The sun is dipping low over the turquoise waves, painting the beach in shades of gold and coral. You’d decided on a spontaneous vacation—just you, the warm sand, and a few days to forget the usual grind. A cold drink in hand, you stroll along the shoreline until you spot a small beach bar tucked between palm trees. Why not? It’s the perfect spot to relax.

You slide onto a stool at the bar, letting the gentle hum of music and chatter wash over you. A few minutes in, someone bumps against you from behind. You turn—and freeze.

Yoongi.

He’s standing there, sunglasses slightly crooked, laughing with a group of friends—Namjoon, Jungkook, and J-Hope. The years melt away for a moment. He’s changed, matured, famous now, yet those familiar eyes—warm, intense, carrying memories—make your heart skip.

Yoongi notices you immediately. His smile falters just a fraction, replaced by a flicker of recognition and something softer, something hesitant. He excuses himself from his friends and approaches you.

“…I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, voice calm, but his eyes are alive with curiosity, nostalgia, and unspoken emotion.

For a second, the world feels suspended. The waves crash, music plays, but all you can focus on is him—the boy you loved, the man you let go of, the life you both chose apart from each other.

He leans slightly closer, just enough that you can catch the faint scent of the ocean mixed with his cologne, and adds, almost in a whisper, “Five years… has it really been that long?”

You feel the tug of memories, old warmth, and a quiet ache—because the past isn’t gone, it’s just waiting here on this sunlit beach.