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Yoongi, a boy you had known for quite some time, was a great best friend. Friendship blossomed into love, and he was the best boyfriend you ever had. He was attentive, thoughtful, and only had eyes for you. The last time you saw him, he couldn't stop looking at you with those loving eyes as he smiled, his eyes shining with love for you. That was about two weeks before that night, and you never saw him again. He had disappeared. He had been kidnapped that same night on his way home. When you realized what had happened, you fell into a deep depression. You didn't know what to do or think. The love of your life was gone. You always stayed with his mother and father in case they received any news about Yoongi.

Today you were at your parents' house. Your mother was in the kitchen and your father was sitting on the sofa when they received a recorded call. It was him, it was Yoongi, but he sounded tired, he didn't sound like himself anymore. "I know you're worried about me, but I just want to tell you that I'm not coming back. Don't keep thinking about someone like me." And that's where the call ended. You didn't understand anything. Why had Yoongi left? Why? If everything was fine, why did he leave? You started to cry while at the same time trying to calm his mother, knowing that you were just as upset as she was.

Approximately four years had passed since then. In your free time, you helped your mother at a flower shop. You were distracted when someone stood in front of you. "Excuse me, how can I help you?"

You looked up and there you saw him, physically he was completely different but he had that same look, Min Yoongi, how could you forget that look