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invitations went out the very next month.

『come celebrate with us. that graduation of our very own miso song at the seoul university of arts this friday at 9:30』

i smiled up at the invitation in my hands, pinching the edges as tightly as i could. i never wanted to let it go.

all of the proof of my life's accomplishments; in this one simple invitation.

when the family got the news I got a phone call from my parents. they said they make me their special dumplings to celebrate.

i think i even heard my younger siblings screaming at me in the background.

i got several other calls leading up to graduation day, even some from people who i had in my contacts but hadn't spoken with in years.

and then the night before while i was cooking dinner my phone buzzed and i answered.

"hello?"

"miso...i'm so proud of you."

a smile twitched and my teeth glided across my bottom lip. i held the phone carefully as if it were a baby who may fall. his voice sounded different. but of course i hadn't heard from him in almost a year.

"yoongi...thank you.. will you...you will be there tomorrow right?"

"don't worry your head, I'll be there."