If we bump into each other while passing, would it be fate?

After the award show was finished the boys climbed into their car, still a little awestruck at the award that sat beside them in a seat of its own. They sat quietly as an excited buzz hovered over them all.

This night was incredible.

They won Artist of the Year.

They'd spent years working hard, hardly sleeping, and pushing themselves past every limit and boundary. And all that work had led them to that one moment, those few minutes standing on the stage and holding that award in their hands. And it was worth it, every grueling, painstaking second of it.

"So..." Namjoon broke the silence in the car. "Should we celebrate?" The guys looked up at him kind of blankly. "Because I kind of already called and got us a table at a restaurant."

Jin snorted loudly at Namjoon's words, which set all the guys into fits of chaotic laughter. The full weight of the nights events hit them and suddenly everything seemed somehow lighter, better.

When their chuckles died down and they wiped the happy tears from their eyes, the boys nodded in agreement to their leader. They should celebrate.

The traffic was heavy in the city, especially with all the people leaving the award show, but soon enough their car pulled up to one of the fancier restaurants in the city and the boys headed inside. The interior of the restaurant was modern, with lots of red and silver everywhere. And the dark-wood grand piano in the middle of the room had Yoongi itching to get his fingers on it. It was a nice place.

Namjoon led them up to the hostess and gave her a smile. "Hello, we've got a table for seven, it's under Kim."

"Right—right! Uh, right this way." The girl's voice shook anxiously as she greeted them. Judging from her nervousness, she was a fan, but she didn't scream and cry at the sight of them, she respected their space and led them to their table. It was a nice thing for her to do.

"Here you are. Is this table okay?" She mumbled quietly, her eyes occasionally flittered nervously towards Hoseok before dropping again. Yoongi noticed how the menus in her hands shook a little.

"It's great, thank you," Hoseok sent the girl a smile, making her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

As the boys took their seats around the table, the hostess stood by nervously, her hands still shaking. With nervous fingers she pulled out a small notepad and pen.

"Can I—what um—what can I get you all to drink?" She stumbled cutely over her words, most likely because Hoseok was smiling widely up at her. Six sets of eyes moved back and forth between Hoseok and the waitress, waiting for one of them to either snap out of it or make a move.

Shaking his head in amusement, Namjoon turned to their waitress, "Martinis, please, gin."

"Of course, I'll get those right now." Her words came out shakily and she scuttled away quickly.

Hoseok stared after her while the guys shared a look.

"She forgot to leave the menus," Jimin chuckled quietly.

"Yeah she seemed kind of—"

"Cute." Hoseok cut off Jin's sentence before he could finish it.

"I was going to say nervous, but whatever floats your boat," he smirked over at Hoseok.

"Ooh Hobi has a crush!" Taehyung teased the older boy, poking him in the sides.

"I hope you brought a ring, I think you'll be proposing tonight," Yoongi joined in on the teasing.

"Oh shut up," Hoseok slapped away Taehyung's prodding hands and gave Yoongi a glare, which was quickly shut down with a raised eyebrow from the older guy.

After that little exchange was over the guys stayed silent for a moment. That is, until Jungkook made the next little remark.

"I hope she doesn't drop the drinks."

Hoseok's eyes widened and he threw his body across the table and began to smack their youngest member repeatedly on the arm. Jungkook's eyes crinkled cutely and his cackling little laugh rang through the restaurant. Windshield wiper sounds were escaping Jin's mouth and Namjoon was quietly smacking the table as he tried to contain his own laugher. Jimin and Taehyung were laughing openly and unabashedly, leaning on each other for support. And Yoongi just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and smiled at the scene in front of him.

Their boisterous laughs were dying down and as Namjoon glanced up he noticed another wide-eyed girl standing near their table, a drink tray in her hands. The girl was petite and actually incredibly cute. Her ponytail was a bit ruffled and her earthy brown eyes were almost too big for her face. She was adorable and looked like she belonged in an animae, but Namjoon couldn't help but notice the deep circles beneath her eyes. The girl looked exhausted, like she'd been through hell in her lifetime, but she was still standing, still fighting, still holding their drink tray, because hell still had to accommodate for a nine-to-five job. Whoever this girl was, Namjoon could tell she was a fighter.

"Guys, make some room, the drinks are here."

The boys's laughing faded out as they turned and spotted the girl. Taehyung and Jungkook sent her friendly smiles while Jimin blushed a little and quickly averted his gaze. Jin scooted over so she would have room to place down the drinks and Hoseok sank back down into his seat, still glaring at Jungkook. Yoongi took a deep breath, sat up in his chair, uncrossed his arms, and slowly turned to glance at the girl behind him.

When he spotted her, it felt like time had frozen and the world was standing still.

She was there, she was right there, standing two feet in front of him.

Three years.

That's how long it had been since Yoongi had seen her last. Three years, but she still looked the same. The same messy ponytail. The same big brown eyes. The same tears filling them.

"Chaerin."

The guys's laughter stopped completely. Their full and undivided attention snapped to the girl holdings seven gin martinis.

Jimin's eyes flickered between an immobile Yoongi and the immobile girl. "Chaerin? Your Chaerin? This is your Chaerin?"

Yoongi nodded vaguely. Yes.

No one said anything. They didn't know what to say.

This was Chaerin. They'd heard so many stories about her but they hadn't ever expected to meet the girl that Yoongi spent the majority of his life with.

Sometimes, when Yoongi was in a good mood, he could be convinced to tell the boys a story about Chaerin. The guys liked hearing about her. None of them knew her but through the stories it felt like they did. They'd learned that Chaerin was kind and sweet and caring. She was also stubborn and determined to get what she was after, no matter how long it took her. She was one of only the only people in the world who Yoongi would listen to and who could tease him without getting a smack or a death glare. These were all things the guys had gathered from stories that Yoongi told about her. It felt like they knew Chaerin, even though they'd never met.

Now this almost legendary girl was standing in front of them, and none of them really knew what to say or do.

"Yoongi."

"Chaerin."

"Hi—hi, Yoongi."

Her hands shook against the tray she held and the liquid in the martini glasses began to quiver.

"Chaerin."

He sat dumbstruck, staring up at the girl he'd missed so terribly over the past few years.

"I—I watched the award show tonight, congratulations."

"Chaerin."

"I uh, I didn't expect that you would be here—"

"Chaerin."

"Why do you keep saying my name?"

"Chaerin."

Her eyebrows furrowed. The drinks in her hands shook horribly now, gin slipping from the sides of the glasses. Jungkook quickly grabbed the tray and set it on the table before Chaerin could drop it.

"Why do you keep saying my name?" Her eyes were watering horribly and threatening to spill over. She squeezed them shut before they could. Her arms, now free of the drink tray, wrapped around herself.

"Chaerin—"

"Please stop saying that."

"No."

Her eyes snapped up to his face. "N-no?"

"No!" Yoongi sprung out of his seat abruptly, making the chair scrape harshly against the floor. Chaerin stumbled back a step. He looked almost...angry.

"No, Chaerin. I am not going to stop saying your name, Chaerin. Because for three years you were gone and I couldn't say your name to anyone but myself." Every time her name escaped his lips Yoongi took a step closer to her, and soon enough they were standing nearly chest to chest. Chaerin hugged herself tighter and tighter with each step he took in her direction.

Yoongi was several inches taller than Chaerin and he hovered over her. The poor girl looked like she was cowering in his shadow as she stared up at him with those big brown eyes of hers.

"I missed saying your name every day for three years," his angry tone softened to a broken little whisper. "I missed hearing you call my name every day for three years. And I missed you. So no, Chae, I will not stop saying your name."

Yoongi grabbed her shoulders in his hands and yanked her towards him, so they were only an inch apart. His left hand, shaking slight, brushed gently over her pink cheek. Yoongi's eyes desperately searched her face for something. He stayed immobile for a long moment, just staring down at the girl he'd missed so much over the years. Yoongi let his eyes wander over her familiar face, and his glance flickered briefly to the necklace around her neck before he breathed a sigh of relief and laid his forehead against hers.

As soon as Yoongi's forehead touched her own, Chaerin's eyes fluttered shut and an inaudible sigh escaped her lips. Her tense arms relaxed and her shoulders slumped. For the first time in three years, it felt like she could finally breathe.

Yoongi wrapped his warm, comforting arms fully around Chaerin and pressed her tightly to his chest. Her hands tangled in the fabric of his shirt and her face buried in the crook of his neck. Yoongi's chin rested on top of Chaerin's head and his thumb rubbed gently over her waist, where one of his hands rested. The embrace was warm and familiar and something the both of them had needed so desperately for three years.

"I'll be damned if I let you leave me ever again."