We are here at the airport, waiting for our flight. My eyes gaze at my ticket where we win the competition. I don't know if it's deserving for me to accept it. Theodore is the most skilled in our shop and he deserves to be here.
"I know what you are thinking," Yoongi says and crouches beside me.
"I don't deserve the training, Yoongi," I mumble while fiddling with my passport.
I heave a deep, heavy sigh and lean my back at the backrest of the chair. I glance at the ceiling.
"You always put yourself down, Mia. You deserve the training that's why we chose you to pursue the training in France. You made us what we are now." I glance at Yoongi, who's smiling at me.
"Really?"
His eyes blink multiple times, realizing something, and abruptly, he looks away and clears his throat. I giggle when he becomes timid when realizing his words. He always says that he's not good in words yet it comes naturally into his lips.
