I had been to London before, but solo travel had never been my thing. I would enjoy it for a couple of days and then long for other people to share the excitement. However, the whole idea behind the spontaneous London segment, was "Olivia explores London on her own". At least I didn't have to hide that I was feeling a bit awkward standing in line to a gig, supposed to vlog the whole thing from my phone. It got better when some people in line recognized me and so it was more like "Olivia explores London on her own, but makes new friends every day". The concerts were great. The day after I arrived the network had organized a local camera team to film me in an iconic record store in Brixton to talk about new releases. At the end of the day, I would send everything to my producers and because of the time difference, when I got up the blog had been not only edited but also released. I wasn't used to the fast pace but it was fun. During the day I had some time to explore, I filmed some things even when I was just talking walks... it just made the whole solo travel experience complete. After the first vlog was released Namjoon texted me.

Namjoon: [10:09 AM]: I am so dumb, I thought you'd be arriving tomorrow, stupid time zones. Me: [10:12 AM]: Nope, already here. Namjoon: [10:13 AM] Picnic in a park later? Me: [10:19 AM] That is... a pretty cute idea, you are being pretty cute, Mister. Namjoon: [10:22 AM] I am! Is it working? Me: [10:29 AM] Depends on what the goal is. Namjoon: [10:35 AM] You liking me. Me: [10:39 AM] Jesus, bold much? Where is the guy who almost fell up the stairs because he kissed my cheek? Namjoon: [10:44 AM] Same guy. Just get a bit awkward in person sometimes. I mean... I agreed to teach Lauren dance moves, does that sound like something I would do if I wasn't interested? Me: [10:48 AM] Oh, so really you are interested in Lauren. Namjoon: [10:52 AM] Shut up. Stop flirting with me via text and meet me somewhere around Hampstead Heath in an hour?

He confused me sometimes. There seemed to be this constant pull between him being cute and a bit shy and maybe, well, a little inexperienced compared to someones our age where I came from. And then he'd suddenly be super direct and confident and self-assured. Maybe the mix made him so interesting to me, but I definitely didn't yet know him well enough to know what to expect.

I had imagined something along the lines of a Tesco meal deal and wine in a plastic bottle. No Period Drama style picnic needed. But when I was about to head out Namjoon called and cancelled. He did say something about extra rehearsal, but also management being upset after he had told them where he was going. I wasn't quite sure which reason was the main one. I tried to not show that I was a bit pissed. I knew it wasn't his idea, but there wasn't that much time. Especially because his schedule was crazy and I needed time in the evenings to see concerts. My mood was pretty bad until I just decided to hang out with some friends who lived in London. Two Pimp's cups later I had gotten over it. It wasn't the alcohol that had helped but letting off steam a little. Yes, I had flown halfway around the world and then he didn't have time, but I had exactly known what I had gotten myself into. Or at least I knew enough to see that this would never have been four days of seeing each other non-stop. When we compared schedules the following day things didn't look up really. We really wouldn't see each other until my last night in London and only after a gig. Unless I came to one of the BTS concerts, which we agreed wasn't a good idea.

The gig on my last night in London was good. I would have stayed longer but ended up rushing back to my hotel. It was after 11 and Namjoon had to get up at six the following morning. I felt bad but knew this was basically our last shot at seeing each other before I was heading back to New York. In my room, I realized I still had to send my files to the studio and cursed at the hotel wifi for taking forever. I must have forgotten the time, there was a knock on the door. I let Namjoon in, quickly opening the door, yelling a "give me one second!" in his direction before rushing back to the desk. "Uh...but I can come in?" "Sure." He stood there while I ticked a few boxes. Finally, the transfer worked and I took a deep breath, closing my computer and turning around in my chair. "Hi." he said grinning at me. "Hi." I replied and then just got up. I wanted to hug him but I must have basically jumped him instead. Namjoon didn't seem to mind, wrapping his arms around my body and holding me at eye level. We stumbled around the room for a moment, then he found his footing, but didn't let go. I held on to his neck, trying to look at his face. He seemed a little tired but happy. Now both our mouths were twitching. We basically took turns studying each other and when I just couldn't resist looking at his lips anymore, he had already leaned forward enough to kiss me. It was just a simple peck, but it lasted a while. When he let go I was the one who closed the distance between us again. His lips were as soft as they looked. The sound of our breathing was everywhere because we were so close. When the second kiss ended he gently set me down, only for me to then tug on the fabric of his shirt, pulling him down to me once more. It was hard to stop kissing now that we had started. Finally, I smiled against his lips so hard that he let go, because he could feel it as well. "Hi." he just said again. "Much better than a picnic." "Yeah. You're right."

We watched some tv, but jet lag and tour exhaustion hit Namjoon hard, basically as soon as we sat down on my bed, leaning against its headboard. After a while, he lay his head on my shoulder, not even pretending to watch anymore. I was tired as well but knew If I fell asleep we would stay like this for the rest of the night and I would go down in history as the woman who had kidnapped the leader of BTS because management would freak out and send a special unit or something. But I also couldn't tell him to go home. Because he had only just gotten here and I didn't know when I would see him again. So I sat there. My head leaned against his, one of my legs entangled with his. The fact that he had dozed off must have meant that he was comfortable, I tried to tell myself. And I was comfortable as well, but no! nooo! Wake up!

"Hey" I murmured around 1 AM and wiggled my shoulder a little. Nothing. My hand on his arm, my toes poking into the side of his calf, nope, nothing. "Namjoon..." Wow. One tired boy. "Come one, wake up!" There was a little noise coming from him now, but sighing I realized that this would be really hard. I thought about it for a second, then simply moved around, till I was sitting on his lap, my hands tickling his neck. "Jooniejooniejoonie..." I couldn't help but whisper in his ear and finally, I got a proper reaction from him, even though it was only a little chuckle, probably because I had used that nickname. "I just...wanna sleep." "I know, I am so sorry." I pressed my lips against his cheek, then against the crook of his neck and it somewhat seemed to work. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, yawning while he moved his arms around my body to pull me into a tight hug. His face against my collarbone, my face in his hair. "Can you say my name again like that?" His voice was quiet but gave me chills. "Joonie? Jooniejooniejooniieeee?" He started laughing. Cuddling me even tighter, my fingers in his hair on the back of his head. And then, without another word, we both got up. One last hug, one last kiss in front of the door.

"VMAs, twentysomething days..." he said, the tip of his nose touching mine. There it was again. It wasn't a question, he said it as if it was a fact. But it didn't feel like an order, it just made me feel calmer because he said it with such certainty. I nodded. And then he raised his hand and did that "call me" motion again with which all of this had started. "Oh stop it." I said giggling, pushing him out the door now, while he just grinned smugly. We waved at each other one last time and then he was on his way. Texting me that he had gotten to the hotel where the boys were staying 20 minutes later. One of the pillows on my bed still had a Namjoon's back sized dent in it, so I threw myself into that and tried to sleep.