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1.5 years ago- (open the media first!)

I awoke to my silence in my room. Nobody was with me. As always. Or did I just want to feel that way? It's been half a year since Jimin left... half a year means 6 months... who knows what he's up to now? Is he preparing for university? Where, in which country, which university will he enter? The door was clicked. I called out, "Come in," but now my voice was completely broken from crying and sobbing. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that I didn't have a voice.

I was looking at the person entering with eyes that wouldn't believe it. This, this.... no is this real? It was Jimin! Jimin... My Jimin! My life, my happiness, and joy, my darling, Jimin...

I jumped out of my bed! I immediately went and jumped around Jimin's neck. I missed him so much. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, that's real! I was hugging my boyfriend right now. We sat together on my bed without breaking the hug. I could feel the rhythm of his heart in my ears because I was smaller than him. While hugging, I inhaled a lot of his scent. His scent is something else. I wasn't supposed to faint over there. I broke the hug and looked into his eyes. They're so beautiful. Extremely beautiful. Then he started talking.

Jimin: I miss you so much. It was like this half-year, half millennium... I missed everything about you.

Cheonsa: I miss you a lot too. All of you!

Jimin: Do you know what I missed? First of all, your personality that made me fall in love with you.

After saying that, he placed a sweet kiss on my lips with his lips.

Jimin: Then I missed your eyes.

He kissed again.

Jimin: Then your smile... then your hugs... your nose... your ears... your scent... your lips... your kiss... your heart..... your love...

Each time he continued to place one more kiss on my lips. And as he continued, I began to reciprocate.

He had finally come. The man who loves me...

Then there was darkness. It was dark everywhere. What is happening? I want to see Jimin... I slowly opened my eyes. Where am I? In my room... I immediately looked in every corner of the room. But it wasn't there, my Jimin was gone. To where? Maybe I was dreaming? No! I felt her hug me! He hugged me. We sat on that corner. He can't be gone! I did not dream! He was here, now he is not! I still have the taste of her sweet lip on my lip! I feel it! I did not dream!

-Now-

Cheonsa: He asked if I still love Jimin.

Eira: I hope you answered?

Cheonsa: So, yes, I did, but the answer I gave was not an answer... or an answer to the question...

Talia: I understood. I guess you are both yes and no. So for you to love him, you have to forgive him for leaving you, so listen to him. But should I say this to your ego, I mean, you can't suit it to your something...

Cheonsa: Yeah... I guess... I don't know...

Eira: Cheonsa, can you tell us one thing you are sure of and know?

Cheonsa: The only thing I am sure and know is that I promised myself so much that I will never love him anymore, whether he comes back or not... but the scars he left me will always remind him of him... but my words are breaking one by one, the first time I saw him here, I was extremely I wanted to cry, I wanted to hug him. But I didn't like him. It's different today, now, I don't know if I love him but I don't want to hug him like when I first saw him here I don't want to cry. Somehow, I am experiencing the exact opposite of what I experienced in the first moment. And this is causing me to fall into a dilemma! (I am not sure if you will understand her situation...)

Eira: Anyway, let's continue our girl-girl talk after the lessons...

Cheonsa: Yeah, let's get in.

As we entered the same things repeated. The first lesson was Mrs. Walker's lesson. Great, I'll have to see Jimin again from the first lesson...

As soon as the teacher came in, everyone stood up and after the greeting,-- we sat down. Once, there was roll call, and then Mrs. Walker began to speak.

Mrs. Walker: Kim Cheonsa, or Angel, anyway, your Ivy teacher told me you have a special homework, she doesn't have a class for you today, so I'll take your homework now. Can you bring the paper you wrote?

Cheonsa: Mrs. Walker, actually I did my homework, but it's not in writing. I composed it and wrote the song in my home mini studio. So the result is that I have it in the song version right now.

Mrs. Walker: Really? I'll take it then... I really congratulate you for releasing a song in such a short time. You really are an exemplary student. Just like the example student of our department, Jimin.

Feeling a little odd the way he said it, I set my tablet down on his desk. After she connected it to the speakers, she turned on my song and my first song began to play in the whole class.

-After the Song-

Mrs. Walker: Really good for the first song and first try. But the question is, what is the part of it that tells about your life? I do not understand this. Because as far as I remember, Ivy gave you this homework about your life.

Cheonsa: Let me tell you right now. So this actually describes someone. The only person who can summarize my life.

After saying that, I looked at Jimin. He was giving me a look that said, "Did you forgive me and write me a song"... But it can be difficult to clarify as no one knows the truth. His eyes were shining. Just like he looked at me 2 years ago. I took my eyes from him so that I wouldn't get distracted.

Cheonsa: I wrote this to my brother. He is very precious to me. My only treasure in life. I don't want to say "in short" because it would make me so happy to tell them here and make my brother proud. My brother, he is the only person in existence who can risk anything, every challenge so that I don't get hurt. I don't think anyone will understand how glad I am that he's my brother. In other words, I did the homework given to me from my heart. Actually, this assignment was just an excuse to show just a little how much I love him. In this way, I think I have the chance to tell you about my life, my brother.

Mrs. Walker: You really have the personality to set an example for every exemplary student ever, Cheonsa. You proved it to me in such a short time. Knowing that a student like you, or rather an angel, I should call you, is in our university is a source of pride. I can see the sparkle in your eyes so well. I don't think it's an excuse to have it for your brother, but if you really wrote this homework with your heart and succeeded in saying it in such a short time, I think you will be very, very successful in the future. I've seen you outside many times, not just in class or in class. I especially appreciate the value you give to your friends. And besides, I didn't say this before because I didn't feel the need to say it, but I saw the value you gave to your family. When you haven't started university yet. When they come to visit you, it is not called family, but when I see you from the outside, I understand that you are closer than family. Maybe one of the people next to you was your brother. I've never seen anyone with a pure heart like you before. Anyway, without further ado, I will congratulate you and suggest starting the lesson now. Do you have any questions before starting the lesson?

Again, always raising her hand, as usual, Bellatrix pretended to let her know she had a question.

Mrs. Walker: Yes?

Let's see what is she going to do this time?

Bellatrix: Mrs. Walker, I think Cheonsa is lying. She didn't write that song to her brother. She's just trying to paint your eyes. That's what was expected from her anyway. She may have written the song to her boyfriend Atlas.

This girl is testing my patience.

Mrs. Walker: Bellatrix... Who gives you the authority to interfere in other people's lives? I think when you go home, look in the mirror a little bit and try to clean the dirty soul that you see in front of you. Do you think I don't know what you and your friends are doing? So if you think that way, I want to tell you not to think that way. Now, before I humiliate you in front of the whole class, I think you should take care of yourself, look at yourself!

I wanted to speak, but Miss Selene knew her business well and silenced Bella.

End of class Jimin said our next lesson was in the hall and left. End of class Jimin said our next lesson was in the hall and left. A girl was crying when we entered.

Cheonsa: Hey, are you okay? What happened?

Girl: Get out of here girls!

Cheonsa: What grade are you in?

Girl: 3rd.

Cheonsa: Would you stop crying and talk to us?

Girl: A boy in our class forced me not to attend the first lesson. I was a little late and he was on duty today. When he saw that I was late, he first said bad words to me. Then he abused me.

Cheonsa: Shameless! Don't worry... I can't say either! Look, go tell that to Mrs.Walker? Maybe she will find a care?

Talia: Yeah, you should tell it to someone adult.

Girl: I am afraid. He said if I tell it to any teachers, he would do worse next time...

Eira: Don't worry he can't do anything... If he dares, you can sue him and that's all!

Cheonsa: If you want let's go together?

Girl: Can you go with me?

Cheonsa: Sure. By the way, you look younger than us? How you are in 3rd grade?

Girl: I just started university at a very young age... I studied in a musical college, as I finished there, I could enter here, and also because my father forced me to...

Cheonsa: OK... Let's go. 

I told Eira and Talia to go to class. They did not object either.