One month after our break up, I've finally decided to put all the stuff related to Taehyung in a box, to try and forget about him.
I said 'try'. Because I still love him.
Two years of love thrown away like that... I don't even have the words to describe how I feel.
When we met, I didn't even knew who he was. Indeed, I didn't know about BTS.
Flashback
Today was a sunny day, so I've decided to do a walk on the beach.
I put on a casual summer dress, since we're in July, it was warm. Just a simple dress with some Dr. Martens.
The beach was pretty empty, I was the only one.
I was casually looking at the sea when I saw a young man doing the same thing as me. It was the perfect occasion to take a picture.
"Excuse-me !"
He turned to me with a interrogative face. He was very handsome and smelled good.
"Yes ?
- Can I have a picture please ?
- Hum no actually I'm not looking my best today..
- Huh ? I meant, a picture of me.. Can you take a picture of me please ?"
He scratched the back of his head and nodded.
He took my picture and then handed me my phone.
"Thank you !
- No it's okay really.."
I looked at the picture.
"You're really good at taking pictures..
- No, don't say that !
- But you are ! Look at how pretty it is..
- That's because you're on it.."
I blushed and covered my face as he looked away.
"Do you.. hum... Do you want to.. Walk with me ? Maybe.. Maybe we can find other cute spots for pictures.."
I smiled brightly.
"If it doesn't disturb you, I'm okay with the idea !"
End of flashback
I wipped my tears with the back of my hand looking at the pictures. That's how it all started, that's how MiHyung was born.
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Fanfiction"It's over, Mia. There's no us anymore. Forget about it." Even if you break up with someone, the memories will forever stay. They're either if they're happy or painful, especially if you loved that person more than yourself. | Contains Fluff & Angst...
