So I know that the Olympics are in South Korea, which is fucking awesome, but I'm not going to make a chapter on that. No Olympic 2018 PyeongChang chapters.

Chapters I do have are:

"Normal"
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You watched around as people bustled into and out of the train you were on. The train you are on has been going for hours. By now, you might even be in Busan. You didn't know, nor care. All you knew was that you couldn't go home, not yet

Serendipity
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(Yt/n). Yup. That's me. Actually... it's my other me.  My real name is (Y/n). Pretty different, right?

     Well, I'm famous. Wait, that sounds horrid. Let's just say I almost have more subscribers than Pewdiepie. How surreal.

       I'm famous for my K-pop covers, which mostly are a group called BTS. I do some english songs, but singing and rapping in a different language is more unique.

       "So, (Yt/n), I hear that this is your very first interview. Any secrets?" The man interviewing me chuckled.

      "I'm afraid there is not much to tell. My fans know practically everything about me," I nervously smiled.

First Love
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For my eighteenth birthday, my mom promised to buy me a ticket for South Korea. Like many, she never fully understood my infatuation with the country. For you all, I don't really think I have to explain, really. You're the one reading this, after all.

She had forgotten, but I had managed to convince her yet again. Even after buying my ticket, she didn't want to give it to me. It was silly. She was just afraid something would happen to me, like all parents.

DNA
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"Okay, guys, my little sister is coming. Please be gentle," Seokjin rushed around the dorm, cleaning everything once again.

    "Hyung, you've been cleaning for an hour," Jimin said gently from standing in the doorway, brushing some golden strands of hair from his eyes and casually leaning on the doorframe.

     "And who is your sis-" Namjoon began to ask as he poured orange juice. A knock suddenly came, fast and sharp, commanding.

Perfect Wedding
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His big hands slid on top of mine, intertwining our fingers while his other hand found its way onto my shoulder blade, pressing down with passion and love. My hand went onto his shoulder, gripping the silk, expensive, tuxedo. He pressed us close in a reassuring way, letting me know that he was there.

      As we swayed, he sang the lyrics into my ear softly. He had pulled back to look into mine, his own shining and gleaming with so much emotion. The look made my own eyes blurry and I looked down with a shy and embarrassed giggle.

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And a few others I'm going to rewrite.
So I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth or got abducted by cyberspace aliens or whatever.