Mister Saviour

10

Dami nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She turned and walked out of the coffee shop, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat of her emotions. She couldn't think straight, her thoughts swirling like leaves in a tornado. The kiss from the night before, the emails, Yoongi's girlfriend—it was all too much.

As she stepped into the quiet street, the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. She was in love with a man who was about to marry someone else, and she had just kissed her best friend, who apparently had feelings for her. The world felt like it was spinning out of control, and she didn't know how to stop it.

Dami walked aimlessly, her mind racing with thoughts of Namjoon and Yoongi. The kiss with Yoongi had been a revelation, a spark that had ignited a fire she hadn't realized was there. But what about Namjoon? She had promised to help him, to give him space to figure out his feelings. How could she do that now that she was caught in this mess?

Her steps took her to a nearby park, where the quietness was a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind. She sat on a bench, the cool metal biting into her skin through her thin dress. The moon cast a soft glow over the deserted playground, the swings moving slightly in the gentle breeze, as if urging her to let go of her burdens.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, a text from Taehi asking for an update on the wedding preparations. Dami stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Could she really go through with this now? Could she keep her professionalism intact while her personal life was crumbling around her? With a heavy sigh, she typed out a response, keeping it brief and to the point.

As she hit send, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find Yoongi standing behind her, his eyes filled with worry. 

"I followed you," he admitted, his voice low. "I couldn't let you go like that."

Dami didn't know what to say. She was torn between the comfort she found in his presence and the guilt that was eating away at her. "I'm sorry," she managed to whisper.

Yoongi sat down beside her, not removing his hand. "For what?"

"For everything," she said, her voice cracking. "For not seeing what was right in front of me, for letting things get so complicated."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck. "It's not your fault, Dami. I've been in love with you since we were kids. I never knew how to tell you without ruining our friendship."

Her heart skipped a beat. "But what about Jiwon?"

Yoongi sighed, his grip on her shoulder tightening. "Jiwon is amazing... but she's not you. I've been trying to move on, but every time I'm with you, it's like the world stops. And then it rewinds, so nothing changes and Im still hopelessly in love with you."

Dami turned to face him, her eyes searching his. Thy sit like that for a long time, the heavy silence of their unsaid words hanging over them like a blanket. And then she speaks only to stop right after on single word. "Namjoon..."

He took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to their intertwined hands. "I know you still love him. And I respect that. But I had to tell you how I feel."

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the distant hum of the city. Dami felt a tear slide down her cheek, the weight of her emotions too much to bear. "I don't know what to do," she confessed.

Yoongi's eyes searched hers, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand. "You don't have to decide anything right now," he said softly. "But I had to tell you."

Dami nodded, her heart feeling like it was in a vice. "Thank you," she whispered. "For being honest."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "We'll figure it out," he promised. "Together."

The words hung in the air, filled with hope and uncertainty. Dami didn't know what the future held, but she knew she couldn't go back to the way things were. The kiss had changed everything, opening a door she wasn't sure she was ready to walk through.

The following days were a blur of work and late-night conversations with Yoongi. They talked about their feelings, their fears, and the future. He was her rock, her confidant, the one person who truly understood the complexity of her situation. One evening, after a particularly intense day of wedding planning, Dami found herself at the same arcade.

Her phone buzzed again, a message from Namjoon. He had been distant since their meeting at the old park, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something. She opened the message, her heart racing. 

"Dami," it read. "We need to talk. Can you meet me at the band's old practice room tonight?"

The words sent a shiver down her spine. That room held so much history, so much pain. It was where they had first kissed. She knew this conversation would change everything.

With a heavy heart, she sent a quick response. "I'll be there."

The room was dark when she arrived, the only light coming from the street lamps outside. She could hear the faint echoes of their past laughter and music, a haunting melody that played on repeat in her mind.

Namjoon was there, his back to her, staring at the wall where their band's logo was still painted in vibrant colors. He looked so lost, so tired. Dami's heart ached for him. He walked straight up to her, stopping in a few feet radius of her.