewrites and emotional roller coasters, it’s finished. I’ve spent so long with these characters, growing close to them, getting lost in their world. There were moments when it felt like they were writing the story instead of me—pulling me in directions I never planned. The ending of one chapter, especially, turned out nothing like I’d imagined. But that’s the magic of storytelling, isn’t it? Sometimes it surprises even the author.

This story started on a whim during Jungkook’s birthday in 2021. I was nineteen, still a teenager, still figuring myself out. Life back then was messy, painful, confusing. And somehow, through writing this fanfiction, I found space to grow alongside my characters. We made mistakes. We suffered. We learned. And in all that chaos, something beautiful emerged: resilience. The quiet, stubborn kind that keeps you going even when it feels like there’s nothing left to hold on to. Even if the light is dim or distant, it’s still there. And sometimes, that’s enough.

One major shift in how I wrote—and how I thought—came from reading Mark Manson’s The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck and Everything Is F*cked: A Book About Hope. Without even knowing it, Mark helped shape this story. If it weren’t for him, JK would’ve ended up in a much darker place—one he might not have come back from. In the original draft, he killed Seo Joon out of rage. He went to jail. But perspective changes everything. So thank you, Mark, for reminding me—and my characters—that there’s a better way to respond to pain.

I also want to thank RM’s RPWP album. Songs like Heaven and Around the World in a Day helped me embrace who I am, flaws and all. Namjoon’s music speaks to the quiet moments, the ones where you’re alone with your thoughts and need someone—anyone—to tell you it’s okay. For almost 5 years now, BTS has been that someone for me. I’m not outgoing. I don’t have a crowd of friends. I’m often alone, and that loneliness can feel heavy. But these seven boys have made it lighter. They’ve brought me comfort, laughter, and love when I needed it most. I love them deeply, and I always will.

To the graphic designers and reviewers who supported me through this journey: thank you for your skill, your patience, and your understanding. I know I can be a bit particular, but you never made me feel like I was asking for too much.

And finally—to my readers.

You stayed. Through the edits, the updates, the pulled chapters, and the long silences—you stayed. Maybe you didn’t hit the star button every time, but I saw the read count. I felt your quiet presence. That means more to me than I can say. Thank you for holding space for this story, and for me.

Now, it’s time to shift focus to the next project.

There’s more to tell. And I can’t wait to keep growing—with my characters, and with all of you.

With all my love,
Stella Pviscelle