Two hours later, the two of you are standing outside Penn Station in New York City, staring at the road signs to try and orient yourself. It's chilly and a little windy, but the sun beats down regardless, shadows of skyscrapers cast along the streets.

i pull out my phone to pull up the Maps app, looking up directions, but Taehyung just begins to walk down 7th Avenue, not a care in the world.

"Where are you going?" i say quickly, scrambling to catch up to him. This early in the morning, my breath still turns to fog as i jog towards him to meet his abnormally long strides.

"Do you want to go to the Met, MOMA, or Guggenheim?" Taehyung asks simply, like he's trying to decide which type of Doritos to get in the chips aisle.

"Uh..."you are, admittedly, not that particular to the art that you'll see. Art does not have as much of an immediate relevance to you as other things in your life, like your bank account, or your final semester grades. "Why don't you pick the museum, and I'll pick the restaurant we go to?"

"Deal," Taehyung says, that same devilish gleam in his eyes, a trick or two up his sleeves. Only this time, you aren't afraid of what he's got in store.

i find that you are very much looking forward to it.

Twenty minutes later sees the both of you standing outside the gigantic glass doors of the MOMA, surrounded by a pitch black exterior about as edgy and contemporary as the pieces of art inside.

"You never struck me as a modern art kind of guy," i tell Taehyung as the both of you walk inside, glass windows and ceilings on every side of you and a bustling crowd . Modern art seems rather stuffy. And perhaps, two years ago, i would have equated Taehyung to such, but now, stuffiness couldn't be the furthest adjective to describe him. He may be a little obnoxious and overwhelmingly charismatic, but he is certainly not stuffy.

"I prefer Impressionism and the subsequent periods," Taehyung tells you, another fact i never knew but happily stow away. "But I am, admittedly, a bitch for modern art, no matter how goddamn stupid it is."

"Good to know we're spending our money on a museum that will definitely be worth our while," i say dryly, taking the two tickets from the woman behind the desk. i pick up a map while you're at it, almost certain to get lost in this maze of a museum, but Taehyung is already zooming off, forcing you to scurry through the herds of people just to keep up his pace.

"Do you know where we're going?" i ask, entirely serious. i fumble to open up the map and suddenly i've got a piece of shiny paper larger than your backpack in your hands, overwhelmed.

Taehyung stops, the two of you standing right by the middle of a doorway, blocking everybody's path. And he places his hands on top of yours, lowering the map as i gaze up at him, wondering why the heck you haven't moved to the side so you aren't inconveniencing the thousands of people roaming the museum. His brows are soft, a little furrowed, like someone began to knit them together but then forgot halfway through. Like he's thinking. Like he wants to tell you something.

"No," Taehyung says softly, large hands enveloping yours as he begins to fold the map back up, "I don't know where we're going."

i open my mouth, about to prove your point, but Taehyung continues.

"But I don't need to. Because we're supposed to get lost," he tells you, honest, candid, and true. "That's the whole point. It's not about the destination, it's about the journey."

i scoff, heart a little warm on the inside but wit still sharp. "You sound like an infomercial for a cruise."

Taehyung laughs, tilting his head back in the way that says that he means it. "I'm serious, dahyun. Please. We don't need a map. We can guide each other. All we need is faith, trust..." He pauses, leaning in and waiting for me to finish his sentence.