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Title:The Promise of Spring --- It was 2013,the very first BTS fan meeting. Among the sea of faces,you stood there—a Bangladeshi girl,the very first ARMY from your country. When your turn came,your heart was trembling.You knew this was the first and the last time.Korea and Bangladesh were worlds apart.After today, countless others would come to him—and perhaps he would forget you,just as artists often forget the many faces they meet. But you knew, deep inside, you could never erase him.So when you stood before Jungkook, you said only one thing: "If you ever remember me… you’ll find me in Rangamati, Bangladesh, in the season of spring."I’ll be waiting for you." He didn’t reply. Not because he didn’t care—but because he was speechless.The only thing he could give was a small, shy smile.And then he watched you walk away…The first Bangladeshi girl he had ever met—and with her departure,he felt something slip away from his heart that he never wanted to lose. Years passed. From 2013 to 2025, millions of fans came and went.Yet the memory of that one Bangladeshi girl never left him.The words you said haunted him, whispering louder with every passing season. "Rangamati… Spring… Waiting…" One night,unable to bear it any longer, he searched everything about Bangladesh.He learned about its six seasons,and about spring—Boshonto—the season of blooms. And fate was kind: the first day of spring was just three days away. Without hesitation, he booked the flight.This journey would be his gift to you. --- Now… it was the first day of spring. Jungkook set foot in Rangamati. The air was fresh, the lake shimmering like glass, the hills dressed in new green,and fiery red Shimul and Palash flowers burning across the horizon.This land was not like Korea—not as developed, but it held something far greater: "The pride of nature." And yet,even this breathtaking view couldn't calm his restless heart.Not until his eyes found you.
(And yet,even this breathtaking view could not calm his restless heart.Not until his eyes found you.There you were—standing at the edge of a hill, beneath a blooming Krishnachura tree.A red saree draped around you, your long black hair flowing with the wind.It took him only a heartbeat to recognize you.The same Bangladeshi girl who had kept his soul restless for twelve long years.And finally… he had found you.)
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