[BTS Yoongi] Our Basketball Love Story #Wattys2017

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"Bo..?" I look up to meet her eyes.

"I grew up in Incheon. The weather there is lovely, the houses are spacey and the schools offer great studies." She says with a gleam of hope in her eyes. She looks at me with her hands clasp but she slowly unclasps it after looking at my reaction all stiff.

"I love the sound of that but-" I push a strand of hair behind my ear, "Can you give me some time to think?" I purse my lips together. Oma giggles softly and ruffles my hair up.

"Araseo. Take all the time you need. The decision is still yours, whether you want to come or not, it's your choice." She pinches my cheeks and I smile gently.

"Thank you, Oma." I dive in for a hug, feeling the warmth of a mother again.

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"Your exams are coming so you rascals better wake up and study, you hear me?" Teacher said as he waves his hands around. The class responded like a group of zombies. I turn my head and stare at Yoongi's empty desk. Why isn't he at school today? I sigh and run a hand down my face. Eventually, the bell rings and everyone stands up and scramble away from their seat. I took my time and put the books sloppily in my bag. Just then, my phone beeps. I fish it out of my pocket and check the message.

Noona! Come to the club room now! -Jungkook

My eyes widens and questions began filling my mind. I slung my bag over my shoulders and make a run for it.

Once I reach the club room, I burst the door open and the guys were pacing around.

"What happen?" I say, dropping my bag to the ground. No one says anything for a moment. Jimin pushes them aside and walks to me with a hand in his hair.

"Its Yoongi hyung," he drops his hand to the back of his neck, "We were supposed to meet up last night for training but he didn't pick up his calls. We went to his apartment but he isn't there either." His lower his eyes and he couldn't continue talking. He then tugs out his hand phone and taps a few times before shoving it to my face.

I could feel my lips tremble. I couldn't believe my eyes- I won't believe my eyes. I pivot on one foot and turn around, running to where I hope I can find him. I ignore Jungkook shouting after me because right now I'm not the one tied up to a chair all bruised up.

Yoongi is.