In which, a girl with the same name as Min Yoongi's ex, texts him by mistake and he confuses her to be his ex.
"I would choose your thunder, I would choose your rain. Over anyone's sunshine."
A Min Yoongi Textfiction
Best Rankings:
#4 in Romance
#2...
It has been two years since we got married and our relationship hasn't changed a bit. The constant bickering is something I've become so accustomed to that even some days without that make me feel so weird.
And today is one of those weird days. On my way back to home, I really miss her more than anything. A week without her seemed like an eternity but that is something inevitable we have to face due to our professions.
"Snap out of your monologue Hyung," Taehyung mocked. He was sitting beside me in the back seat and it was just him and me.
I glared at him once but he just laughed.
"Is Noona so intoxicating that even her thoughts make you drunk?" He smirked. It's been years and this teasing still effects me like thunder. I couldn't repeal my smile and I knew that I was blushing.
"Oh look, we've reached. Someone is happy!"
"Shut the fuck up! And have a safe ride further," I passed.
"You too," he said making me confounded till he added, "Have a safe ride."
I flicked my finger on his forehead, "Get your brain out of the dustbin, little idiot!" I quickly said and plunged out. The driver helped me with my luggage but I just gestured him to carry on, taking my bag from him. It was just a trolley bag anyway.
I walked on the pathway when my eyes intercepted the candles alluring the pathway.
"What the..." I blurted out, completely mesmerized by the view.
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In that moment I left the bag in my hands and walked through the way with a contented smile, that was spreading in it's own accord.
Fuck. What's this?!
Throughout our relationship, we haven't done anything so lavish. We both are lazy as fuck. But now I think she deserves to feel what I am feeling right now.
I walked at at pace that finally led to a table in out garden. The entire ambience was graced by my wife whose back was facing me as she was setting out the table.
She was wearing an elegant black dress that was backless, just strings supporting it on her model-like body. Her magnetizing chestnut-brown hair were kept in front that gave me a revered view of her smooth back.
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