11:11 : : MYG

{20}

I sat in the bright street, still filled with people even at this time and waited patiently for Yoongi. I checked my phone and it was 10:57 currently. I set my phone back in my high waisted jean's pockets and slumped a bit. My head was now rested in my hands with my eyes shut.

I must've drifted off to sleep because someone shook my shoulder softly what felt like a few moments later. My eyes fluttered open and looked over to the right where the persons hand was gently placed.

It was Yoongi, but he was wearing a black hat and some sunglasses. A little smile played on my face.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Fuckboy."

"I'm not a fuckboy." He whined. His plump bottom lip puffed out.

"You're always going to be the fuckboy who slid into my DMs." I rolled my eyes off to the side and stared at the other side of the busy street. He laughed at my pettiness and then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. I got a glimpse of it.

It read 11:11.

His head turned so that it was facing me. He was being illuminated under the orange street light and he looked absolutely amazing. My eyes met his face and he smiled.

"It's 11:11." Yoongi announced.

"I know." I looked ahead of me and paused. My face turned back to his again. "What do you wish for?"

He took my hand off of my lap and placed it in his.

"A start over with you."

"Well, Min Yoongi. It looks like we have the same wish." The small smile creeped back onto my face as I stared at the boy.

"Well, would you like to go on a walk with me, Stranger?" He asked.

"Of course." I smiled.

We both stood up, hand in hand as we walked down the brightly lit streets of LA together. We were strangers when we met, and now we were so much more. And to think, all of this because of a dumb tweet and a few wishes.
_______

I'm not crying. You are.

Anyways, thank you for reading this :)

I'll write an epilogue soon.