[one year later]

Taehyung's pov 

I was riding in the back seat of my new limousine. It had been a whole year since I left Korea. I was finally ready to go back.

I spent the last year doing modeling jobs and learning Italian. I decided to go back when I heard that my mother passed on. Even though I didn't really care, I thought it would be rude to not attend my own mother's funeral. 

I was physically ready, but my mental state was driving me insane. One person, one name, one face was drilled into my mind. Just the thought of him made my chest want to burst from our memories. 

How could I face him? After telling him I needed to sort things out. How would he react? I knew I still loved him, but didn't know if he would still want me. I assumed he may have even gotten back with Jungkook.

I stopped calling and texting him about 2 weeks after my departure. I wonder what he would look like.

With his amazing grades, he could've even jumped to college already. I wondered if his hair would still be bright orange or if he had dyed it again.

Minutes later, we arrived at the airport. After a series of long lines, and waiting, I made my way ti my first class seat. I could barely sleep last night, because of how much I was thinking about Jimin, so I was dead tired. 

As the plane took off, I adjusted my seat as flat as possible. I put my ear phones in and listened to "Coffee" by a group called BTS. I fell asleep listening to their smooth voices. 

Baby baby, you're a caramel macchiato
Your scent is still sweet on my lips
Baby baby tonight
Yeah

I slept the entire plane ride and woke up as we landed. My stomach did somersaults at the realization that I was in the same country as Jimin. I quickly gathered my things and walked at a brisk pace. I was eager to see Jimin. 

Skip ⏭ Reaching his home.

My taxi pulled up to my childhood home. It felt like it had been so long since then. I unlocked the door and walked in. My mother was really gone. I couldn't believe it. Stepping inside, I noticed that nothing changed. I dropped my coat onto the couch draping it over the armrest. 

As I looked around, bad memories flooded my thoughts. I didn't want to be here anymore. I walked out of the house. I walked mindlessly just trying to forget everything that happened between my parents and I. 

My feet stopped. I realized that I was intentionally walking somewhere. I looked up and saw Jimin's apartment complex. I sighed and nervously walked in. I stopped infront of Jimin's door. 

I heard a voice. A beautiful voice. Singing quietly. They were singing my song. 

At a dusky park
A nameless bird that sings
Where are you
Oh you
Why are you crying
You and I are the only ones here
Me and you
Oh you

I peeked through the window and my eyes laid on a beautiful boy. His skin smooth as ever. The dimly lit light creating a shadow over his eyes, but I could tell they were in crescents because of his smile. 

His plump pink lips, curved upwards putting his perfectly white teeth on display. His hair was soft and silky looking. His new hair color didn't go unnoticed. It was silver.

I couldn't do it anymore. I was too scared. Why would such a perfect angel want to see me? I turned around to leave when I didn't hear Jimin's voice singing anymore. I faced the window again just to meet eyes with him. 

Time froze. It was as if in this moment nothing else mattered. His pupils were dilating. His soft brown eyes pierced my own. My heart was beating at an unhealthy speed, but I knew Jimin was good for me. I'd never felt like this before. Almost as if being separated made me fall in love with him even more. 

He stood up and the spell broke. I was free from my trance. I dashed back to my house. I couldn't do it. I wasn't ready. I threw my door open and ran to my room. There, I sat on my bed looking at old photos as crystal like tears trickle down my face.

I was a coward.

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Jimin's pov 

I was reminding myself of Taehyung and randomly began singing a song. I couldn't remember where I'd heard that song before, but it felt so familiar. So right. It gave me a strange butterfly sensation. 

I continued not sure how I even knew the lyrics. I was comfortably propped up on the couch in the living room. Yoongi was at Hoseok's house so I was home alone. 

A sudden euphoric feeling bursted into my chest. My heart was on fire. I didn't know what this feeling was. 

I stopped singing and looked straight outside the window. 

Taehyung.

It was really him. Watching me through my window. I took my time looking at him carefully. I noticed that he also dyed his hair. It was a stunning eye catching bright blue. His facial features had gotten sharper. He was even more handsome than before which I didn't even think was possible.

I stood up going to the door to ask if he wanted to come in. I braced myself before pulling the front door open.

"Taehyung?" He was gone. Completely vanished. I shook my head. This wasn't the first time I hyperventilated about him. Although, this time it felt so real. 

I was getting worse and worse. One time, I even thought I saw a woman looking through a Vogue magazine with pictures of Taehyung.

I went back to the couch and started singing again. 

How was it?

5. Would you ever go to Italy?

I definitely would!

[This is what they look like you're welcome 😉]

Ｂｏｒａｈａｅ　💜