October 23
12:32 a.m.
Spectator's POV
The faint echoes of cheers and fan-chants dangle in the ears of sleeping artists and awake artists. Well, artist. Y/N sits on the floor of the hotel balcony looking up at the night autumn sky, watching the stars behind the city fog. A breeze swims through the buildings, twirling and swirling around reaching the fly away hairs outside of Y/N's beanie. They are unbothered by the wind, still staring up over the towering buildings and little restaurants listening to the hums of the city. They listen to the rhythmic honking of cars and the blaring horn of the train play as it passes by.
In the hotel room with the younger artists, who are as snug as a bug in a rug, they lay sound asleep. All but one remains awake. Jungkook flops over onto the right side of the bed, waking up when he feels the cold sheet. He opens his eyes just enough to see that Y/N is not in the bed with him. He starts panicking a bit and sits up, tiredly squinting his eyes trying to adjust to the low lighting. As he stays in the bed searching for Y/N, craning his head around the room for them, he lands on a figure on the balcony that catches his attention.
Found them. Jungkook sighs in relief as he scoots off the hotel bed, taking the blanket with him.
"What are you still doing up?" Jungkook asks, walking out onto the balcony
"Oh, it's you," Y/N says.
"Who else would I be, a dragon?" He jokes, carefully closing the door to the balcony.
"Dragons are cool," Y/N mumbles.
Jungkook pulls the blanket closer to him as he sits down beside Y/N. The icy cement flooring seeping through his black sweatpants.
"Aren't you cold?" Jungkook asks.
Y/N looks at him and shrugs, not quiet fazed by the cold.
"It's not too bad. I'll live," they respond.
Just the look of Y/N in their simplistic sweatpants and hoodie - along with their new signature beanie - makes the Jungkook feel as if he is in Antarctica. Jungkook scoots closer to Y/N and opens his right arm to place the blanket around Y/N, gently pulling himself and them together in distance. The warmth from Jungkook and the blanket embrace Y/N, letting it shimmy its way around them comfortably. As the silence comes in, the two watch the city lights dance in the night. The lit towers in the distance resemble beacons, the smaller buildings look like LEGO blocks. And, with this silence, comes all the memories of this year and the past. A mellow, yet painful tug at the heart is experienced in both friends - the feeling of wanting to hold onto something and never let go.
"Hey, do you remember that time during the photo shoot, when Namjoon fell into the stream?" Jungkook
Y/N chuckles softly, "And then Taehyung fell in trying to help him."
"Oh that's was funny," Jungkook chuckles reminiscing the day.
"I can still see the fish in Namjoons hair," Y/N laughs pointing to their head.
"Oh oh, you remember when - when we went to the little pop up amusement park and Hoseok couldn't get the thing to go up on the hammer game but the -" Y/N begins to tell.
"But the little kid did it no problem," Jungkook finishes
"There's so many memories, in so little time," Y/N sighs.
A/N: continue
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🪐✨🌙I am not Moon🌙✨🪐
FanfictionMoon aka Y/N Miller. A popular music creator, the talk of the music industry for the past two years. The only problem being that no one knows who the person behind the screen is. When asked to produce BTS' upcoming album, the artist is conflicted. ...
