News of Namjoon and the statue had spread quickly. It was three days after Yoongi's arrival, and Namjoon was in his room, watching the news as he got ready that morning. Right as he finished putting on his shirt, a knock was sounded at his door. He opened it, seeing one of his many servants at the door with breakfast.

He accepted his breakfast, thanking them and closing his door. He sat down at his desk, eating slowly and listening to the news. It was supposed to rain that day, but that was no big deal to him. Yoongi, though, was a different situation. Namjoon had no idea if the boy was scared of storms.

Speaking about Yoongi, Namjoon should go check up on him. The day before, they had gone out to buy clothes for him. Namjoon didn't mind how much it had cost as long as it wasn't much. Yoongi, though, was too selfless to want anything expensive, and every store they had visited was high-end, so that was a mess.

Once Namjoon finished his breakfast he threw on his jacket, standing up and heading to the guest room. He knocked on the door, and was surprised to see Yoongi answer it so quickly. The boy peered up at him happily, but Namjoon had other thoughts.

"Remember, I told you we were going to the office today and to dress well," Namjoon eyes Yoongi up and down before looking back at him, "and it seems you don't have a sense for fashion whatsoever."

"I'm sorry... Back then wearing clothes were so simple."

Yoongi moved out of the way for Namjoon to come in. What back then? Was he alive long before he was alive? Namjoon searched the wardrobe, picking out a matching outfit before setting it down on the bed.

"Back then?"

"Hoseokie found my sense of style cute."

"Hoseokie..?"

"Past soulmate. What year is it right now?"

Namjoon eyed Yoongi before waving him over. He continued to listen to the story. The year was 2019.

"So maybe almost 200 years ago? I've been dormant in that statue ever since. I lived with him his whole life."

Yoongi stood in front of Namjoon, awaiting for him to do his thing. It wasn't long before Yoongi was getting his shirt changed.

"So your settlement was here?"

"It wasn't like this, but yes. That's why I was placed in that place. For 200 years I didn't move, and I couldn't watch what had happened. The reason I started crying was because I was still heartbroken over Hoseok."

"Why so?"

"He died right before my eyes in crossfire. He was protecting me from invading enemies but..." Yoongi trailed off, eyes tearing up. Namjoon stared at the boy, before standing up, pulling him into a hug.

"I understand. I also lost someone. His name was Kim Seokjin, he enlisted in the military last year and was killed in crossfire," Namjoon murmured. Yoongi hugged his torso tightly, apologizing. Namjoon pulled away, staring at Yoongi with a small smile.

He lifted his hand up to Yoongi's hair, moving it behind his ear. He hummed, taking Yoongi's hand to a room that looked like a mix of a relaxation space or a preparing room. He sat Yoongi down, grabbing a box and setting it down.

Glancing at Yoongi's outfit multiple times before three pairs of earrings were picked out. Yoongi was given the choice to choose one of the three. In the end, a pair of flower earrings were being pierced through his ears. Yoongi smiled at his reflection. It wasn't long before they were outside, walking towards the car. Namjoon had, unsuspecting, put on too little clothing for that morning, and was shivering the littlest.

Yoongi took notice and took Namjoon's hand, who hastily pulled away.

"Take my hand, Joonie, please?"

Yoongi held his hand out, and it wasn't long before Namjoon felt his whole body was warm. He stared down at their hands and Yoongi's hand was glowing a faint blue. Namjoon directed his eyes towards the boys eyes, but the glints stayed a powerful blue. He guessed the boy wasn't using as much energy like he usually would.

They entered the car, and Yoongi let go, sitting in the back. Namjoon sat up front, looking out the window. Fifteen minutes passed before they stood in front of a tall building. Namjoon started walking, and Yoongi followed closely, staying quiet. He remembered Namjoon's direct orders from yesterday.

Once inside the building, people looked at him, both Namjoon and Yoongi. Namjoon was greeted by some while he greeted others. His secretary rushed up to him, stopping the two.

"Sir, the work I assigned you three days ago is due today-"

"Did you not check your inbox? I finished and emailed the files to you."

"The presentation-"

"Have my representative do it for me today. As you can see," Namjoon gestured towards Yoongi, "I have a guest with me."

"You mean the statue? Sir, isn't he a waste of space?"

Yoongi took offense to this but stood still. The only reaction he had was the pained look in his eyes. He stared at the ground in shame. Namjoon, though, had other words.

"If you want to say one more bad thing about him, go ahead, but I can't guarantee your position here."

"Why are you defending a boy you know nothing of?"

"And why are you arguing with me when you could clearly be doing work," Namjoon asked, though it wasn't a question, it was a statement. The girl sputtered before bowing and heading her way.

Namjoon sighed, covering his face with his hand. Yoongi stood beside him quietly. Namjoon began to walk again, and Yoongi followed. They headed up the elevator, Yoongi staring at his reflection in the wall. He noticed all the details that had changed from then and now.

His hair wasn't so curly like now back then, in fact, it was more straight with little curls. The elevator dinged and they arrived on their floor. Namjoon got off, Yoongi followed into a room. A huge room.

"You can read a book off my shelf over there," Namjoon said, gesturing towards the shelf, "and there's a couch for you to sit on and read. Don't bother me unless I let you."

Yoongi smiled, heading over to the shelf and looking through the books. Namjoon headed over to his desk, powering on his computer. By the time he looked back at Yoongi, the bot was already on the couch, curled into his usual ball and reading. Namjoon immediately recognized the cover.

Space. A book with an unusual love story between two boys from different perspectives. One boy a huge musical artist and the other a fan signed at a music entertainment company. That was one of Namjoon's favorite books by far. Yoongi seemed pretty immersed into it already. And so, Namjoon started to work on other projects given. He worked quietly, the only sound was Yoongi flipping the pages of the book.

Hours passed until lunch, someone had bringing up food, which gave the two a break from their activities. Namjoon asked about the book while he ate, and Yoongi spoke highly of it with smiles and little giggles.

"It's pretty interesting, like you. You're interesting, Joonie."

"I'm pretty sure Jimin would deny. I'm not at all interesting."

"You're a hard worker! You protect those you love and try to be your best," Yoongi said with a smile. Namjoon stopped eating and looked up at Yoongi. He sighed, finishing his food and standing up, walking back to his desk. Yoongi looked at Namjoon, knowing he was unhappy. Was it something he said? He didn't want to pester him about it.

"Finish up your lunch, alright?" Namjoon mumbled, not bothering to look at Yoongi. And so, Yoongi finished his lunch and headed back to finish the book. And hour passed before his secretary entered, hands full of paperwork. Yoongi peered over his book at her. Namjoon and her spoke quietly, Namjoon on multiple occasions glancing over at Yoongi. He buried his face into the book, continuing to read.

Namjoon stared at his secretary go on and on about Yoongi and how much time he was taking out of his work life. He listened to all of it, eventually getting fed up of her complaining. He snapped when she said he was nothing, and he slammed his hands onto his desk, standing up. His eyes glared scorchingly at her.

"Get out, now."

"Sir, you're taking his side?"

"I will not tolerate disrespect in this workplace, miss," Namjoon seethed. Yoongi looked over, and he could detect Namjoon getting angrier by the second. It was best if he stopped him now then later. And so, in a flash, he stood in front of the woman, looking up at her.

"It's best if you leave, as you see. His wish should be your command," Yoongi said. The secretary, bewildered, raised her hand to hit him, but she was definitely underestimating him. In a blink of an eye, her arms were behind her back, and she couldn't move them. Yoongi peered over her shoulder at Namjoon, who seemed to be getting a little calmer.

"Jiyeon, it's best if you leave," Namjoon said, reaching out for Yoongi. The boy immediately was at his side in a flash. The girl grimaced, turning around and walking angrily out the door. It was slammed, and Yoongi flinched. Namjoon sighed, looking at Yoongi.

"Joonie was getting mad, so I though I should help."

Namjoon chuckled, smiling at the boy.

"Well, I'm fine now, thank you," Namjoon said, looking at Yoongi. The blue glints in his eyes were definitely more faded than before. Yoongi collapsed onto his chest, and Namjoon caught him just in time. Though Yoongi didn't pass out, he was extremely tired.

"You need to control that energy of yours."

"If it's to protect you, it'll be worth it."

"Not if you're always passing out like this."

"I didn't pass out this time."

"You collapsed, Yoongi, tell me why this is better?"

"I don't know.."

Namjoon laughed, lifting the boy up and walking him towards the couch. He sat him down, sitting next to him. He hummed, looking at the book on the table. He looked a the number marked with a smile. Yoongi could read fast.

"How are you so far ahead?"

"Hoseokie had me read a lot, there weren't all of these phones and computers there are now."

"Really? Well, I'd assume so," Namjoon said, taking the book and flipping through the pages. Yoongi smiled at Namjoon.

"He was kind, just like you. Hardworking, protective," Yoongi said, trying to control the sadness coming back, "he protected me when I should've protected him."

"After he passed, did you immediately turn to stone?"

"I don't know. All I know now is that I don't want to become stone again. I was born human, but not like you. My mother said I was special, but she's long gone, of course. I have these powers.." Yoongi stopped, thinking about what he should say.

"I only ever used them to help others. When I found Hoseokie... I fell in love with him. He, though, never paid attention to me, always dismissing me. I wanted to become friends, to protect him."

"When the invading enemies came, I was standing outside his door. I had a basket full of apples and other fruits. That's when the gunfire started. I was surprised, you know? I had always been protected I wasn't used to it. Hoseokie had rushed out and stood in front of me, but it was too late."

"After a minute or two, he was shot. I stared at him as the blood oozed out. I immediately used my energy to heal him, but it didn't work. He died, I couldn't save him. His last words, though, was that he loved me... I passed out from my energy being all used up, the rest is unknown."

He looked up at Namjoon, tears falling down his cheeks slowly. Namjoon felt his heart twinge.

"Here I am now, with you. You've been fated with me, and so I'm sorta, I guess, your guardian angel."

A knock was sounded at the door, and Namjoon stood up. There stood the man from the station three days ago.

"It's good to see you again. Good news, we figured out a way to-"

"No."

"Pardon me?"

"He's staying as he is. Thank you, though."

The man, confused at the sudden change, bowed and left. Namjoon shut the door, confused as to why he made that decision. He looked at Yoongi who sat in his little curled ball, smiling at him. He couldn't help but admit that that smile made his heart warm and full of happiness.