I sat on the park bench, alone and a bit chilled in my hanbok, but overall content. It wasn't exactly a great feeling to spend Chuseok alone, but you don't really have a choice when you don't have a family anymore. And gazing at the moon comforted me.

I figure the only family I have now is the moon, which is kind of poetic in its own way. I share my wishes with it, and in return, I get a beautiful view. It's almost like we have a special relationship that way. And if that's the only one I had, well, at least I had something.

"Mind if I sit here?"

I froze. I knew that voice. But I must be imagining it, right? I fell asleep on the bench, didn't I? I turned slowly, and there he was. I'd known it would be him. I blinked my eyes a few times, fully convinced this was a dream.

His smile faltered a bit as he was still waiting for an answer. "Sorry," I breathed. "Uh, yeah...of course." I scooted over a bit to give him more room.

We both sat there, staring up at the moon. After a few minutes, he turned his head toward me. "So, what brings you here?"

"Um..." I didn't want to tell him I was all alone. How pathetic would that sound? "I just like the view of the moon from here."

He nodded. "Less lights and buildings to try to look past."

"Yeah, exactly." I waited a few beats. "What about you?"

He sighed. "I just needed a break," he admitted. "I love my family, but I'm a bit of a solitary person. Sometimes, I just need to be alone, you know?"

I did know. That was, after all, pretty common knowledge.

"Well, I can leave if you need some time," I offered. "I've been here for awhile anyway."

"Oh, no!" he said. "I didn't mean it like that. In fact, I hope you stay. I don't mind company. I just needed a break from my family." He paused. "That sounds awful, doesn't it?"

I gave him a bit of a bemused smile, but shook my head. I'd give anything to spend time with my family, especially today. But, I remembered what it felt like back when I did. I'd needed a break then sometimes, too.

"As long as you go back to them at the end of the day, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of."

"Yeah." He paused again. Then, "I'm kind of glad to know I'm not the only one." He flashed me a grin. If his statement hadn't made me want to cry, I would've melted at the sight of it.

"I like your hanbok," I said, wanting to change the subject. "It's nice."

"Thanks," he said. He looked me over. "I like yours, too. Very pretty."

I was thankful for the cover of night as I blushed. "Thank you," I said quietly, secretly hoping he was being honest and not just saying that as a courtesy. Mine was years old. I'd held onto it because it was the last one my mother had gifted me, and I couldn't bear to replace it.

We both looked back at the moon at the same time. I wondered if he felt a bit flustered by the compliment, like I did. 'Surely not,' I thought. 'He gets compliments all the time. He's got to be incredibly self-assured at this point.'

We sat in a comfortable silence for a bit until he decided to break it. "Have you made any wishes yet?"

I shook my head, and he frowned. "Surely you have something you'd like to come true."

"Sure, I do," I admitted. "It's just something that's impossible."

He cocked his head, and I could tell he wanted to ask me to elaborate, but that he didn't want to pry.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "I hope you find something else to wish for."

I met his eyes. "I have. A wish I make every year."

He smiled. "That's great!"

He then appeared to become a bit regretful as he spoke again. "I guess I should be getting back." My heart dropped as he stood. "Thanks for chatting with me," he told me with a smile.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked as he turned away.

He stopped and glanced back at me. "Sure."

I sighed. "I do enjoy the view of the moon from here, but the truth is that I'm alone," I admitted. "Not just in this park. I mean, for Chuseok."

His eyebrows shot up. "Don't be sorry for me," I quickly added. "I just... I wanted to tell you because I want you to know how much it means to me that you joined me here tonight and were kind." I smiled awkwardly. "It was...comforting. And gave me something to truly be thankful for this year."

He sat back down then, and I gasped internally at his next words.

"Can I give you a hug?"

I nodded, and he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me. My eyes widened, but then I closed them as I gave into the hug, lifting my arms to rest my hands on his back.

He held me for much longer than would have been comfortable if the hug wasn't so genuine. My eyes filled with tears, but I willed them not to fall.

"I'll make a wish for you tonight," he whispered in my ear. Then he pulled back, looked into my eyes and smiled sincerely. I returned his smile before he stood and turned to leave again.

"Hey, Yoongi."

Once again, he turned back to face me. A small, knowing smile was on his face, as though the fact I'd known who he was the whole time was now confirmed for him.

"That wish I make every year? It's for you, because your music has done a lot for me. It's really an honor to have met you. Your music heals, and it's done so for me more times than I can count."

I may have been imagining it, but as his eyes softened, they appeared to moisten as well. "Thank you," he said quietly. "That means more to me than you'll ever know."

I nodded as I smiled a small, shy smile. He gazed at me for a few moments before he spoke again.

"I'll make a second wish," he said. "One for myself, that we'll meet again someday."

A single tear finally escaped from my eye, but I smiled to let him know that it was a happy one. "I'll make that second wish, too."