[CONTENTID1]W[/CONTENTID1][CONTENTID2]hen he looks into her eyes—blinking, full of stars in the darkest night sky, such a warm sunshine on the coldest day—he can’t help but feels nostalgic, as if an unknown source of energy ties him up and pulls his body, mind and soul in the past, and locks him for a good measure of time there. All the feeling of comfort will be there, warm his heart and he can only smile—contented and pure bliss, before he whispers her name lovingly, and when he’s back to the reality, Jisoo has already looked back at him, blinking her eyes repeatedly like a puzzled little deer.

Min Yoongi sighs, small smile is still hanging on his face. “I wonder what will happen five years later from this time,” He whispers softly.

Kim Jisoo still looks at him, confused, “What will happen?”

“Who knows,” Yoongi chuckles. “Maybe you will understand what I mean.”

Her forehead creases, the corner of her lips pulled and her confused face is a sight to see. “Don’t talk something vague to me.” She puckers . “You know I don’t like riddles.”

They look at each other again, curiously, and once again, Yoongi sees something divine deep in her eyes. Memories of the spirit of his youth—exhausting yet so energetic, felt miserable yet full of hope—those kind of feeling, like a dualism, he gets to taste those again, and he truly craves it more.

Yoongi takes her hands, absorbs all the warmth from her skin, transfers it to his every