It's the start of March and your busy from something. I would like to ask you, however, every time I approach you, my heart beats like a mighty hit of drum who's trying to escape out of my ribs. After work, I decide to follow you. I noticed, he buy a petite size cake and groceries for cooking like someone has a birthday. Once he reaches home, I want to surprise him by buying red roses and heart shape Ferrero Rocher, I occurred unusually energetic and at the same time excited.I knock on his door, instead, a surprise feature welcomes me. I greet red eyes and wipes tears on his cheek. I pull him into my arms, I rub his back for comfort. I let him cry on my chest, I don't care, if my shirt gets soak of his tears as long his sorrow and burden take away.

“I miss him, I miss Yoongi,”

My rage jolted up to my vein if he mentioned that Gold digger bastard. I hug firmly like wouldn't let him go.