𝐴 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑆𝑜 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 || 𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖 𝑓𝑓

1. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐴𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

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It is the year 1990. My father brought a camera from abroad as a gift for my admission in university. He often visits many countries, as he is an engineer working in different countries. There was a Korean boy working under his supervision when he was assigned in a project in South Korea. Once dad brought that boy with him while visiting our country, to show him some architectural sites. The boy stayed in our house for around 2 weeks.
He was Calm. Observant. Had a gummy smile. Tiny eyes. Pale skin. Blonde hair.
He was given the room beside mine for his staying.
We barely talked at first. I was not used to talking with boys. Moreover, he was a foreigner. One afternoon, when I went to rooftop to water my plants, I caught him talking with my roses. A mature man talking with plants! That made my heart melt.
Watching me behind him, he startled.
His pale face was embarrassed & red. I comforted him saying he doesn't need to be embarrassed. I too talk with plants. And I believe that energises them. He agreed, as he believes plants too have emotion like us. As our vibe matched, we started talking a lot.
His name was Min Yoongi. We used to talk in English. His English was not that fluent for which he was shy talking initially. I was an English literature student. Sometimes I used to teach him some basic spoken English. He once said he never felt this much comfortable around any girl. I was happy. No one ever admired me like he did.
For some reason everyday during my University, I eagerly waited for my classes to finish so that I can reach my home early; where that boy is staying. I never showed my eagerness. I have already said, I am shy.
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