The Producer's First Love (A Min Yoongi FF)

Her Miracle

Author's note,

Blood and violence were mentioned on this chapter. Might be triggering to some readers so please be warned..

Song used on this chapter was "Make it right" by BTS- feat. Lauv..

I understand that Yoongi isn't the sole writer of this song in real life, I only wrote it this way for the story..
Only the english translation of the song was written here but the original track will be attached..

Okay let's get back to the story..
Love,
B

Yoongi's POV:

The day finally came, I wasn't able to sleep at all last night. Maybe the most I had was a good half an hour nap. I turned to face Yana's side of the bed, she's still peacefully sleeping. I brushed off a few strands of her hair that was blocking my view of her perfectly beautiful face.

I still can't believe that this is real now, today, I'll ask her to marry me, the same woman I fell in love with many years ago.

Flashback...

I ran as fast as I could from the School entrance to where my designated classroom was. It was the first day of school again after the summer break. I wasn't even able to have a proper shower. I came from my friend's house, practicing how to work with MIDI (a widely used standard for interconnecting electronic musical instruments and computers.). I didn't realize the amount of time I spent there that I wasn't even able to get any sleep at all. When I saw that it was already bright outside, I gathered my things and ran directly to school.

Good thing I got there 5 minutes before the class starts, the teacher wasn't even there yet.

I chose the chair closest to the door, I threw my bag on it while still trying to catch my breath. I saw the shadow of someone standing by the door, I faced that direction thinking it was the teacher. But it wasn't.

The shadow was coming from a girl who's quite smaller than my own height, she looked a little pale on her lips, it's almost like she was frightened to be here. Her hair was up in a bun but it was a little messy, with a few strands hanging down her face. I wouldn't say she's celebrity like, but with her hair unkempt, uniform was obviously not ironed and her lips almost white in color, it is surprising how she's still coming off to me as striking. The imperfections somehow made it impossible for anyone to look away.

Her name plate caught my attention, Choi Yana? Really pretty name. I unconsciously wiped the sweat on my forehead and was supposed to offer her a seat but someone else spoke before me.

Teacher: "Ms. Choi Yana?"

She faced the teacher and then bowed her head a little.

Yana: "Yes Mrs. Lee, good morning."