The Letters In His Lunchbox

Note XVI

Yoongi was on the walkway as he ended the call with Jin.

It was a Friday and he seemed to be taking these walks often nowadays.

He didn't know how, but the Han river seemed to always bring him peace.

Whether it was the grey, calmly flowing water that hid a strong undercurrent, the beautiful green fauna surrounding the foot path, the birds flying around, or just the over all quietness in the odd hours of the afternoon, it all seemed to give his mind and body a break.

The water seemed to distance him from the busy city and it's fast life.

He closed his eyes and opened them again as he sat on the same bench he'd been sitting on for the past few weeks.

And as he opened his eyes, there she was.

A little bit far away, two benches apart.

Right where she always sat.

Another reason that caused the genius producer to take these frequent walks of his.

She was in brown pants and a loose dress shirt today, her delivery vehicle parked nearby.

Her pitch black hair was messy thanks to the wind, wispy.

Plump cheeks flushed pink, with dark eyes and a cute button nose, Yoongi was charmed.

He didn't even know why, but ever since he had first seen her that day, helping the child, her smile had refused to leave his mind.

He had come back for days after that, at the same time, hoping to see that alluring smile once more, just to calm his longing heart and to maybe stop his mind from wandering off to her in the middle of work again.

But it took him a month before he could catch a glimpse of her again.

And since then, it had become a regular event for him..

Because she would come around there at the same time everyday, park her delivery bike and sit on the same bench, looking at the same calm river and the setting sun.

He would often find different expressions on her face, deciphering them was a hobby now.

Sometimes it would be anger, sometimes irritated, and sometimes sorrow.

And then it would all return to the same calmness when she would close her eyes and breathe in.

But rarely, very rarely, a different emotion would make itself known.

A look of longing, of reminiscing, as if she missed someone dearly..

It came rarely, but it always ended with her shedding tears.

Yoongi would always feel conflicted when he would see that look on her rosy features.

Who made you cry?

Who are you missing so much?

What do I do to help you?

Can I wipe your tears?

He wanted to ask so much, but he couldn't.

He didn't want to scare her off, after all he was simply someone sitting two benches apart.

Infact he didn't even know why he felt so stirred merely by looking at this stranger...

As he thought all this, there eyes coincedentally met, and he froze in his spot.

Her eyes widened for a split second before they came back to normal and she gave a small smile.

The smile seemed to thaw his frozen state as he too, returned an awkward bow.