Dear Aunt Lia,
Things have been better lately.
Yoongi and I are getting along now.
We talk about music most of the time.
He listens to my demos and gives me good advice on how to improve them.
He was sick today.
So after coming back from school, I took care of him. And well, he's really cute. His nose goes red when he's sick and his voice becomes deeper than it already is.
I made crappy soup for him, and gave him company throughout the day.
Now I know a lot more about him.
It's actually great.
I asked him this one question. That has troubled me every single moment of my messed up life.
"Have you ever thought of giving up on something you love doing just because you think that maybe you aren't good enough for it" I asked.
"The thought did haunt me. Before I joined Bighit. Even through the trainee days this thought haunted me. Was I good enough to debut? Was I good enough to perform on a stage? That's what I kept thinking. Namjoon and I talked a lot about this. It haunted both of us. But I guess our love for doing what we're doing now was greater than that fear. That's what got us through" he said.
"Never give up on what makes you truly happy. Because it might be the only thing that ever makes you happy."
That hit me hard Aunt Lia. I guess my passion for music is much more than that fear. I wanna do it more than anything.
I guess I will.
But Aunt Lia, I need you to know something. I haven't told this to anyone.
That moment, that moment when Min Yoongi was talking, I felt something.
It's like my heart skipped a beat.
It is weird because even though it has skipped before, it only skipped for assholes who ended up breaking my heart into pieces.
And this time it skipped a beat for someone who would never be with me.
~Yours,
Hee Young
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I'm Fine. •m.yg•
Fanfiction"Tell me Hee Young. Tell me what's wrong" he said. "I'm fine" I told him. "Quit lying. To me and to yourself" I looked at him straight in his eyes and in that moment I knew he wanted to know. That he cared.
