Taehyung

"And who exactly are we going to meet in the airport?" I asked, impatiently tapping my hand on the steering wheel, Hyesoo's eyes were beaming like a cartoon character. She wore pastel clothes and her hair is in a high ponytail. I've never seen her wear such bright outfits, this is why I wonder how important the person we're meeting today is.

"My cousin, Oh Yanna." She smiled, "You know her, right?"

"Oh Yanna?" I repeated, and as I say her name, I can feel every memory I had with her. From the moment that Hyesoo introduced me to her to the moment that I see her leaving. Yanna was my first love despite my young age and despite the fact that she's two years older.

When we were young, Yanna become the adult so our actions can be guided well. She was my hero, the subtle hero you wouldn't thought of. The type of girl that everybdy looks up to. She used to lead our petty and childish adventures, but those adventures become journeys that give us more than just a fun time. She's more than just pretty for me, she's wonderful. When a year before Hyesoo left, Yanna bid us goodbye. She had to live with her father because her mother died, that is why I got so mad with Hyesoo when she left me too. Because I feel like everyone who's important to me always leaves, but now, they're all coming back like boomerang I never threw.

"Taehyung!" Hyesoo called, I woke up from my trance. "I said, Yanna texted me. She's already waiting."

We wen