All Too Well | Pt. 10 [Final]
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 9,575
Author’s Note: Yes, this is the last part of the series, and I still don’t want it to end. I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready to say goodbye to this series. It’s been such a joy getting to create these characters and their dynamics that have led up to this final part; getting so much love for something that you work really hard on outlining and thinking about relentlessly is such a joy of mine. The amount of support this story has gotten over the months has boggled my mind. Thank you to everyone who has read or commented or talked to me about the series; you all have helped make All Too Well by giving me the motivation to push the story beyond what I thought it was capable of.
It’s strange what four months away from home could do to a person. In hindsight, four months is a relatively insignificant frame of time, especially when taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. Looking at your life, you know that four months is more of a whirling experience on the grand scale that is twenty-one years of living and breathing on the planet. But you have every confidence that the you who stepped onto the plane four months ago is a completely different you who is stepping off the plane four months later.
There is a freeing sensation, to look out the window from your seat, to see miles of city landscape and for once not be terrified of what lay past the horizon and the vast oceans. To see miles of beyond and actually know what kind of culture, what kind of people, and what kind of places filled the blanks of your mind.
But underneath everything, underneath your different mindset, your achieved goals, the knowledge that you were finally, finally on the path you’ve dreamt of since the beginning—Seoul is the same, and so are the people who roam across the surface. Seoul is still the same, providing a benchmark to measure your own growth with.
There is still the same food that floods your mind, the same night markets that America lacks, the same city lights that you dream about from your own smaller apartment across the oceans. There’s the same hustle, the same music that makes your lips curl up, because it’s a curious thing to not know how much one longs for home until that home has been taken away for four months.
But you’re back, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.