They say the best love stories start with a spark.
Ours didn't.
Ours started long before the world knew their names.
Back when stages were just a dream, concerts existed only in late-night conversations, and dinner meant instant ramen shared between laughs.
I was there.
Not as a member of BTS.
Not as an idol.
Simply as Angi.
The girl who watched them grow, fall, rise, and chase a dream that seemed impossible.
While they debuted and conquered stages around the world, I followed the path I had always loved: becoming a professional dancer and dance teacher.
Our lives took different paths, but they never stopped crossing.
My apartment always had a key with their names on it.
Theirs always had a copy of mine.
There was no need to call before dropping by.
There was no need to ask if I could stay for dinner.
We were family.
Or, at least, that’s what I believed.
Until the rehearsals started lasting a little longer than usual.
Until goodbyes became a little harder.
Until the silences between Min Yoongi and me started saying things neither of us dared to speak aloud.
And perhaps that was the real problem.
Because when you’ve known someone for over ten years, you stop asking if they could be the love of your life.
You assume they will always be your best friend.
...Until one day you discover that the heart never made that promise.
