Jimin

Our gazes never deviate from each other. Thoughtout the song, his focus remains solely on mine and mine on his. When the song ends, I don’t move. I wait for his mind and his life to catch up to his heart, and I hope it happens soon. Tonight. Right now.

He wipes tears from his eyes, then lifts his hands. He holds up his left index finger, brings his right index finger close to the left and circles it around, and then the tips of his fingers touch.

I can’t move.

He just signed for me.

He just said “when.”

Seeing him sign is something I never expected. It’s something I never would have even asked him to do. Learning how to communicate with me the whole time we’ve been apart is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me.

I’m shaking my head, unable to get it through my mind that this boy is willingly mine and he’s perfect and beautiful and good and, holy , I love him so much.

He’s smiling, but I’m still frozen in shock.

He laughs at my response and signs the word again, several times. “When, when, when.”

Jiyong shoves my shoulder, and I look over at him. He laughs. “Go;” he signs, nodding his head in Jungkook’s direction. “Go get your boy.”

I immediately drop my guitar to the floor and rush off the stage. He pushes away from his table as soon as he sees me making my way toward him. He’s only a few feet away, but I can’t get to him fast enough. I take in the dress he has on and make a mental note to thank Namjoon later. I have a feeling he had something to do