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Namjoon's P.O.V
The boys and I are traveling to New Zealand for our next Bon Voyage season.I can't wait for army's to see this wonderful place.It also gives me bragging rights because I've lived here before.

As the members and I rode through our car with the crew behind us,I think about something.A long forgotten memory locked down in the pit of my stomach

As the wind touched my skin,I started to feel an empty pit in my stomach.My stomach felt tightened as I thought about a girl.I didn't want to leave her but I had to.

Odds were against us.I had to leave her

She didn't know I liked her,and I am not sure she even liked me back.So why do I have to worry.

Right? Right?

Naria's p.o.v

2 months before

"Ooh Naria" Krystal rushed into my room

"Let's watch the Grammys " she said

"Why though, to be honest with you it's kind of boring"I replied

"Whatever let's watch it together 😉"

" It's been a long time since we watched something together on the couch stuffing ourselves with chips" she said while raising her hand on her forehead exaggerating the whole situation

After minutes of her going back and forth with me ,I finally gave in.

"Ok fine"I said

We stood up off my bed and lunged ourselves into the couch.I turned on the TV .The walkthrough came on the TV.The cameras were taking pictures of famous celebrities and interviewing them.

A group of 7 boys came on the TV. I suddenly recognized one face.That face,I knew all too well. He had a sliver tone to his hair.Glasses around his delicate eyes and a suit on him.

Now that I think about it,I never really lost feelings for him.He's gotten a lot more attractive over the years,that's for sure.

"Ooh who's that hottie with the mint hair"Krystal said

"I would take him on an empty stomach any day "

I barfed internally as I looked at her with disgust

"What"she raised her hands in defense

"He's freaking hot"she said

"Ya ya whatever"

When we were still friends,he talked to me about being in a Kpop group and producing music that made the group popular.I knew that he could achieve his dream,but I didn't think he would be this popular.

I start to think about how he left without even saying a word.I cried countless days.

I searched everywhere on the internet.Just to see his group blow up and become popular years later.

Krystal clapped her hands on my thighs

"Oww" I exclaimed

"You zoned out, Are you okay"? She asked out of worry

"Ya,I am fine"I replied

I looked at the TV to see them presenting an award

As I heard Namjoon's voice, I start to remember him talking to me.His voice used to be a lot lighter,but now it's heavenly deep as he spoke with an interviewer.

I remember that his English wasn't all that perfect back then but it has gotten a lot better now

"Oh how I wish to meet this guys or even any celebrity"Krystal said.

"You already have" I replied

"Who"? She questioned

"Me" I replied

"My mom's friends friends' daughter is a hair stylist for Beyonce and I know her like the back of my hand" I said confidently

"Ya , but you're not a celebrity horsie" she said giving me a duh face.

"Whatever,if you are nice to me I could take you with me to the Grammys next year.

"Mmhm,I can't wait for my bestie to get us tickets to the most amazing music awards show ever" she said batting her eyelashes

"It's really not the most amazing music awards show ever,they don't give it to people who deserve it sometimes"

"That's true most of it is freaking biased " she replied with a defeating look.

"I am feeling a little sleepy"I said

"I gotta go sleep "

K bye" Krystal shouted as I entered my room

I climbed into my my bed looking out my window

"I wonder if he still remembers me"

I sighed and laid my head on my pillow ready for what's about to come next.





I sighed and laid my head on my pillow ready for what's about to come next

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