The huge hall of the college was echoing with the music that was being played on the piano. Usually the hall used to be closed after two o'clock, when the students had had their classes, or at most three at noon.
But today, when the teacher found him still practicing with his produced tune, he didn't close it. Instead, he told the rest of the students to leave so that Yoongi could peacefully do his practice on the tune. The tune which was the reflection of his feelings. The tune on which his love and the pain of that love were dancing before his closed eyes.

His fingers were not only playing the music, but they were narrating the incomplete tale of his love. The tale in which he himself murdered his love and tramped it under his feet. The tale in which there were only regrets and pain left for him at the end.

The tune finished, and so his love story. His eyes opened and a little droplet of salty water rolled down his cheek. He sniffed and wiped the tear with his fingertips. He was preparing to start again when he heard the sound of clapping behind him. He turned, to find the same boy he met at the PCO. Yoongi's astonishment was obvious.
What was this kid doing here?

"Wow! That's awesome! I've never heard such a breathtaking music before. You made it?? Oh you're so incredibly talented!"

He was continuously singing the songs of his talent while coming forward. Yoongi got up from stool and took a step towards the boy.

"Thanks." Was the only word coming out of his mouth as he, once again, took a deep observing look of him. He once again received the same alarm inside his head. Something was not good. But what?? He was just a boy, besides_ Yoongi didn't even know him.

"By the way I am Jeon Jungkook.." He introduced himself as he forwarded his hand to Yoongi for a shake and Yoongi, taking in the grip, gave a hand too. His name evidenced that he for sure was from Eastern Asia.

"Yoongi, Min Yoongi.." Said he, pasting a plain smile on his lips. He didn't like it, he didn't like this young boy at all.

"Oh, nice name.." The smile on the boy's face deepened, "where are you from?" He asked. Looked like he was trying to prolong the convo with him.

The hell?? Why was he so interested in taking his bio data??

Yoongi, trying hard to hide his disgust, replied..

"Daegu, South Korea."
And on this, the boy, named Jungkook, released a chuckle and said..

"Oh wow! what a coincidence! That's exactly where I'm from, Busan.."

So Yoongi was right in his assumption.

"Ahan! Interesting.." He said plainly, without feeling a single percent of interest. The boy was going to say something more when they heard someone calling Jungkook's name.

"Hey! Jungkook, what are you doing there? Let's go. It's getting late."

It was an English boy almost same age as Jungkook. Jungkook looked at him and replied..

"Coming.." and then again looked at Yoongi, and said..

"That's my friend, Daniel, we're in same grade."

*So??   What do I do in this case??*

His sarcastic thought was about to come out in the form of a distasteful whine, but he controlled it by biting his lower lip. Jungkook continued...

"Okay, it's so nice to meet you."

"Same here.." He replied, although he didn't feel nice, not at all.

" I got to go now.." Said Jungkook, turning to his friend.

Yoongi's brows hiked a little..

"Oh it's ok,

*thank God!*

Bye!" He said..and thanked to God mentally.

"Bye! See you soon!" Jungkook bid him and turned to his friend.

He saw both the boys getting out of the exit door of the hall.

"I hope we don't..." He murmured to himself and released a relieved sigh.

And perhaps that was a moment of his wish to come true.
He didn't see that boy again...never in his whole time he spent in that college, and university...that he completed his seven year education in first division.
He didn't see him even when he did his house job with a quite famous advocate of the United Kingdom for three years....never.
He had totally forgot about the boy. He had forgot everything.

What he couldn't forget was her. She was not there, but still she was everywhere. She was in his nights, she was in his days.
She was in his dreams, she was in his thoughts.
She was in his heart, in his soul. She was in the breeze, in the rain, in the sceneries. She was wherever he saw. He couldn't touch her, but he could feel her everywhere, in everything.

The pain of the distances had become the cure of the wounds of his soul. And that was the peak of his love.

He was quite happy with everything until he got a call from South Korea to return for his first case of a mayor's daughter. She wanted divorce from his husband and was looking for an able lawyer.
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to be continued...
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