"You're hurting me..."

We had stopped in a dead alley, my feet and sides hurt from all the running. Namjoon had unintentionally gripped my wrist too hard, tears gathered in my eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said as he let go of my hand.

"Why did you do that, 오빠?" I asked. My heart was banging against my chest, my lungs suddenly felt so tight.

"Do what?" He asked as his face looked confused and worried.

"We should've taken the card with us, we should've negotiated more-"

"Jen, you don't understand-"

"No," I cut him off as hot tears roll down my cheeks, "You don't understand. If that man posts those pics, it'll be another hell for me. You don't understand, no one understands how painful it is to be hated for being yourself, for being weak, for being human. I can't go through that hell again, 오빠. When I first became a trainee, I had hopes. Hopes of producing music that will help people, that will inspire people. I had dreams of performing and so many more. But those hopes and dreams where soon crushed brutally by the people I most wanted to inspire. Do you have any idea how broken I am inside?"

"Jen, I..." he looks down. It made me look away because I felt hurt and ashamed.

"Excuse me," we both turn around and saw the camera man. I quickly wipe my tears and hid my face by looking down.

"Sir, I'm really sorry about your camera but please leave us alone." Namjoon said as he gently grabbed my arm and hid me behind him.

"It's not that," the man said, "Actually, I wanted to apologize. Here."

I take a peek and the man gave him the file card, "What..."

"My daughter is a trainee. Ironic, right? She's a Kpop Idol in training and her dad is every Kpop Idol's enemy." The man said, "I wanted to do this in hopes that maybe someday if this were to happen to my daughter, the camera man will give back the same kindness."

"Sir, this means so much. Thank you so much." Namjoon shook hands with the man.

"I wish the both of you happiness." With that, the man left.

Leaving us in silence. Namjoon turns around with a sigh, "You're right," he said.

"What?"

"I have no idea how you feel. Because even with the massive hate all I see is the love, that's how you keep your hope and dreams alive." He replied with a sad smile and those words just hit me like knives, "I think we're going too fast, Jen."

"오빠..." I gasped and covered my mouth with ny hand. I'm a mess, tears just flowed endlessly. My heart felt like it was being squeezed and no one had the plan to let it breathe.

"We should give each other time to rethink this. Are we really ready to dive into this relationship? Are we really ready to risk it all?" He said and walked up to me, he cupped my face. "I like you a lot, Jen. I don't want to break you like this. Let's heal our wounds first and maybe, if we're really meant for each other, fate will always find a way to bring us together. No matter the time, no matter how far. I'll find you, you got that?"

I nodded and all I could say was,

"Find me, okay?"