Nami's POV

The weather outside is as hot as boiling water in the middle of a geyser. I stayed home. I was planning to surprise Yoongi for his birthday today. I'm sure Ji Yong will breathe mornibg curses at me if he finds out that Yoongi left without a word.

I somehow feel so empty. Even though he apologized. I feel something is wrong. Something isn't right at all.

Yoongi

Trust is really a big word-a heavy one.

But I carelessy give it away so easily.

Yoongi

Sigh. I feel very heavy. And looks like its gonna rain soon.

A door cracked open. And I'm hearing footsteps towards the kitchen where I was.

"Don't force yourself. You can't stay here. I won't let you. We're going back home-or I'll take you to states with me."

Ji Yong's groggy voice echoed on the empty kitchen.

I faced him. Putting a smile on my face, I faced him.

"I can do this. I can. Please trust me."

Ji Yong sighed. "I trust you Nami-ah. But its him who I can't. I mean, whats wrong with you? You were the one who always say you hate boys!"

"I've grown up Ji Yong! I've grown up! Can't I love?" I bit my lip. Trying to stop the tears that are already welling in my eyes.

"You can Nami. Nobody can stop your heart from loving him. I know and I feel it. But..it's just too much and I can't bare it. He already made a mistake-not just some mistake Nami! Cheating! He cheated on-"

"Please stop." I cut. "I don't want to hear more."

Collecting my books from the counter I hurriedly walked out of the kitche and locked myself inside my room. Like a child, I hugged my knees and wept.

I can bare this. I can do this. I have to do this. I love him and I trust him.

I know he's just confused. I know it and I feel it.

Wait.

How much do I know about him?

Rain pours down. And still here I am leaning against my door. Motionless.

My phone vibrated. Bringing me back to reality.

It reads: Yoongi

With a shaky, dextrous finger, I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Uhmm where are you?"

Hearing his voice makes me want to cry out more.

"I-in my room. Why?"

"Nothing. I just want to check on you. I'm hanging."

"Wait!"

"What is it Nami?"

"Happy birthday..Yoongi."

Even though he's not telling it or I can't see him. I knew, I knew he smiled.

I put the phone down and threw myself to bed.

Hearing his voice, it gave me mixed emotions to express.

Is this too much?

Is everything too much?

If its for love, too much is not enough for me.

Everything is not enough to give it up already. I have to hold on our rope even if its got me ten feet off the ground and falling down is the only catch, I will never let go.

This is the first time I have loved, I have let someone enter my world.

I can't just throw it.