Min Yoongi, a name many know by now.
It felt like everyone knew him, the rapper, the boy that made 'Swag' to his favourite word.
The boy who's tongue technology was making you come. (A/N: Sorry I had to)
They said they loved him, but all they saw was this young man he had become, with his cold eyes and his stunning looks. His round face and his skinny legs, which so many would kill for.
His deep voice barely changed since back then, when he was diffrent.
When he was crying, cause she broke him and all he left was a pile of blue colour.
Nine years she had his heart.
When he first saw her they were childs trying to fit in.
And she was wearing a blue dress back then, when she was only 6 years old.
He loved her back then and he maybe still did.
He remebered how her mom gave him this box after her funeral with all the memories.
With the letters she wrote back then, saying 'Min Yoongi is not my friend, YET!'
It was then when he realized she had noticed him longer than expected.
'I took all his mouth mask, cause I wanna burn them, so he has to show his beautiful face'
And the last note was addressed to him:
'Find someone who colours you, like you coloured to me.'
She wanted him to stay alive.
And she wanted him to life a happy life.
Here he was now, sitting in the ambulance and pulling something out of his jeans pocket.
It was the note and a smile crawled on his face, comforting him over the pain he felt.
And then she rushed in.
Nine years he loved someone, who killed herself in the end.
Almost seven years he worked on himself and wrote lyrics, trying to recover from his loss until he met her.
The girl who's arms were just as blue as he painted the world of his dead first love.
The girl who had a boyfriend.
The girl who he just fought for and now his nose was broken.
The blood still tripping down on his shoes and on the little note.
"Yoongi, don't worry the doctors will soon take care of you."
He nodded and crumbled the note together again as she eyed him.
He looked back at her.
She was his girlfriend now, and with a smile he bit his lip.
He had done, what his dead first love wanted him to do.
And he was happy, even though he just got smashed in the face, but it didn't hurt as much as back then when the first love in his life died.
"You surely are a fighter, Yoongi."
She chuckled and walked up to him, to ruffle his hair and place a kiss on his forehead.
She looked at the note.
"Find someone who colours you, like you did to me?"
She read it out loud.
Yoongi looked up to her, and he could taste the blood that was flowing down from his nose to his throat.
"Looks like I reached my goal."
He hold her down and kissed her, like it was his very first kiss.
His lips slightly pushed against hers and it felt right.
It felt like he kissed his first love for a last time, before he crumbled the paper together and throw it away.
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A/N: This chapter was a little sequel to my first ff with Yoongi "Selfish"
Anyways, this FF is done, so was it deep, tho?
