It's been three weeks since I last saw her. The look on her face, her sophisticated looks were still fresh in my mind. Work, business travels and home becomes my everyday routine.

My heart fluttered opened like a normal working mornings even though it's the weekends. The room was lit with the sunlight casting the skyscrapers' shadow inside my room. Rubbing both my palms against my face, I looked up to the ceiling thinking about my life. Most importantly the girl who had been capturing my heart for the past, three years, but now gone.

"Why can't you remember me?" I muttered to myself.

I heard my phone vibrated on the bedside table. Lazily, I turned my body, with my back facing the ceiling, stretched my hands and grabbed my phone. Without looking at the caller, I answered.

"Yes?"

"What are your plans today?" Seokjin asked. I can imagine Seokjin placing his hand on his hips, waiting for me to answer. "Come let's have lunch together!" I heard Jimin yelling from a far.

"I need to go the office to finalise the work. Final editing work. After that—"

"No excuses! Meet us at The Food Gallery, new restaurant,  two blocks from my restaurant. I want to check out my competitor!"

"But my w—"

"1PM; 600 dollars is at stake! Bye!" All I heard was the end tone.

Getting up from bed, I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine. Browsing through the wardrobe, I ran my fingers along the hanged clothes. Unknowingly, my fingers stopped at the corner drawers of the closet. I opened the top drawer, and pick up the blue Tiffany box. I held the box opened, with my forefinger, tracing the ring and the small rock bounded with flower details surrounding it.

It was supposed to be on your fourth finger by now. I supposed your last name would changed to Kim by now.

Walking in, I was greeted by the manager of the restaurant. He then lead me to an almost fully occupied table. I can see them, laughing with hands flew around narrating stories from afar, while walking towards them.

Noticing my presence, all of them turned their heads; got up from their seats and charged towards me giving me a brotherly hug. "Thank God, he's here!" Yoongi said mockingly. I gave them a small smile, while pulling the chair to sit.

"So, my 600 dollars is safe?" I shrugged, giving them a slight curve on my lips.

"Sadly yes, safe and sound!" Jungkook answered.

"We've ordered some food for you, Namjoon." Seokjin began telling me. I nodded at him.

"Come on Namjoon! It's been almost year, you've coop yourself up with work and business! Live a little!" Hoseok chirped gleefully nudging me with his elbow as I was sitting beside him.

"Yeah, I am enjoying life, securing businesses, making myself grow; and most of all, I am enjoying my money." I replied.

"Tell us, when was the last time you went out of the country?" I frozed.

"Bali? I guess. A week ago."

"That was for business purposes! Okay, a real vacation?" I looked at the wine glass, touching the rim.

"See! Never!" I knew it was Taehyung who answered by his deep voice, it even thought I was not looking at him. Our conversation was cut off, by waitresses coming in with our food.

We thanked the waitress for serving the food, before digging in.

"Not bad." Seokjin said dropping his fork and knife on the plates. "A bit of decoration on the sides, plus a little seasoning to enhance the taste will do, but I would rate it as 8; out of 10? For a start." He said wiping his mouth.

"Of course, yours is the best, brother!" Jungkook mused. Seokjin shrugged cockily.

"Any thoughts of revisiting this restaurant someday?" Jimin questioned.

"I would!" All of them turned to me, shocked by my answer.

"What?" I retorted.

"You spoke." Jimin's eyes were widened.

"Of course I do! Am I a ghost or something?" Their voices turned to murmur. I smirked at them.

"OH MY GOD!" I heard a female shrieked loudly coming from the corner booth.

"Yes! I would be honoured to be your wife!" The female answered, gaining applause from the crowd in the restaurant. All of us including the patrons clapped, the manager and clients went crowding their table to personally congratulate them.  Paparazzi too managed to capture their moments as I could see lights flashing through the glass panel of the restaurant. I bet it must be someone famous proposing his girlfriend.

It should be us; me proposing to you.

"Thank you for the lunch today, Seokjin." Yoongi said flashing his gummy smile.

"Next time, on me. I promise." I announced giving them a small smile.

"No pressure, Namjoon. As long as you healthy, and able to move on from her. We miss her too." Jimin patted my shoulder.

"I guess it's time to go? Jitae has been calling me using the house phone. Apparently Ji-Ae been making a mess at home." Taehyung uttered.

"Your wife?" Seokjin asked.

"On duty." He answered. Seokjin mouthed an 'o' at him.

"Alright. Let's go! Hwayoung has been looking for me since I left the house." All of us nodded before making our way out from the restaurant.

Strutting along the street, towards the parking space at the corner of the block, Jimin and I saw a couple hugging each other.

"Thank you! I can't believe it. I'm going to be your wife soon!" She said, and pecked his lips.

The soft honey voice. Her. The familliarity was inevitable. I can't be her.

"Namjoon? Why are you stopping? Let's go." Jimin pulled my elbow. I was stiifened at the sight of the pair in front of us.

"Thank you for accepting! I don't know what will I do, if I was rejected."

"Look at this ring!" She was leaning her head on his shoulder while lifting her hand, showing him the ring.

"It's perfect. The ring screamed, you; dear." He said, kissing her temple. "Wait for me here." He gestured his hands, for her to wait in front of the convinence store, before entering it.

My feet brought me, towards her. Her mouth was gapped opened when she saw me sauntering, closing this distance between us.

"Are you stalking me? I don't even know you!" She snapped.

"I did not! I am happened to be here too, in the exact restaurant you were in!" I stated. "Why won't you remember me? This is totally not you, Lynnia!"

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"This!" I gestured to her appearance. "—your hair, your clothing style. This is not you!"

"How could you? You don't even know me. Who are you to judge what I wear, my appearance?"

"Namjoon, let's not make a scene! Come on!" Jimin tried to drag me away from her. I pulled my arm, making Jimin involuntarily let go of it.

"We need to talk, Lynnia!" I stated.

"No. I will not!"

She lifted up her hand, showing me her fourth finger. A silver coloured band with a huge diamond in the middle was reflected to my eyes, making me gasp. She is definitely not Lynnia. My Lynnia wouldn't prefer a huge rock for a ring. Simplicity, that's what she loves.

"I am sorry, but I am engaged to be marriage."

Not longer after, a man came to our circle, holding two cones of ice cream.

"This is the man, I am going to spend my life with." She said, wraping her arm around his waist. "My fiancé, Yoon Kyungmin."