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"My brother,
I shed tears everyday to bring you back,
now the sky never hears me. I am sorry."
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Min Yoongi could not be happier in this life, he knew that all too well.
What was the reason? The beats of warmth his heart synching to the touches he flourished on the piano - was he glad for the response his mind gave? Or was it because of the thrashes of harsh lullaby hurling him to the waves of odd satisfaction - him settling up actions to ensure peace for his body which were nothing but subordinates under this dominance?
They said not to know everything at once. For the first time in his life, Yoongi obeyed an order mouthed from a total stranger what crossed oceans to reach him - reality. He chose to believe this feeling, once in the passing time.
Life was going exactly as he wished. Have a family to return after evening. A home to reach for peace. Shoulders to lean on the hardest times. Those were all he wanted.
He was grateful to everything that helped him to breathe.
"Baking powder, cornflower, flour and... and -" he squinted his eyes at the list of ingredients his mother had sent him along with a large handbag for repairing from the tanner. Noticing the peculiarity, he gasped, "- and sugar? What's the need, I am already here -"
