*Yoongi pov
Dinner is not exactly the triumph I planned, but is edible. The beef is a bit rarer than I like it and my Yorkshire puddings do not rise. 'Kenzie explains that I did not heat the oil enough before pouring the batter. I did read that in my recipe but became scared when it started smoking, so I let it cool slightly as I did not want to scorch off my eyebrows by causing a fire!!
Overall she gives me a 10 out of 10 for effort, and a six for execution. Not bad for a novice chef who has never cooked an English recipe in his life though. I'll accept that six, above average but with room for improvement.
While we eat we discuss world news, our views on all the topics of the time..... racism, war and the subsequent refugee crisis, climate change and protecting wildlife and the environment. She holds many similar opinions to me, but we do disagree quite strongly over some foreign policies. It is exhilarating to have this kind of conversation, and refreshing to have someone feel able to argue with me. I spend much of my time surrounded by toadies who agree with everything I say, which infuriates me. It is the reason I say so little in interviews. We then move on to musical tastes and favourite artists.
'Kenzie loves David Bowie, Queen, The prodigy and The specials. Her favourite rap artist is Eminem, which does niggle a bit seeing as it's my genre! Her favourite currently recording artist is infact BTS she tells me with a little blush, her daughter is a HUGE fan, and is apparently 'in love' with Namjoon!
"I'll be sure to tell him" I tell her.
'Kenzie says she was unaware I had recorded anything alone, has never heard of Agust D as she has only recently discovered our music. I add them to her Spotify playlist for her and she promises to listen on her flight home.
I'm clock watching. I want time to stand still, to give me longer with her before she leaves. Her flight is in around 8 hours from now. I suggest we have a nap and she agrees it's a good idea. I set an alarm to go off in four hours time. We remove our outerwear and settle into bed, snuggled up tightly and immediately fall asleep in each other's arms.
The alarm goes off and we wake, in almost exactly the same position we fell asleep in.
I kiss her forehead and move to get up, choosing some comfortable track pants and a t-shirt from my wardrobe and get in the shower. When I get out 'Kenzie has put on her beautiful jumper from earlier but has exchanged the leggings for some skinny jeans and some Dr Martin boots. She is just finishing tidying her hair. She looks so effortlessly hot!!
"We should probably have a snack or a light meal and then get going to the airport I guess" I tell her.
She frowns but nods in agreement. We move to the kitchen and she opens the fridge, finding some ingredients and saying "Omelette?"
We cook silently side by side, both lost in our own thoughts. Once we've eaten, making only small talk throughout we tidy the kitchen and 'Kenzie collects her bag and phone from the bedroom.
I grab a hoodie and jam my feet into some Balenciagas. So comfy!
I take her bag and we leave the apartment, travelling down to the garage holding hands but remaining reticent.
I unlock the Aston and help her inside. I want to drive her myself. If I am having to concentrate on driving I will be less likely to fall to pieces thinking about her leaving.
We travel in sombre moods, I rest my hand on her thigh and she covers it with hers. We arrive at the airport around 90 minutes before her flight is due to leave. Enough time for a mooch around the duty free section and a cup of coffee in the VIP lounge.
'Kenzies flight is called. Oh god! I feel as if I have just been dealt a blow to the solar plexus! Mike Tyson could not have hit me harder.
We stand and I pull her to me, crushing her lips with mine, one hand on her jaw, the other behind her back, desperate to hold her so tightly to my body but refraining so as not to hurt her.
"I love you Yoongi" she says as she pulls away from me.
"I love you too.... so much! I will miss you more than you can imagine. Please call me as soon as you are in the car in London" I request
'Kenzie nods, a tear falling down her cheek and then turns to board her flight, looking back once to blow me a small kiss before disappearing from view.
"SALANGHAE!" I call after her, then I fall back into my chair and sob. I cry like the baby I have been so worried she will see me as.