A LETTER TO SUGA

 Dear Min Yoongi aka Agust D aka the sweetest Suga..

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING

Thank you for being our Suga. You've helped me a lot with your music, giggles and dance even without knowing my existence. How can I thank you enough for all that things you did? 

You  are such a precious human being. Whenever I felt low, seeing you smile, giggle, dance, rap and making that cute pout face have given me strength.  You are such a gem.

Some people think that you are a cold person. But you are not. Your heart is so warm. You love in silence and in pieces.. Not everyone can do that..

Sometimes I find parts of me in you (or vice-versa).. I get shy to express my love by saying "I love you".. I prefer to be with my friends than to be in a party.. And just like you I just wish to be a rock in my next life (hopefully then we will meet)..  The thing is you give words to my emotions..

I still can't get over you crying in the backstage after the first performance. The way you turned your head when Hobi playfully said "Jungkook is crying".. The pain you hid.. and your gummy smile..

Oh Suga. I adore you..

You are one of the best persons I have seen. You deserve all the happiness in this world and am ready to give up my happiness for you (I really mean it). Because no words can express how much you helped me (and helping me)..

Thank you for showing us the importance of hard work. Thank you for teaching us don't give up. Thank you for inspiring us to follow our passion, no matter what. Thank you for making us love ourselves. Thank you for following your dreams and thus telling us that whatever the world says we should stay true to ourselves. Thank you for working hard, staying by our side and being our favorite cat boy..

Thank you for being MIN YOONGI.. Thank you for being YOU..

You will always be OUR  cute meow meow and also King Agust D.

I promise that I will always stay by your side. Stay happy and healthy (missed you so much after surgery .. glad that you are doing great).

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUGA.

*smiling stupidly and waiting for your savage replies *

Mariya

p. s : I LOVE YOU

Comments

  1. Maria DeenMarch 8, 2021 at 7:20 PM

    The Best Letter Ever!! *In Tears*

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  2. SJMarch 9, 2021 at 12:36 PM

    🤧💜💜💜💜 kyaranju poyi njan

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  3. The literary ladderApril 3, 2021 at 9:06 AM

    Your love as a fan is just so justifiable 🙌

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  4. AnonymousMay 30, 2021 at 3:11 PM

    Ihnk u mariya from the bottom of my hrt his letter really reminded me why we love our yoongi so much u just pour all the emotions in the letter i just know if he ever sees this he would be very happy plz keep supporting him

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  5. SuryaAugust 7, 2021 at 9:38 PM

    Meow meow ❤️🥺

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