Namjoon sat in front of the computer and reflected on his year. They would have had their biggest world tour to date. Everything they had planned disappeared in what felt like a snap of the fingers.  He was angry. He mourned. He felt lost and questioned his worth and his purpose. And yet, felt guilty at his own pain, knowing his troubles were small compared to those struggling around the world. It was Jimin who's words had soothed him.

"Your pain is just as real. Your sadness is just as real. There is no reason to compare or minimize your feelings. They are real and they are valid."

Jimin often came across as a delicate flower. Namjoon hoped the world also saw his incredible strength and wisdom.

Still, it was hard for him not to compare his disappointment to the traumas others were experiencing. He turned his mind to the many accomplishments of the year instead. The songs, the experiences, the growth and healing. It was like they had all been through a refiner's fire and emerged forever altered. And mostly for the better. Staring at the screen, he read the lyrics of one of his songs. This one hadn't made it into the album. A love song. What did he know of love anyway. Is that why he always spoke about loving yourself? It was the only love that didn't require someone to give it too.

Taehyung walked up behind him and started giving him a shoulder massage.

"This used to be much easier when your shoulders weren't so massive," he teased.

Namjoon mocked offense. "Why does everyone keep saying that? Do I really look that different?"

Taehyung gave him a few friendly pats on his shoulder, "ARMY never lies."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "ARMY says I am secretly married with 2 kids."

Taehyung shrugged, "ARMY mostly never lies."

ARMY.

Millions of people all around the world. He felt their support on the bad days and felt their love on the good days. He often felt like a General going to war and he thought of each one of them as his reason to keep fighting.

"Let's go."

Namjoon hit save on the song and closed the file. He couldn't help, but recognize the symbolism.

Saving Love for later.

He stood up and walked away, following Taehyung to their next commitment. Every minute was scheduled for the foreseeable future. Love would have to wait.

While Namjoon's life was scheduled to the microsecond, Ki was enjoying her last day of laziness before going back to work. Her life was rather simple. She worked. She ate. She watched tv with her mom. She slept. She did it all over again. Occasionally, she'd see a show or get invited to socialize with her colleagues. But most of the time, she slipped in and out of each day quietly. She was a face in the crowd on the trains and buses. A nobody. Invisible.

Except for her words on the KBS News.

She was leaving her mark on the world, whether they acknowledged it or not. She was shaping the stories they would tell each other the next day over tea or a warm meal. Her words would be recorded for history, forever. Even if no one knew her name or remembered her face.

Ki sat on the couch with ramyeon in a giant cardboard cup. She thought about her goal to exercise daily while she was on her break. Feeling guilty, she flipped to Youtube and began scrolling through different workouts. "Follow Jungkook's Workout for 6 pack abs." She paused. He did have nice abs. Then she decided that walking from the bus stop to the park nearly every day totally counted as exercise and instead watched try not to laugh challenges. Trying not the laugh was easier than trying not to think about Joon. Why was she pulled to him? They'd only known each other for a week. And, to be fair, he knew her a lot more than she knew him. She had spent plenty of time having  one way conversations. So why did she feel so close to him when she barely knew him? Maybe it was because every time she spoke,  the way he stopped and gave her his full attention made her feel like the only person in the world. Suddenly, not laughing was quite easy to do. Ki was mourning the loss of what could have been. Ki missed Joon.