My third year with you. Same class again with the cruelest teacher.

You've never changed Min Yoongi. Always the being quiet kid. Never cared about a damn thing about school and maybe never will.

You were sitting beside me today in class. Folding both of your arms on the table and put your head on your arms.

You never had enough sleep. Pale face, coloured bright hair, heavy eye lids were your signature.

I was poking you with my pencil, trying to wake you up because Mr. Jeon had already started the class. I was scared to wake you up. But i didn't want you to get in trouble either.

"Hey Yoongi" i whisper-shouted at your ears.

"What?!" you woke up grumpily.

"Stop dreaming about me will you?" i giggled looking at your confused face.

"Ew no i'm not!" your eyes filled with anger and looked very annoyed.

"And why is my name all over your notebook" i smirked pointing at your notebook.

"Wait wha-?" you look shocked yet scared. You flinched, pulling your body away from the desk, eyes scanning at your plain notebook.

"No i di-"

"Ha. I got you"

-Goo Hyun Ae

"the memories.The're beautiful"