Five hundred and sixty-five days.

That's how long I've been wanting for this.

That's how many days I've counted down.

It's been three five hundreed and sixty-five days since I last saw him.

Kookeu paws at my leg as I lean againts my suitcase, fizzing with nervous excitement as I stare out the living room window. It's almost 6KST, and outside the sun has just risen.I watched it filter through the darkness twenty minutes ago, admiring beautiful the avenue looked and the way the sunlight bounced from the cars lining the sidewalk. Taehyung should be pulling up any second.

I drop my eyes to the small pomeranian by my feet. Leaning down, I rub behind his ears until he turns and pads his way into kitchen. All I can do is gaze out the window again, mentally running through a list of everything I packed, but it only stresses me out and I end up sliding off my suitcase and zipping it open instead. I rummage through the pile of skirts, the pair of Converse, the collection of bracelets.

"Nayeon, trust me, you've got everything you need."

My hands stop shifting through my clothes and I look up. Mom's standing in the kitchen in her robe, staring over the counter at me with her arms folded across the chest. She has the same expression she's been wearing for a week straight now. Half upset, half worried.

I sigh and shove everything tightly into the suitcase again as I close it back up and set it in it's wheels. I got to my feet. "I'm just nervous."

I don't quite know how to discribe the way I'm feeling. There are nervous, of course, because I have no idea what to expect. Five hundred and sixty-five days is a long time for things to change. Everything could be different. So I am also terrified. I'm terrified that things won't be different. I'm scared that the second I see him, everything will come rushing back. That's the thing about distance: it either gives you time to move on from someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.

And right now, I have no idea if I simply miss my stepbrother or if I miss the person I was in love with. It's hard to tell the difference. They're the same person.

"Don't be," Mom says. "There's nothing to be nervous about." She walks over into the living room, Kookeu bouncing behind her, and she squints out the window before sitting down on the arm of the couch. "When's Taehyung coming?"

"Now," I say quietly.

Right then I hear the sound of a car engine. I know it's Taehyung before I even look.

Taehyung pushing open the door of his car and stepping out, but his movements are slow and his face is blank, like he doesn't suprise me in the slightest. Last night his replies were blunt and he spent the evening mostly looking at his phone, and when I left his house he didn't walk me out to my car like he normally does. Just like Mom, he's a little pissed off wit me.

A lump grows in my throat and I try to swallow it down as I pull out the handle of my suitcase. I wheel it toward the front door but then pause to fix Mom with an anxious frown. It's finally time to leave for the airport.

Taehyung doesn't ring the bell before he enters the house. He never does, and he doesn't have to. But the door swings open slower than usual before he steps into the house, looking tired. "Morning."

"Morning, Taehyung ah," Mom says. Her small smile becomes a much wider grin as she reaches out tp gently squeeze his arm. "She's ready to go."

Taehyung's eyes flash over to meet mine. Normally he smiles when he sees me, but this morning his expression is neutral. He does, however, raise his eyebrows at me, as though to ask, "Well, are you?"

"Hey," I say and I'm so nervous that it comes out sounding weak and pathetic. I glance down at my suitcase and then back up to Taehyung. "Thanks for doing this on your day off."

"Don't remind me," he says, but he's starting to smile and it puts me at ease. Stepping forward, he takes my suitcase from me. "I could be in bed right now, sleeping until noon."

"You're too good to me." I move closer to him and wrap my arms around his body, burying my face into his shirt while he laughs and squeezes me back. I tilt my face up to look at him from beneath my eyelashes. "Seriously."

"Aw," Mom coos from beside us, and it makes me realize that she's still in the room. "You two are so cute."

I shoot her a warning glance before looking back to Taehyung. "And that is our cue to leave."

"No, no, listen to me first." Mom stands and her brief smile quickly disappears, a disapproving frown taking its place. I fear that when I come home this frown of hers will have become permanent. "Don't go on the subway. Don't speak to strangers. Don't step foot in the Bronx. Also, please come home alive."

My eyes roll to the back of my head. "I know," I say. "Basically just don't do anything stupid."

She looks at me hard. "Exactly."

I let go of Taehyung's arm and step toward her, wrapping my arms around her. Hugging her will shut her up. It always does. She squeezes me tightly and sighs againts my neck. "I'll miss you," I murmur, but it's muffled.

"I'm going to miss you too hon," she says as she pulls away from me, her hands still on my shoulders. She glances at the clock on the kitchen wall before gently pushing me back toward Taehyung. "You better get going. You don't want to miss your flight."

"Yeah, we better head off," Taehyung says. He swings open the front door and rolls my suitcase over the threshold, pausing. Perhaps it's to see if my mom has anymore unnecessary words of advice for me before I leave. Thankfully she doesn't.

I grab my backpack from the couch and follow Taehyung outside, but not without turning back around to offer Mom one final wave. "I guess I'll see you in six weeks."

"Stop reminding me," she says, and with that, she promptly close the front dooe. I roll my eyes and make my way across the lawn.

"Well," Taehyung calls over his shoulder as I follow him to his car, "at least I'm not the only one who's being left behind."

I squeeze my eyes shut and run a hand through my hair, lingering by the passanger door as he throws my suitcase into the trunk. "Taehyung ah, please don't start."

"But it's not fair," he mutters. We slide into the vehicle at the exact same time, and the moment he gets his door shut, he lets out a groan. "Why the hell do you have to leave?"

"It's really not that big of a deal," I say, because I really don't see what the problem is. Both he and Mom have disapproved of Paris  since the second I mentioned it to them. It's as though they think I'll never come home again. "It's just a trip."

"A trip?" Taehyung scoffs. Despite his foul mood, he manages to start up the engine and get me on my way. "You're leaving for six weeks. You come home for a month and then you move to Osaka. All I'm getting is five weeks with you. It's not enough."

"Yeah, but we'll make the best of those five weeks." I know that anything I say won't help the situation.

"That's not the point, Im Nayeon," he snaps, and it momentarily silences me. Althought I was expecting this, it's still odd seeing Taehyung aggravated. We rarely argue, because we've never disagreed on anything until now.

"Then what is?"

The fact that you choose to spend six weeks over there instead of being with me," he says, but his voice suddenly grown a lot quiter. "Is Paris really that great? Why needs six weeks in Paris? Why not just one?"

"Because he invited me out for six," I admit. Maybe six weeks in a long time, but back when I agreed to it, it seemed like best idea in the world.

"Why couldn't you compromise?" 

I fold my arms across my chest and turn away from him, "Jisoo hasn't  complained once about me leaving. Why can't you be the same?"

"Okay, Jisoo's your best friend, but I'm your boyfriend. And maybe also because she gets to meet up with you while you're there," he fires back, which, admitedly, is true. Jisoo and her cousin Jennie, have had a trip to Europe planned for a months now. 

Taehyung sighs and remains quiet for a minute, neither of us saying anything until we come to stop sign. "you're making us start this whole long-distance-relationship thing early," he says. "It ."

"Fine, turn the car around," I say, I turn around to look at him, throwing my hands up. "I won't go. Will that mak eyou happy?"

"No," he says. "I'm taking you to the airport."

Silence ensues for the next half-hour. Taehyung cuts the engine the second he pulls up against the curb by the entrance to the departures level, and then he turns to look at me intensely. It's almost 7KST now. "Can you at least call me, like, all the time?"

"Tae, you know I will." I let out a breath and give a small smile, hoping that he will succumb to my widening eyes. "Just try not to think about me too much."

"You say that like it's easy," he says. Another sigh. But when he glances back at me, I think he might be lightening up. "Come here."

He reaches over to cup my face in his hands, gently drawing me over the center console until his lips find mine, and soon it's as though our argument didn't even happen. He kisses me slowly until eventually I have to pull away.

"Are you trying to make me miss my flight?" i arch an eyebrow at his I push open the car door, swinging my legs out.

Taehyung smirks. "Maybe."

I roll my eyes and step out, throwing my backpack over one shoulder and gently shutting the door behind me. I grab my suitcase from the trunk before heading around to his window, which he rolls down for me the second I near him.

"Yes, Paris City gal?"

I reach into my pocket and pull out our five thousand-Won bill, the exact same one we've been tossing back and forth to each other ever since we met whenever we get a chance, like whenever we do each other a favor. But the bill is now unbelievably torn and tattered, and I'm suprised it hasn't disintegrated yet.

"Five thousand for the ride."

Taehyung presses his lips together as he takes the bill from me, but it does little to hide the fact that he's smilling. "You owe me a lot more than five thousand for this."

"I know. I'm sorry." Leaning through his window, I plant a kiss on the corner of his lips and then finally turn to make my way inside the terminal. Behind me, I hear the sound of his engine starting up once more.

I haven't been to ICN in almost two years, so part of me wishes that Taehyung had come inside with me, but I decide that it's better I didn't drag all of this out longer than need be. He would have hated watching me disappear beyond check-in. Besides, I can manage on my own. I think.

As I predicted, the terminal is incredibly busy when I get inside, even at this hour. I weave my way through the flow of people until I find a clear spot to stop for a moment. Swinging my backpack off my shoulder, I rummage around inside and pull out my phone. I draw up my text messages, grab hold of my suitcase and, as I make my way toward check-in, I begin to type.

Looks like next summer is here. See you soon.

And then, I send it to the person I've been waiting five hundred and sixty-five days to see.

I send it to Jaebum.