Moving overseas was nerve wracking, not just for me, my mother didn't take the news all too well, it had taken her at least two weeks for her to finally agree. Namjoon was like a puppy when I told him I would go with him, he was more excited than he had been.

I was home sick for ages once we had both landed safely, the reality hit me that I would be staying here for a long time; I'm thankful for todays technology, without it - I think I would have taken longer to settle, as strange as it sounds.

I love being here however, I never thought I would ever be living in a penthouse in NewYork. Namjoon worked a lot, but he made it up to me everytime he got back home late, I felt bad knowing he contributed a lot to this. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him. So when he would give me a quiet sorry everytime he got back, my heart drops to my stomach. I don't want him to feel like I'm angry that he isn't here with me all the time, the whole reason why he wanted to come to America was for his dreams and I wanted to come with because I love him so much.

I made new friends, not a lot. My English is near to awful, the people I have met are patient with me though. I keep in touch with Jimin and Yoongi a lot too.

Night time is the best here, especially when all the buildings and lights outside are shining bright. The windows are massive, I remember Namjoon worring that they might be too big, but he bought curtains anyway. I smile at the memory, it was silly but his face was adorable.

I sigh softly, a smile perched on my lips. Night has came quickly again, right now it would be nice to have the younger back home and sitting next to me on this unnecessarily vast sofa. Namjoon and I decided on a white theme, to make it look even more modern than what it already is. Now I'm too scared to walk anywhere, afraid I might leave a mark or stain on everything.

This time when I sigh, it's mostly because of how late it is. To my surprise when I hear the door to our penthouse open and then close again, I sit up to see who has came in.

I smile immediately once I set my round, bright eyes on to Namjoon's fluffy brown hair.

"I thought I told you to not stay up late, you will ruin your health" He gently cooed as he came over to mess up my hair.

He himself looked exhausted, and even then he still managed to smile and joke around.

"You can't say anything Joonie" I retorted, moving my body off of the sofa.

As soon as I was standing, the younger engulfed me into a warm hug, an embrace we would share every night he got home late. It was our way of saying that we had missed each other a lot, which most couples probably do anyway. His arms wrapped innocently around my waist, holding me close and tight to him, my head lay on his firm shoulder, enjoying the presence of the man. Our bodys rocking slightly, the action causing me to feel tired.

"Have you had any luck with finding a teaching job?" The younger quietly spoke to me, still continuing the sway of our bodies.

"I've applied for many places, but because of my English they turn me away" I felt my heart squeeze inside me, I want to be able to help contribute to everything not just Namjoon alone.

Namjoon stopped our bodies and pulled out the hug still resting his warm hands on my waist before moving them up to cup my pink tinted cheeks.

He smiled and stared into my eyes, "you will find a job soon, I can feel it" he spoke with hope and care just as always.

I mirrored the same gentle, loving smile that he was showing to me, "I love you so much, even though you are clumsy and always nearly smash the windows" I giggled softly moving my hand up to move some of his hair out his eyes, he needs a haircut.

Namjoon then squished my face playfully making my lips pout, he chuckled deeply, "I love you so much too, even though I hate how much more handsome you are than me".

I laughed when he finally moved his hands from my face.

"It's late, lets go to sleep now" the younger insisted.

I nodded with a smile, "okay" he too smiled and I felt my entire body warm up even more from how adorable this man is.

He pulled me back into his embrace, my hands rising to rest around his neck. Namjoon moved his head so he could see me again, we both smiled at the same time before he finally inched closer and closer - closing the gap and letting his lips meet with mine.

It was always innocent and sweet. Namjoon and I were not rushing anything even though we had been together a long time now.

This was all we needed right now, our lips fit perfectly together. We fit perfectly together.

I had never felt this happy in my life and I'm so glad that this hopeless romantic started writing me notes everyday just to make me smile.

"What would I do without you?" The younger breathed against my lips.

"I ask myself the same thing everyday"

fin.