She has lived quite happily with her secret. It was hers. But shared secrets are hard to keep hidden indefinitely. This is a short story, my one and only attempt at writing fanfic. I'm too much of a rogue to follow the rules for fanfic (if any exists) because I fell in love with the main character who could be any ARMY. So I hope you'll allow me to pull you into the fantasy and leave you to finish the ending. To all the Yoon-gi stans out there, consider this my contribution. Maybe my one and only, who knows. I'll leave the fanfic writing to the more capable writers like @TheCopperPen2022. Thanks for inspiring me to try my hand at fanfic. So...I see it's got a few reads...feel free to drop me a line or whatnot in the comments and vote...if you the reader insist, I can try my hand at another attempt....Borahe Army 😘😍

Eight long months have passed since Min Yoongi completely screwed up his love life by obliterating his relationship with the perfect woman. Haunted by his stupid mistake, humiliated by his arrogance and deeply regretful of the brutal way he pushed her away to protect his heart, his music career is suffering. Unable to sleep, not interested in food, and completely blocked on writing any lyrics or music, he realizes the only way to save his sanity, his heart, his life, is to find her. No matter how far he must go, he has to find her. (This is a work of pure fiction.) THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS for "YoongJin's Gift".

Almost four years have elapsed since Min Yoongi and I spectacularly crashed our relationship into glittering dust. But he was still in my heart, never far from me, always there - making me laugh, smiling, holding my hand, kissing me, loving me, singing with me. (This is a work of pure fiction)

My relationship with Min Yoongi had fallen apart; I could accept that I suppose. It hurt to lose him, obviously. But I just wish that the last time we slept together, that I knew it was going to be the last time. I think I could move on easier if I had known. I took one last chance to try to convince him that I wasn't responsible for his song getting stolen. One last time. (This is a work of pure fiction.)

Cadence Koo Chefin is a 57 year old divorcee who owns a culinary seed store in the historic town of Miwok, in the heart of California's wine country. She often has celebrity customers, and their fame no longer affects her. Until the March evening when the bell on the store's door rings just a few minutes before close, and Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi walk into her life. As someone still recovering from a really bad marriage, dating and romance are the last thing on Cae's mind. But one should always have an open mind, right? Be willing to change? A story in four sections which will be published over an extended time frame. New chapters published every Friday/Saturday. (Writer's Notes: Apologies in advance for any errors or misuse of the beautiful complex Korean language. The timeline has been altered to fit the storyline. This is a work of pure fiction. Details regarding gardening, culinary items, wine attributes, etc are all accurate to the best of my ability. Italicized text within brackets indicate what Cadence is thinking. Conversations that are in Romanized Korean are meant to indicate that Cadence understands; conversations that are in Korean script are meant to show she does not understand. While this may make reading a small challenge, I have offered translations where necessary (you will find them as a comment to the right side), or where the context cannot be gained from additional text or based on the situations. I have not provided translations for basic Korean phrases, such as thank you; one, two, three, etc that BTS/KPop fans are likely to already know. I ask for your kind patience and that you try to read this story without using translations. Places where *** is included at the end of a paragraph indicates a potential spin off story line. Thank you for reading my work. Also - there are a lot of Easter eggs!) Consistently #1 in LGBTQ Friendly; and in the top 10 of Real World, Foodies, Light Bondage, and MF