Escorted to a little corner table in the back of the restaurant, you looked around curiously. The place was small, cozy, and quaint. The walls were a dark cedar and there was a savory aroma in the air. There was a fireplace in the middle of the open dining area and it was a welcome warm reprieve from the rain pounding against the roof. Only a handful of patrons occupied the other tables and they talked quietly amongst themselves.

The waiter who came to attend to you couldn't have been older than sixteen, and a tiny weathered woman had been the one to greet you when you and Namjoon entered, dripping. She'd had a sparkle in her eyes and the corners wrinkled when she smiled. If you had to guess, this was a family operated business that had been beloved for a long time. The menu was a single sheet of thick parchment and it had creases here and there from decades of use. You both ordered mixed drinks and an appetizer to hold you over until your main course was ready. Your stomach had gurgled impatiently upon spotting a beef stew dish on the list. Perfect.

Sipping on the peach flavored orange drink in a pear shaped glass you stared across the table at the man before you, his eyes seeming to bore holes into you. The candle in the middle of the table cast dancing shadows along the planes of his face. Swallowing and licking your lips, you tilted your head. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Shaking his head, he snapped from his daze with a half smile. "Oh, nothing." He insisted before raising his drink and slipping the straw between his lips. Your eyes immediately followed and one side of his mouth quirked into a smirk. He knew what he did to you, this wicked beautiful creature.

"Don't 'nothing' me. You were staring." You pursed your lips. "What's wrong?" You took the harshness out of your voice so it didn't sound as accusatory.

Namjoon chuckled softly under his breath as he set his drink back down. "Why does something have to be wrong?" You refused to drop his gaze, clearly something was on his mind. Letting out a breath, he spoke. "I was just thinking."

"About?" You questioned as you snagged one of the fried mozzarella sticks from the plate between you. But from his somber tone and the melancholy look in his eyes, you could put two and two together. Your vacation was quickly approaching its end and up until now, you had decided not to think too hard about what that might mean.

"That . . . you're leaving tomorrow." He admitted. His eyes dropped to the candle, the light reflecting in them.

"Oh..." You said with food still in your mouth, lowering your gaze down to the table. The air between you was thick with tension and unspoken words. You weren't really sure what to say. A multitude of possibilities flashed in your mind, bringing with them images of different scenarios, each one more radical than the last.

You could extend your stay, but you had work and a life back in the States. You could ask him to visit you, but how would that really work with his busy lifestyle? You could come visit him, but that would be costly after a while. Long distance relationships almost never worked, even for normal people who weren't dating celebrities. The more brash, illogical part of you made up wistful dreams of relocating to Korea. After all, it was beautiful. Wait, what were you thinking? Move to Korea? You scoffed, bringing his eyes back to you.

There was a hint of confusion but it was gone when he blinked. "Do you think you'll ever come back?" Namjoon asked, his eyes searching your down cast expression.

"Well... This place has grown on me." You lamented with a grin. "And I suppose the natives aren't too bad." You smirked at him, trying to ease the wrinkles forming above his brows. You already missed his easy smile and deep soothing laughter and wanted to bring it back. Glancing outside, you watched a drop of water trickle a path down the window. You weren't lying. You would miss this place, not even just because of the god in front of you. The trees were greener, the food didn't make you feel bad about yourself, and the people were so genuine and real. Life was not only being lived but savored everywhere you looked.

And you would miss the people not in attendance tonight. You would miss maternal Jin, outgoing Jungkook, stoic Yoongi. You would miss the sunshine in Hoseok, the bright boxy smiles from Taehyung, and the bold hurricane that was Jimin. But you didn't want to miss a thing about Namjoon.

"Would you ever live here?" Namjoon followed his question with another. His hands had disappeared underneath the table, and you imaged them running nervously over his shorts like they did when he was nervous or anxious. You could hear the implication in his question, but you wanted him to be more direct even if you had to draw it out from him yourself.

Dipping your brows slightly you bit your lower lip. "I don't know, maybe." You paused, not sure whether or not you were brave enough to throw it back at him. "Would you ever consider living in the States?" You watched his expression carefully, needing to see his reaction. He laughed softly under his breath and dropped his gaze back down to the table. He seemed to be asking it for an answer.

"Yeah, maybe." His eyes flicked back and forth like they were reading a book detailing what would happen should that ever become a reality. "Though I probably couldn't do something like that until after my career was over... The guys need me here." When he looked back up at you, it was almost apologetically. But you had already figured that would be the case. Asking anything else of him would make you a monster, he had worked too hard. They all had; they were a family.

"That's true." You nodded curtly as you brought your drink back to your lips. "Why did you ask that though?"

"Just curious." Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly as if he had simply asked you what your favorite soup was.

"Are you going to continue to dodge my questions with vague answers?" You stared blankly, growing impatient.

He laughed but this time it seemed less strained. "You think you can see right through me, don't you, baby girl?"

"And you insist on continuing to call me 'baby girl', don't you?" You folded your arms over your chest and raised a brow.

"You're not telling me to stop." He pointed out. "I know you're headstrong enough to tell me if you don't like it." He said, his tongue snaking from his lips to lick them. The movement and his hoarse voice made your stomach clench.

Clearing your throat, you straightened in your seat. "Okay, moving on." You tried to steer him back to the conversation from earlier and that just made his grin widen. "So, what's with the questions about relocating?" You weren't giving up without a fight.

"Well, do you think you'd be capable of being with someone who wasn't in the same country as you?" There it was, the thing he really wanted to know.

Opening your mouth you went to answer, but your words were cut off as the waiter returned with your meals and set them down before you. "Ah, thank you." You said to the boy with a nod of your head. He bowed and left the two of you alone.

Your bowls were steaming and the smell wafting up to your nose was heavenly. Grabbing your spoon, you readied to dig in but stopped. "If you're asking if I'm capable of being in a long distance relationship, then the answer is yes. I think if you care about someone enough, distance is just another like any other obstacle that two people have to overcome."

"Really?" He asked in disbelief and a tinge of relief.

"Yes really." You said with a soft laugh as you scooped up some stew and brought it up to your mouth. It was all that you'd hoped for and more and you slurped greedily.

"What about being with someone who may be declared a celebrity?" Namjoon asked, the hesitation in his voice apparent.

"What does that matter?" Your eyebrows raised at him before you went for another bite of food.

"Well, eyes tend to constantly be on the members and I. More often than not, aspects of our relationships might be blasted across the media and finding time to be alone may be difficult sometimes. People might even try and slander you in attempts to get you to leave me." Worry seeped back into his voice the more he tried to explain.

"We're doing just fine right now aren't we?" You made a show of raising your head up and looking around the restaurant as if looking for paparazzi.

Namjoon glanced over his shoulder before chuckling. "Yeah, for now." He said before turning his head back to you. "But that might change if our relationship status did."

Grabbing your napkin you brought it to your lips and wiped your mouth clean. "Look, I'm not so ignorant as to not be aware of the challenges that dating someone with your status might bring. I am just a 'commoner' after all, but my statement from earlier still stands." You sighed. You could tell this was weighing heavily on him, but it was nothing you weren't up for. "If you care about someone enough, you figure out how to overcome the obstacles that are forced in your path. Plus..." Namjoon leaned forward, resting his arms on the edge of the table as if hanging on your words."What could the media honestly say negative about me that I don't already know myself?"

"Hey!" Namjoon started to protest, but you cut him off.

"Hey! Your food is getting cold." You scolded, pointing to his bowl. "But for the record, I definitely care about you enough."