Bridging Destinies

Chapter 30: Reunion

Once our business in Chile had concluded, it then led us on a wild chase across continents, until we finally found ourselves in Russia and then closer to home. All traces of our existence had been nullified as much as possible, and we felt more secure in the knowledge that we had made the world safer for our people.

I had done my best to find Namjoon again, through news articles and peaking into his mind, and had realized he was on tour. Throughout the time we had been away from each other, I had looked in on him, watching him through my gifts, hoping for his happiness. He wasn't entirely happy, I knew, and when I could, I sent a sense of comfort to him, that I was sure he wasn't fully aware of. I had been gone a little over three months and I knew this was a long time for humans.

I had known that I would be close to Toronto around the time of his scheduled concert and managed to buy tickets to it. Even though I knew that it increased my chances of being caught out when in a crowd, I wanted to see him again and decided this was the best way to do so, for now. Just to make sure, I also searched the paths and was fairly confident that I would be safe.

I prepared and went into the venue, joining his fans to watch the concert. My seat was close to the stage and I knew that if he looked in my direction, he would likely see me, as I wanted to be as a beacon to him in the crowd of nameless fans.

I settled into my seat and watched as everyone around me chattered excitedly. I kept my senses on full alert, paying attention to the energy, thoughts of the people near and far from me, and the weave of the path around me as much as I could.  I could feel Namjoon somewhere in the back part of the stadium and felt a sense of excitement building in my stomach. I had truly missed him.

I knew that Namjoon would see me in the crowd at some point during the concert. I could see and feel it. I was not certain of his reaction, but hoped he would accept that I had returned, know that I was near and watching out for him, and be interested in connecting again. I had some hope that he would be open to seeing me again, but I was not entirely sure of his reception.

While I wanted to be seen by Namjoon, I most definitely did not want to be noticed easily by any others and had earlier set my intention to be as a shadow, to those around me, at large. I continued to sit quietly in my place, when the screens lit up on the stage and music from the band began to play, with videos showcasing their songs. Fan chants began from the mouths of the fans and I watched and listened, remaining quiet.

When the men came out onto the stage, performing their song On, I stood with the surge of the crowd and observed them as they danced and sang. My heart beat faster as the men danced and sang, and I simply waited for the moment that he would look and see me. The moment came somewhere near the middle of the concert when Namjoon looked in my direction. When he saw me, his eyes went somewhat wide, but he played it off, like the professional that he is.

My heart felt as if it would beat out of my chest as I watched him. He somehow maneuvered closer to me and looked in my direction, then threw fingers hearts at the crowd with a bright smile, winking. His actions made the crowd go wild and they cheered louder. I caught his thoughts, knowing his movements were meant for me.

'Oh my god, you are safe!', 'You're back!', and 'You found me!' were themed in his thoughts as he moved by habit to the music. I noted his thoughts moving through his mind and smiled as he focused again on his performance, rapping out his verse. There was more energy to his performance and he seemed to give it everything he had. Between the energy of the crowd and knowing that I was there, his excitement was explosive. I sent him a wave of affection and Light in response and he turned towards me, placing his hand over his heart briefly, before moving off the stage to change, in the interval between songs.

As he moved from the stage, I felt his thought, intentionally thinking loudly so that I would catch it, 'Stay, after the concert. I will send someone to bring you backstage' He told me. I mentally agreed, knowing he would not hear me, but sat through the rest of the concert, admiring him, and actually enjoying their performance.

When the concert was over and most of the fans had exited the venue, a security guard found me and brought me backstage to a quiet room. I waited there for a good while before the door opened and Namjoon stood looking in at me through the doorway. A smile flashed on his face, half of joy and relief. He didn't speak, but I heard his thought, 'You're really here.' He entered the room and closed the door, standing silently as he observed me. I slowly smiled at him and in response his face broke out into a large grin, dimples prominently displayed, as he closed the distance between us in seconds. He brought his hands up to cup my face and kissed me passionately, ending the kiss on a sigh as he leaned his forehead against mine. He spoke into the space between us, "I thought I wasn't going to see you again." He whispered. "I hoped I would, but I worried I wouldn't."

I softly touched his cheek and moved a little away from him to look into his eyes, "I said I would return and that I would find you."

He nodded and took my hands, "Ya. I know. I held onto that idea." He pulled me towards a couch against one wall and sat down, pulling me down beside him. He spoke again, gazing at me, taking in every feature, "I wasn't sure, though, and we didn't really know each other for long before you left. And then my texts weren't going through, so I didn't know what happened."

I moved my hands so that I could lift his hands to my lips, kissing his knuckles, "I apologize, Joonah. I had to destroy the phone, because we left the country. I could not contact you. I wanted to, but I could not. I know these few months have been hard for you."

He blinked slowly, processing what I said, "You knew? How?" He asked, then it dawned on him, "Were you keeping tabs on me?"

I smiled softly, "I was. I looked in on you from time to time." I explained.

His brows raised as he considered me, "Through the powers of your mind?" He asked me and I laughed, nodding yes to his question. He leaned back against the side of the couch, regarding me, "So are you going to disappear on me again?" He asked me, carefully.

I exhaled softly and looked down at our hands that were still connected, "I cannot say that I won't." I looked back at him, earnestly, "But I will promise to be here when I can. I know you may want more." I nibbled on my lip as I contemplated him, watching his expression, "But I have also been set free for a year or more, if that makes a difference for you." I suggested to him, "I do not need to return to my duties for now."

"A year or more." He said softly, his eyes devouring my features, "I guess it's too soon to ask for a lifetime."

I took a deep breath as my heart began to pound in my ears, "A lifetime." I breathed, "If I could give you that, I would. I cannot promise it, though."

Namjoon licked his lips purposely, drawing my attention to his mouth. He pulled me closer and softly kissed me, "If I said that I would take a year or more, if that's all I could have, with you, would that seem desperate?" He asked against my lips, as he slowly pulled away to gaze into my eyes.

I shook my head languidly, bobbing it from side to side in a kind of small dance, as I smiled at him, my eyes hooded, "Not at all. I want to spend that and more with you." I told him.

He smiled widely and pulled me into his arms, embracing me. Against my ear he spoke quietly, "Good. I will ask for more, then. Much more."