i came home one night from work to see you in the kitchen.
you were eating chips,
mindlessly staring out the small window.
"hey." i greeted when i noticed you.
you turned to look at me.
"let's move to america."
"what?"
"there, we can get married. they have areas where people speak korean. think about it jungkook. there's so much opportunity there."
"we can't afford that taehyung."
"we can save up, then!"
"how do we learn english?"
"we can buy textbooks!"
"taehyung, i love you, but we don't know anyone from america."
"well... my friend may or may not live in america and is a citizen and is willing to do anything for me to move there..."
i sighed. "sure then, we can move to america."
you smiled at me.