I still remember. Do You? ꒰ა yoonmin ໒꒱

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Young love, it's like a seed seeing the world for the first time. The curious eyes look around with fascination, each and everything seeming so new and special. But the enjoyment is only for sometime, before it has to face the high winds, the scorching sun, the freezing temperature and the droughty days all by itself.

Young love is something similar to that. So sweet and dream like in the beginning, but as the time pass by you start to understand it's not that easy. There are many hardships one has to face to keep the bond strong.

Just like a strong wind is enough to kill a germinating seedling, same can happen to a young love.
And something similar happened to Jimin too, a strong sudden wind that turned his life all over, leaving him with nothing but a yearning heart.

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Just as he stepped one foot out of the plane, the cold winter breeze striked him across his warm flushed cheeks. It felt as if it was the nature's way to welcome him back home. He surely smiled a little to himself at the feeling.

Making his way to the terminal he couldn't help but notice the big banner with his name written on it, along with some random drawings.

Even though the board was perfectly visible from far away, the people holding it thought that it might just not be enough so, they started waving their hands frantically and screaming his name, so it would be easier to notice them.

Jimin felt his face heat in embarrassment, he tried to run fast towards them to stop them from screaming his name and attracting all the attention to him. He surely felt like he was a kpop idol being welcomed by his fans.

Even though the welcome was a bit embarrassing it still warmed him up from inside.

" Young master Jimin!" One of the person, his black hairs almost dusted with a whitish layer and dressed in a neat grey suit that looked like a uniform, said with tears brimming in his eyes. He didn't waste his time to wrap Jimin in the tight hold of his arms.

" You're finally back." He managed to say through his tears, the wrinkles on his face even more visible as he cried his heart out.
Jimin dropped his hold from his luggage and hugged the person back, fighting through his own tears.

" Yes, samchun. I'm back." Jimin giggled lightly, making the servant cry even more. It has been years since he heard Jimin laugh like that in front of his eyes.

" Samchun, I think we should do the reunion at home. People are staring. " Jimin looks around with an awkward smile to see the people staring at their direction.

The servant unlatched himself from Jimin like a lost puppy, quickly wiping his tears away.

" Sorry, young master. I just got carried away."
He straightened his posture and changed his facial expressions, glaring at the other persons standing there, who were doing nothing but just looking at him with sarcastic smiles.

" What are you staring at? Take master's luggage to the car." He orders them, being the their head, both age wise and experience wise. The others quickly hid their smiles and took all the luggage from Jimin's hand.

" You've grown up so much, young master." The servant said, almost on the verge of crying again. He want to hold Jimin and cry to his heart's content. But he have to act professional and keep his emotional side inside of him.

" You're such a cry baby, samchun." Jimin teases him, engulfing his uncle in a side hug as they make their way out of the airport. He always had a special bond with the servant since childhood. He spent more time with them at home, since his father was busy working. He's like a real family member to him.