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"I planted the seeds of love on a ground that was wounded with our hearts' bruises; and after years, I saw a little rose growing there. Still alone."
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He was astonished by the fact that he actually remembered the girl's name.
Was it because of the vision? Still fresh and nerve wrecking in his mind?
Calming down his pounding heart, Yoongi started to walk again. This time at slower pace. His rucksack dangled left and right, the contents inside being that itch he couldn't stop scratching. He was only one pebble away from throwing the bag in a manhole - but going to the hospital without any spare cloth was as foolish as going to the war without any weapon.
So he changed the position and swung it over his right shoulder. Gripping the straps and pulling them closer.
"Eunjung." he let his tongue roll when he pronounced the last syllable. He took a left turn, rushing past the little park and the rows of yellow benches placed against the walls. Then he paid attention to the road, because he knew there was an open manhole nearer for construction, "You have a pretty name."
Wait, what?
He raised his eyebrows at his own statement. Sometimes he couldn't understand his mind, at all.
