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"So, as you already know, I'm the leader of BTS, RM-" "I'm more curious about Kim Namjoon." Bangtan Sonyeondan is at the pinnacle of their success; they've travelled the world, grown as both artists and humans, and have fans who are as supportive as ever. They're happy, and Kim Namjoon, the talented and versatile leader, is no exception to this. Until chance (or perhaps fate?) intercedes in the form of Hong Ji Ah, a vivacious young videographer who is part of the team shooting Bangtan's documentary. She challenges Namjoon at every step of the way, unafraid to stand by her beliefs, beliefs which begin to stir his soul in ways he could never have imagined. Starting to gain a renewed perspective on life and fame, Namjoon embarks on a topsy-turvy journey of self-discovery. Pasts are rehashed, emotions are revived and destinies are intertwined as he reflects on love and what it really means to be true to himself.
"Let's break up."
The words resounded within the seemingly hollow walls of the empty classroom and Kim Namjoon flinched at the iciness of the girl's tone. He studied her; soft brown hair glinting in the sunlight filtering in through the windows, eyes dark and inscrutable, face stoic and completely devoid of its usual liveliness.
"What do you mean? Do you really want to end this?" he almost stuttered and instantly chastised himself. He couldn't appear weak, not now.
The girl sighed as she turned her head away. "You don't trust me, Joon. How do you expect this relationship to work?"
"That's not true! Of course I do-"
"Then why would you constantly impose restrictions on which guy I talk to, whom I meet, how many male friends I have?" she demanded angrily, her temper spiking. "You almost pulverized my cousin thinking he was hitting on me!"
Namjoon recoiled from the irritation in her words, her pained expression clenching his heart. Maybe he had gone a bit too far this time. But the young man couldn't help it. She was perfect, so perfect that Namjoon could hardly believe that she had accepted his proposal. And he was frequently hounded by the insecurity that she would leave him someday.
And his fears were proving to be true.
"Don't get me wrong, Joon-ah," the girl said in a softer voice. "You're your own person. But I'm my own person too. And I can't stand you being so uncertain and aggressive all the time."
Namjoon didn't utter a word, he couldn't. He simply watched as the girl strode towards him, the graceful swinging of her hips as alluring as ever.
"Maybe someday, you'll realize that everyone has their own way of living. That they have their own way of loving." She laid a cool palm against his cheek, caressing it ever so slightly. "Someday, you'll learn to love yourself."
And she walked away.
He watched as her silhouette disappeared from his sight. She wasn't just leaving him; she was transferring to a different school because of the nature of her parents' jobs. And Kim Namjoon knew he would never see Hong Ji Ah again.
Or, at least, that's what he thought anyway.
