In the moment, Ki had thought she was being brave. She felt like she had created a perfect moment in a book, the heroine being a strong independent woman, offering her number and walking away. However, she realized now it was a rookie mistake. She should have asked for his number. Then she could have control over when they would talk again, or if they would talk again. Now he held all the power in his hands. Unless, of course, he had thrown it away before he even left the park. She tried to shake the thought out of her mind. Why didn't she ask if he was free on Saturday or Sunday? She had two full days before going back to work. She could have had two more days. She shook her head again. Just two more days of memories to be sorry about later. She tried to convince herself she did the right thing. Didn't people always dream of summer flings? Love them and leave them and tell the story later. She should be proud of her adventure right? Although usually in those stories there was a lot more romance, and good food, and gift giving. She clung to her bag that held her BTS desk matt, as the bus bumped along bringing her closer to home. She hoped he hadn't noticed her tears. It's not like they were real tears. They barely knew each other. She was just caught up in the moment, that was all. 

Namjoon had watched her walk away. 

Who knew sitting still would be so hard. To hold yourself back. To freeze in time. To silence your own voice. He sat on that bench much longer than the minute she had requested. He stared at the place where her things had once been. He stared at the place they had fallen asleep under the tree. He thought about her weird rambling and uninhibited laughter. He thought about  Yoongi asked him what he had dreamed about. He had dreamed about her of course. He dreamed he woke up every morning with her hand in his hand. He dreamed of seeing her sleeping face and slowly replacing his hand with her other hand so she wouldn't feel him leave in the mornings. He dreamed an impossible dream. At least a dream for another time. He had made a choice willingly.

 He thought of her question, "What would you do with that kind of influence?"

He was going to help people love themselves. And help build bridges across the entire planet. He was going to create stories that healed people. He was going to help people find their voice and live authentically. But she didn't know what price he paid and continued to pay every day for that influence. She could see the spotlight. He could feel the heat under it's glare.

He placed his hands on the table and stood up. He slowly turned around and standing in front of him was Yoongi.

"Where is your book?"

"Huh?"

"You said you come to this park to read. I don't see a book."

Namjoon looked down at his hands as if staring at them would magically make a book appear.

"I forgot it."

"You left two hours ago. You didn't realize you didn't have a book for two hours?"

"I was day dreaming."

Yoongi looked him up and down, "If it's not lyrics, I don't want to hear about it."

"I think it's lyrics. I want to write a love song about a love that is so comfortable you don't need words."

"So one about you and me?" 

Namjoon laughed.

"Exactly what I was thinking. Why'd you come down anyway? I would've been back on time."

"I missed you."

"No you didn't."

Yoongi grinned out of the side of his mouth.  "No,  I didn't. Jungkook made me come. He was worried your meal would get cold and I needed a walk."

Namjoon put his arm around his shoulder as they started to walk, "I can always count on you to tell me the truth."

 Yoongi tucked his arm around Namjoon's waist and replied, "Just as I can always trust you to tell me the truth.... right?"

Yoongi didn't miss the way Namjoon's body stiffened at the question. "You guys are the most important thing to me. You are all I have. I choose you."