On 12th November 1996:-

A small four-Year-old crying with streaming translucent concatenation of liquid droplets of water through the glands of his eyes, as he hiccuped trying to form words out of his small mouth to try to stop the young girl sitting beside him with a worried look etched upon her face.

"Don't cry like this Dewdrop, If you do how will I leave?" the five-year-old said with somewhat of a mature vibe engulfing her persona as she calmed down her young best friend to stop crying.

The young boy didn't listen, nor was giving any ear to what his friend is telling he was feeling too down to the mouth to utter anything out of the lump in his throat, and seeing the young boy in floods of tears she was getting teared up as well.

She calmed herself and picked up the violin which was kept beside her on the raised-up bench where they were sitting.

Taking out the bow and stretching out her little tiny fingers getting a firm hold around the wooden stick she kept the base of the Violin under her chin and her other hand extending towards the strings to strum them.

She was hovering her bow and playing a beautiful melodious rhythm which stopped the young boy from crying out buckets momentarily as the boy's pained and saddened expression took a turn of over 360 degrees and like the full of joys of Spring his face lightened up by each strum and slide of the bow on the violin's strings.

She smiled like a Cheshire cat after seeing the brightening of his little adorable features lighten up as soon as he heard the melody which was named something special too 'The music of a dewdrop'

"This dewdrop is gonna miss you Byulyi Noona," he said as he rubbed his eyes to clear off the upcoming tears and uttered in a small voice to the older girl who listened to the gibberish English with a fond smile carved on her face.

"I promised I will come as fast as I can"

The young boy was too impatient to hear the repeated answers to his question "I said when will you come by Byulyi Noona!" he thrashed with despondency laced in his voice and glimmering fresh translucent tears cascading the periphery of his eyes.

The older girl sighed, she feels bad too for leaving her young friend but she cannot do anything she has to go, has to go for personal reasons which the little brain of his could not quite understand.

"I said I will come by Dewdrop, I promise" saying this she climbed down the bench and stood in front of the boy who was swinging his legs with a sad expression and staring at the older.

"You promise? But what is promise Byulyi noona?" she chuckled at the immense innocence of the little chap as she drifted and hovered her hands over his hair to stroke him affectionately.

"Promise is something which is meant to be kept, just like the words of vow during a marriage, didn't you see the marriage of Yoongi's parents recently?" he nodded excitedly with a lifting smile now as he remembered what his mother spoke about how they take vows and how it is bonded together and they will never break it just like how his mother would never leave him.

"But How will I meet you Byulyi noona, if you return to Korea?" He said with a tone that indicated ecstatic curiosity.

She placed her index finger up to her chin to act like she was thinking something very serious question making the young boy giggle cutely with her adorable antics "When you will turn Six years old just come again to this bench and I would be sitting for you with my violin, did you understand Dewdrop!" 

He smiled and nodded and indicated her to help him down the bench, she stretched out her hands and held him and helped him down the heightened bench and he landed with a jump on the ground.

"Do you promise me You will come back right Byulyi Noona?"

"Yes I promise you, Dewdrop just like the Words of the vow"

He nodded and hugged her tightly, hugging her and telling the last goodbyes, both of them held onto each other, Seokjin a little bit shorter than the girl.

Maybe their last goodbyes, and just the starting of break of promises and words of a vow.