Unscripted Love ( BTS ) 1. Final Chapter

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Before starting, whoever read these a few days ago.. I changed the characters.. Go check them in episode 1 then start this episode..

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Let's go

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

Outside the narrow window of her studio apartment in Daegu, rain continues to fall..

Y/N sat curled on her couch in oversized sweats with a cold cup of instant coffee balanced on the edge of the side table.

She started at the blank screen on her laptop..

Y/N

I didn't write a single word in the last one year

Once hailed as the next big thing in romance fiction, Y/N now couldn’t summon a single sentence worth saving

Every draft felt fake. Every plot empty. Her therapist called it creative burnout. Her publisher called it career suicide. Her mother—well, she had stopped calling altogether.

It was the kind of depression that didn’t scream—it whispered. Quietly. Constantly.

The world felt like an echo chamber of other people’s success, and her own voice had vanished somewhere in the noise.

A plastic-wrapped book lay unopened beneath a few scattered notebooks.

Y/N

J.K.Moon

A legend in modern literature. No photo. No identity. Just brilliant, hauntingly real writing. The kind of writer who made you believe in love again—even if it broke you.

Y/N had been obsessed. He was the reason she ever picked up a pen.

Y/N

Should I read it now!

He announced his final novel last month, something cracked in her. She waited, bought the limited edition release on launch day... and left it sitting there.

Today, she finally gave in. She peeled off the plastic and opened it to the first page.

An office romance with a twist: Minji, a bright marketing executive, torn between the CEO Jungkook and charming company partner Jimin..

But the deeper Y/N read, the more frustrated she grew.

Y/N

Is she dumb!!

Y/N

I hate Jimin's character.. Why does the author-nim make him so manipulative!!

Y/N

Most importantly why is the villainess name the same as mine?!

And worst of all—Jungkook, the only character who felt real—was cast aside by the end.

It felt like betrayal. Y/N slammed the book shut.

Y/N

What a waste.

Y/N

I thought it would be an escape for me or maybe a hope..

She stood abruptly, pacing to the kitchen. Her apartment buzzed with silence. Just the soft hum of the refrigerator and the ache in her chest.

Her gaze drifted to the drawer near the sink. She opened it slowly. A small utility knife lay on there. Her hands shook.

She returned to the living room, with a knife in hand. The book still sat on the side table.

Y/N

I just wanted to feel something again

She whispered, pressing the blade to her wrist.

A sharp sting. Then warmth. Then red. She placed her wrist in the book. Her blood smeared across the book’s cover like ink on paper.

Her vision blurred. The world is dimmed.

Darkness.

And then—

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Flashing lights. City sounds. Y/N gasped, jolting upright. She wasn’t in her apartment anymore.

She sat in the backseat of a car, her hands clutching a designer handbag. Her clothes had changed—tight black jeans, a silk blouse, leather boots. A smartwatch buzzed on her wrist.