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(Mina's POV)
I ran all the way home not looking back. As I approached the door I remembered Yoongi is my next-door-neighbor. Anything that happens in his apartment I can hear. That's why after school he always tells me if he's having a party or not. But today I knew precisely, Hyuna would not make the party at his house. I run up the stairs to my room. I take out my pen and pieces of paper. I start to draw out what I'm feeling. While drawing I begin to hum quiet enough concerning only a person resting right next to me would be able to listen. The ending result turned out to obtain a masterpiece. The drawing was very detailed. I copied my finger over the borders of the design. With a faint voice, I quietly began to sing to yourself. One of your favorite songs from Yoongi's collection on his phone.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. I let the bell ring till the 3rd ring. I ran down the stairs making sure not to miss a step and slip. I opened the door. I knew it wasn't going to be Yoongi so I didn't put my hopes that high. As I opened the door I saw a familiar hand. Now I knew exactly who it was. I really couldn't explain what I was feeling. Yoongi's hand wasn't like this though.
