"When will you come by Byuliyi noona! Don't leave me!" A young boy thrashed with despondency laced in his voice and glimmering periphery of his eyes with the concatenation of water.
She chuckled "I will come soon I promise Dewdrop"
"Vows are meant t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Seven years later:-
Seokjin was a full-fledged young man, a thirteen-year-old, with a sweet older brother who was eighteen years old and a young brother of five years old, cute chubby, and always lovable by Seokjin.
Seokjin liked Taehyung the most, he was the best thing that happened to him, they both talk to each other, and blabbered gibberish, and he taught Taehyung how to read too.
His life was great but the hatred which had grown in his heart was growing as the day closed in, he would visit the bench in front of the fountain every day, there won't be even one day when he didn't visit that place which made his mother and father worry a little about his going away from the house at occasional events of the day, which at sporadic points of his everyday life would give him multitudinous sickness until the end of the day.
He would sit on the bench until and unless someone goes there to call, Seokjin neither says that he doesn't want to go home with them nor does he utters or makes a scene to stay there on the forlorn bench.
Somewhere deep in his heart, he knows that his Byulyi noona will never break her promise but a scar is a scar that lives forever with you and if it is pierced or tattooed on your heart it is more hurtful.
"Hya! Seokjin, idiot you listening?" Seokjin deep in thoughts came out of it by swinging his head from side to side seeing who is shaking him so wildly, and when he found out that he was deep in reverie thinking or picturing hard with his overpowered imagination how his Byulyi noona look now.
He saw the source of him shaking like a milkshake "I am sorry I wasn't listening, what were you saying Yoongi?"
Seokjin hissed when he got a hard smack from the older "What got you so angry to hit me like that Yoongi?"
"Forgot your honorifics, brat, punk" Seokjin just blinked towards him and when he saw the green lights of getting another blow on his precious head he put his hands up "Okay sorry, sorry, Yoongi 'hyung'"
Saying this he just laughed a bit as Yoongi sat down on the bed of Seokjin's room with a satisfied smile.
"So what were you telling me?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the sudden confused question of Seokjin
"Really, You didn't hear anything?" he just swayed his head negatively and saw Yoongi facepalm himself with a sigh of irritation.
"Okay so I was saying you don't know the name of the person you talk a lot about, you know your Byulyi noona"
Seokjin blushed at the mention of 'Your' and Yoongi was gritting his teeth seeing this kind of shy behavior for no reason "Tell me! and stop blushing!"
"Uh... Sorry again, no I don't know her full name, I always used to call her Byulyi noona" Yoongi looked at him like he is speaking something off the world, who doesn't freaking know the name of your Best friend,
"Really and you don't even have a single picture of her here?!" Seokjin swayed his head negatively, again
"God! you know this looks like some infatuated-up thought of your overly powered imaginative brain?!" Seokjin was, to be honest, a little scared at the occasional outbursts of his friend as he stared at him with a shocked expression and a comical betrayal painted upon the facial features of his face.
"No! she really is not my Imagination, my mother knows her and her house is really there on the main cross just a little to 2 miles away from the fountain, now why does your face look like a cat who didn't get its rat?"
"What the heck is that?" Yoongi scowled at the boisterous description of his friend
"You know you should get up some cat and get banged up"
Yoongi raised an eyebrow with a scowl maintaining its continuous race in its facial feature he looked at Seokjin when he mentioned this "Where do you even get these kinds of stuff? You are just fucking thirteen years old, mind you"
The one getting the scowled attention just shrugged his shoulder in a cool way "Just some porn magazines which my brother brings and buys without the consent of my lovely parents"
"Don't tell me you fucking actually read them bitch" Yoongi widened his eyes towards Seokjin who just sat on the bed casually as if he was not just caught being told that he reads porn magazines.
"There isn't a book in this house I haven't read and I am trying to filter out the foul language which you are using and spewing out in the positive atmosphere of my niche"
Yoongi looked annoyingly and irritated towards Seokjin "You know you should also filter out the books you read"
"Books are books, each and everything has its own information hidden in it"
"Ya, ya reading William Shakespeare and Porn Magazine are really the same, I get it"
They looked towards each other and just chuckle a little at the thought of the topic they were just talking a few minutes ago.
