Jimin

I fnish the song and don’t give myself time to look up at him before I begin playing the new one.

I’m afraid if I look at him, I’ll lose every bit of willpower still keeping me up on this stage. I want to go to him so bad, but I know how important it is for him to hear this next song. I also don’t want to be the one to make the final choice. If he’s ready to be with me, he knows what I need from him.

If he’s not ready, I’ll respect his decision.

However, if he’s not ready to begin the life I know we could have together by the end of this song, I don’t know if he’ll ever be ready.

I keep my eyes trained on my fingers as they work the strings of the guitar. I glance at Jiyong, and he leans forward into the microphone, his voice starting on cue. I glance to Namjoon, and he begins signing the words.

I slowly scan the crowd and find him again.

Our eyes lock.

I don’t look away.