Nayoung didn't know what hurts more; Her broken leg or her broken heart.

***

"I love you"

I read that text over and over again. Is he out of his mind?

"You have Sohye. She is your girlfriend. Why would you send such a text to me?"

Sent.

"Can we meet? You name the place, Nayoung. I'll be there."

"Tokyo Cake Shop in 10 minutes, Namjoon. It's late."

***

I entered the cake shop with a ringing sound of a windchimes as the glass door closed up behind me. Fidgeting with my fingers; nervous. My brown eyes scanned the entire room for a glimpse of silver hair, and there he was, sitting on the sofa at the corner of the room. Under the air conditioner. Our usual spot.

I sat down on the small green sofa next to him, gazing down to my fingers the whole process. I could feel him noticing my presence, but none of us uttered a single word. Both of us knew the sin we're commiting, yet no one dared to mention it out with words.

"I meant every single word I have told you, Nayoung." he began after a while of uncomfortable silence. "And I just wanted to let you know. I don't demand anything from you; nor I expect anything from you in return."

His voice was stern, yet filled with something I believe was doubt.

"I love you, Namjoon." I declared. Tears was b on the rim of my eyes from the hurtful truth I know behind those words. Our love was mutual, yet we couldn't have each other. This love that has no future. This love is something that shouldn't have happened; a mistake; an error in the system.

He smiled as he slowly brought his hands to cup my face. In a single moment, our lips touched gently, slowly, in fear of breaking each other.

"Time is a ." he sighed. "You have no idea how many tears I’ve shed thinking about you; about us. If only we had met sooner...”