She stood with her back to him, but he could tell she was wearing his shirt from the night before. Her hair billowed softly with the breeze that came in though the open window she was leaning out of. For a moment, Yoongi thought she might have woken up to take a smoke. But when another breeze blew the curtains away to reveal her face, he saw that she was just looking out of the window with eyes that begged the world to show her something new.

She was beautiful, and there was no other way to describe it. Her thin form in his button up shirt with her soft hair cascading down her back almost begged to be photographed. Yoongi felt that if he didn't capture this moment somehow, she would slip right through his fingers like a dream you can never fully remember. But just as he had half the mind to grab his phone and take a picture, she turned around and looked at him with something in her eyes he had never seen before.

"It's our little secret," she whispered, grinning as she put a finger to her lips when their eyes met.

"What?" Yoongi's brow furrowed in confusion as she gathered up her things.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll see each other again."

And she was gone.