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Part 21 - May 16th

"So, where is your family from?" Yoongi asked me as we walked the streets of Los Angeles.

"France," I replied. "My mom came to America when she was three."

He nodded. To my surprise, he grabbed my limp hand.

I stayed silent.

"I still need to learn," he said as we continued to walk.

"Learn what? You seem to know everything," I replied.

"Not everything," he said. I smiled.

"Do you want to go back and study?"

"Yes."

I laughed. "I never knew anyone who liked to study."

"Now you do."

We took the bus back to the hotel, talking about random things.

"What do you need to know?" I asked.

"A few things," he casually said.

I shrugged as I sat down on the bench, handing Yoongi my phone.

I began to read what he had typed in, but soon trailed off. "What is this?"

"What I need to know."

I raised an eyebrow. "I doubt that, Yoongi. It sounds like a song."

"It is," he replied. "I needed to hear it in the voice of the person I wrote it about."

My cheeks flushed and my heart pounded as loud as a drum.

He meant me.

Unless he was talking to someone else.

Suppressing my smile, I continued to read the song. By the end, I was grinning from ear to ear.

"You wrote this?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "How is it?"

I bit my lip. "Beautiful."

Just like Yoongi.

He smiled again. 

"When did you say you were leaving again?"

"Tomorrow."

"Oh," he said. "In that case, I need to tell you something."

"Alright," I said.

"Um, I'll be right back," he said. His voice was shaky. I nodded. Within a few seconds, Yoongi was back, this time with a MacBook in his hand.

He sat down and opened the laptop. I couldn't help but stare at him, his beautiful features, both on the inside and outside.

He looked up at me. "What?"

Here we go again. "Nothing."

He smirked and went back to his laptop.

"I'm just gonna miss you."

He looked at me again. "I will miss you, too."

I looked into his deep eyes. I had seen so much in them. Pain, anger, joy. For the first time, I saw love in them. 

For me. 

Before I knew it, Yoongi leaned into me.

Was he going to...?

I wouldn't mind it. 

I slowly did the same, curious about how the kiss would taste.

Inches away from his rosy lips, I closed my eyes, bracing for impact.