I could tell all the details from this evening. The crowd, and my dress, that had so many aestetic details.
I could talk about Yoongi and how he looked, how stunning he was, how his adams apple moved when he voiced his lines, and fascinated not only me, but also the audience and how proud Namjoon looked when Yoongi pronounced everything correctly.
But does this really matter?
All those memories were now in my head, for an eternity and I was already addicted to them, but with every second that passed I felt myself becoming more and more nervous until I finally felt Yoongis presence.
He stood infront of me and smiled, and suddenly my nervousness vanished.
When he laid his hands at my face, stroking my hair back and was facing me I felt the urge, uncontrolable.
The audience was quiet, little whispers but they suddenly became mute when I felt Yoongis lips pressed against mine.
It was just a little while, but even the audience seemed enchanted by this moment.
I bet Yoongis mom was impressed.
I think I heard Hobis voice shout-whispering.
Whatever, I didn't care.
When Yoongi looked back in my eyes and I in his, I felt what I had expect.
I was in love.
And he was too.
In the end when the audience was giving us an applause and we bowed down and waved at them I felt Yoongi brushing a small kiss on my cheek, without any hesitation.
