#final message

You found yourself laughing at the works you have worked on these past few years, hearing a chuckle at your front door that took your attention as you moved your eyes towards its direction to see Yeonjun who had his side leaning on the door frame with a proud smile riding on his lips. You gasped and got out of your bed as fast as you can to run to him, the blonde male pulling himself away from where he leant opening his arms as you threw yourself into him and let yourself get engulfed by the warmth his body gave off. "You look so happy, Y/N. Mind if I ask what's it about?" He asks you out of curiosity, his inner cat waking up so early in the morning.

You laughed at Yeonjun and lifted your head up to look at Yeonjun, your sparkling E/C orbs making contact with his, the other male giving you another smile. "Remember when I told you I used to post my imaginative fanfictions on a social platform?" You questioned him, the yellow haired male almost forgetting all about it before a memory popped up in his head, nodding in reply. "Well, I might have actually bought ourselves a ticket down memory lane." You told him, Yeonjun widening his eyes before shaking you in an encouraging manner.

Yeonjun was the most proud of you when he knew about your career in the past. He can't actually call it a career, more like a hobby and made anyone who had their eyes on your works happy and it received so much hype that you continued to do all these things that you have wanted to do for so long. Yeonjun once pushed you to get back on track, but you told yourself that it was already in your past and that everyone have already forgotten about you and maybe even your works. Although, the truth is that they haven't and actually felt a little bit down that they haven't heard from you since then.

Besides, you already grew up into becoming a mature adult and already moved on from your past. You just seem to not be bothered anymore by the attention, but deep inside you you knew you missed the people you met unexpectedly only because of this hobby you initially planned as a work to pass time. You really miss the communication and relationship you created in that community. This might all seem so bad, but you have more good things to focus on more. You were already working, sustaining a family you will one day have with Yeonjun when the time finally comes where the both of you becomes ready to become a parent. For now, you settled at becoming fur parents, having one Golden Retriever, you named Skye and one Pomeranian, Yeonjun named as Jammy.

Back to the present, Yeonjun plants a kiss on your cheek as you giggled at the contact of his soft plump lips on your face. "Well, are you going to show me, babe?" He raised you a brow, while you pretend to think about it. Yeonjun rolled his eyes before lifting you up, emitting a squeal from you all the while laughing, then placing you down on the bed, Yeonjun hovering above you. "Show me, darling."

You scoffed at him, sighing with a nod of your head. "Just so you know, I was an amateur writer and basically didn't know a thing back then compared to now." You told him, Yeonjun vigorously nodding his head happily. You chuckled at his cute actions, his hair bouncing along with him. You passed to him your laptop, leaving him with it,, remembering that Yeonjun had just came home from travel and probably hasn't eaten yet, so you made your way to the kitchen to cook him breakfast.

A few minutes in and you hear footsteps coming down the stairs as you were frying the the eggs and saw Yeonjun with tears in his eyes, your eyes going wide as saucers as you turned the stove off and made your way to Yeonjun. "Oh my goodness, Yeonjun. Why are you crying? Did you hurt yourself again? I told you to be careful." You tut your tongue wiping the tears from off his face.

"I didn't.. hurt myself. You just really had to end it like that?" Yeonjun asked you covering his eyes with his forearm, making you laugh at him, then hugging him upon assured that he wasn't hurt. "Why are you laughing?" Yeonjun sobbed, only delievering more laughters from you.

"I'm just... glad."

Later on that night, when it was already bed time, you tucked yourself in bed after having just read your one last letter to all your readers before you left, not wanting to have them wait for more updates from you only to know that the blogger, you had already left this on its own to grow. With a smile on your face and contented heart, you closed your eyes for the day as you drift off to dreamland.

GOOD MORNING, AFTERNOON, EVENING, MIDNIGHT, MIDNOON TO YOU ALL MY DEARIES! So, I as I have said before I may not be updating as much anymore as I have already started to... well, find things that should be considered as top priority. Just so you all now, I started writing stories when I was still very young. Maybe at the age of 11? Anyways, back then, I only wrote on papers and shared them with my brother for him to read and you know, looking at it now, I could pretty much say there have been a lot of improvement based on the style of writing and the language I use.

I stopped for a while on my writings until I had turned 14. During that long pause, I actually thought 'Hmm, maybe writing isn't for me', but I found myself surrounded with people who loved my works and actually pushed me to do more and then maybe I can grow.

And fortunate enough, I did. I started on wattpad, not a promotion, but unless... ANYWAYSS! On that platform, I found people who I treated as family and I want to use this opportunity although they might not be able to see this, but thank you! Thank you for being one of the reasons for me to move forward ❤️

And by the time my account grew, I started to think there are still a lot of people who haven't seen my work and so I decided to put on a show in Tumblr. That's where I am now. My reasoning may have been selfish, but hear me out. I wanted to show my works to a lot of people as a way of encouraging them and inspiring them and become a good example of growth. You know, I literally started from the bottom and look at where I am now? So, I thank all of you for it, my wonderful, beautiful, pretty, absolutely, handsome readers. If It weren't for all of you, all of this wouldn't have happened. It completely feels to me like a real dream come true. Skye and Jameui would be nothing if it weren for you dearies.