[BTS Yoongi] Our Basketball Love Story #Wattys2017

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We took a taxi and stopped right in front of an abandoned amusement park. Yoongi walks ahead of me and I followed him closely from behind. Where is this place? I've never been here.

"Since you moved in just recently, I'll be your tour guide, Min Suga." He raises his hands up like a childish kid. I laughed at him and bowed sarcastically.

"Ne, ahjussi."

We walked around the silent amusement park while he tells me the history behind it. It was opened to public once before the owner died of cancer. He left his family behind to take over this park but eventually the wife grew tired and remarried a wealthy man, leaving this park abandoned.

"Do they have any children? " I asked as I sat down by the bench where we could face the whole park.

"Yea. But he wasn't treated like a son, according to rumors." He sat down beside me. I scanned the park with amazement. I can imagine the kind of fun people would have here. The merry go round looked really pretty and so were the other rides.

"It's really sad how a beautiful place like this is put to peace. You know, I love going to rides like that," I pointed to the ferris wheel and his eyes followed.

"My mom use to sit behind of me and my dad would take a picture from afar." I smiled to myself as the delightful memories filled my mind like a serenade. A silence followed but it wasn't empty. It was that silence filled with nostalgic feeling passing through quietly.

He broke the silence and stood up with his back facing me. He puts his arms on his waist. I just sat there and look up at his orange-red hair which looked brighter under this sunlight.

"I also wish this place wasn't so quiet like this." He says still not facing me.

"If it was the opposite of what's now, I knew my dad would still be alive." He turns around and forced a gentle smile on his face. I could feel my heart sink at that point of time as the blood ran down from my face.

"You're the son of the owner."

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"Thank you for the food~" I rubbed my chopsticks together and begin relishing my black bean noodles. We called delivery from Yoongi's house since he wanted to rest at home. Jeez, he's such a sloth. We sat opposite each other on the dining table with each of us changed into our comfortable cloths. I had to borrow his oversized pullover since it's the only thing that fits me.

I thought about the afternoon we spent at the amusement park. No wonder this guy is rich. His family used to own a freaking amusement park. And now I realized why he lives alone; since his mom remarried and his dad...passed on.

He flicks me on my forehead and interrupted my thinking. "Ya, stop day dreaming and eat your food."

"Oh? Oh okay." I shoved in a mouthful of noodles and chewed it down. Yoongi turns around and reach out for a few napkins and he wipes off the sauce on my lips.

"Aigo, you call yourself a girl." He says as he carefully wipes. I watch his eyes follow his movements and I didn't know why but my heart was beating out of my chest. He pulls his hands away and shoots in the napkin into the trash bin.

I cleared my throat while looking behind him, "I-I'll help you wash your dishes since you bought dinner." I stood up from my seat and shuffled my feet to the basin. I turned on the tap and begin washing the dishes. Just then, Yoongi scares the living shit out of me from behind by screeching into my ears, which made me drop the plate on the floor. His eyes widened and he burst into laughter. I turned off the tap and crouched down to pick up the broken pieces.

"Ya hajima you'll hurt yourself." He says in a laughing manner. I ignored him and picked up the pieces with a straight face on.

"Ya...wagurae?" He crouched down and held my wrist to stop me. I didn't know what I was feeling. My heart was beating so fast just now and he made it even worse. This nervous yet unsatisfying feeling...I couldn't describe. I looked him in his eyes. I could see myself reflected in his pupils and I felt lost in them. I was so immerse that I didn't realize I have been gazing at him with our faces inches apart. He lets go of my wrist and touches my face gently. His head slowly moves in and our lips finally touch. The unsatisfying feeling in my heart melted away and all I could felt was warmness. And I know why,

I like Min Yoongi.