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Yoongi stared at her.
She was there, standing in front of him, with all her glory. She was looking pretty, glowy and shining. She had the best makeup, the best attires, and the best accessories. She had changed a lot.
But to him, she was the same.
The same girl who was the only person he had. The same girl who meant the universes and everything beyond, to him. The same girl who had eruptive ambitions like volcanoes and piercing passion like blades. The same girl he loved, and still loves, and always will love.
He saw that she was standing and staring back at him. Her eyes glossed, and that's when he stepped closer to her. She looked up at him.
"I missed you."
He stared back, his eyes bearing emotions his words could never dare to convey.
"And I came here because I want to tell you something. I want you to know that we're in this together."
"We are," he said, a smile gracing his lips.
"Yeah, that's why I'm not doing this without you."
Yoongi stayed silent, his eyes widening. He knew what she was going to say next. "Yuna—"
"I'm telling you, either we're doing this together, or we're not doing it at all." Her voice was firm.
"Yuna—"
"Listen to me," she said, interrupting him. "There are only two choices for me. You, or you and the world."
He gulped.
"And you know well what I'm choosing," she grinned at him.
After a long moment, Yoongi smiled. Then he leaned closer, closed his eyes and planted his lips on her soft ones.
