Euphoria

26: Will you stay by my side?

You aren't going to sleep, are you now?

But I'm liking this feeling
How we are going back and forth with these messages...

But you need to sleep.
Today was a tiring day, and tomorrow is going to be another.

I can fight the urge of sleeping.

Maya tapped her fingers, smiling ear to ear. Should she? But her voice... Isn't the best. What if he hates it? He wouldn't possibly hate it, would he. Nah he won't. He loves her too much, with and without her flaws.

Jungkook heard his phone beep. He immediately flipped over. Moving his eyes from the ceiling to the screen.

•MySunshine has sent a voice message•

Butterfly
00:01 ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻ 3:59

Her voice had healing properties. The ache in his joints, mind and heart slowly draining out.

Amugeotdo saenggakhaji ma
Neon amu maldo kkeonaejido ma
Geunyang naege useojwo

It was there song, but he never expected her to know. She wasn't a fan to begin with. She just heard of him from the dreams.

Nan ajikdo mitgijiga anha
I modeun ge da kkumin geot gata
Sarajiryeo hajima

He hugged his pillow, closing his eyes, feeling his heartbeat sync with her voice. He wasn't alone. He had been seeing these dreans since a young age, and now has trained himself to get an upper hand.

Is it true? Is it true?
You you
Neomu areumdawo duryeowo
Untrue untrue
You you you

All his Hyungs go through the same. They end up making music that their heart, mind and dreams approve. But no one appreciates the things here, that are appreciated there. And vice versa.

Gyeote meomulleojullae
Naege yaksokhaejullae
Son daemyeon naragalkka buseojilkka
Geobna geobna geobna

Maya. Maya was his only warmth in between the two worlds. He loved her. He loved her more than anything. He has known her since forever. He has loved her since forever.

Siganeul meomchullae
I sungani jinamyeon
Eobseotdeon iri doelkka neol irheulkka
Geobna geobna geobna

He had spoken to her a thousand times. And everything he said in his dreams, were just him talking. It was like another reality. He loved Maya since the very beginning and was waiting to just meet her. Something inside him told him that she waited for the same thing.

Butterfly, like a butterfly
Machi butterfly, bu butterfly cheoreom
Butterfly, like a butterfly
Machi butterfly, bu butterfly cheoreom

He was scared of losing her. She was fragile like a butterfly. What if she flies away one day? What if her wings snap? He can't think of losing her. He would barely survive. He can't think of not seeing her. But again he sees her in everything.

Neon machi butterfly
Meolliseo humchyeobwa son daheumyeon neol irheulkka
I chilheuk gateun eodum sok nal barkhineun nabihyogwa
Ni jageun sonjit han beone hyeonsireul ijeo nan

He sees her in works of art. He feels her in every song. He finds her the smallest of comforts. In a well baked, rich chocolate cake. In an Americano. In a smile. In a book. In the softest of scents. In the warm morning bed. In the cold nights. She is his everything.

With her voice playing on loop, he slowly drifted to sleep. Her voice and breath giving him a false assurance that she was near her. Her arms around her, placing butterfly kisses on his neck, ear and cheeks. But it was all an illusion, just like her name.
"Wish you were here, Angel."
He mumbled. Slowly, starting to see her. At the other end of the spectrum. A song playing softly. The colours turning into a kaleidoscope. A small pinch at the back of his skin.

"Love, are you busy?"
Jungkook, eyes on his computer, he pulled Maya in his lap and tucked her hair behind her ears.
"No, Angel. Not at all."
Maya messed his hair a bit, shuffling in his lap, wearing his oversized white shirt.
"You have an award show coming up soon, don't you?"
"Yeah I do, my sunshine."
Jungkook purred, nuzzling his long nose on the crook of her neck. His hands wrapped around her waist, he pulled her down on his lap.
Maya, insecure about her weight, thought she would be too heavy for Jungkook. She was almost standing.
"I love you."
Maya smiled, playing with the collar of his shirt,
"Would you be in trouble for this visiting me then?"
"Why would I be in trouble for love?"
"Because your fans love you a lot. What would happen if you miss practice? And what about stress? Or bloating? People would pick on you..."
"I don't care as long as you're with me. I'm the Hwanggeum Maknae. And you are my life. I love my fans, but not enough that they can be the boss of my life. Don't worry, your boyfriend wouldn't get into any trouble. Armys love us however we are. No matter if we look silly or dashing. They always love us. They respect us. They are our strength. Armys will always love us for us."
Maya saw how his eyes glowed up when talking about Armys. She wanted to personally thank every one of them. They were the reason for Jungkook's happiness. They supportered Jungkook. She wanted to thank every single one of them.
"Sunshine, after this award sgow fiasco. Lemme take you to Busan. My family would love you."
Maya's eyes widened. Was he serious? She knew they were something serious but what if his parents don't like her?
"Guk, what if your family doesn't like me?"
"I will still love you."
His doe eyes glowing. Maya cupped his face in her warm palms. Placing butterfly kisses on his eyelids. She softly whispered,
"Your doe eyes..."
"What about them?"
"I see myself in them. I see love in them. I see passion in them. Most importantly I see you in them. My Doe..."
Maya paused, giggling instantly. Jungkook found it cute how she switched. Her aura was changing colours. It was blooming red a second ago. And now it was the softest spectrum of colours. The colours of a cotton candy. Jungkook rubbed her cheeks with his thumb. She, flustered a bit, softly said,
"Would you mind if i rename your contact to Kookie Doe..."

The colours of the kaleidoscope, going round and round. Distorted voices playing in the background. Good things do end easily.

Maya quickly sat up. A smile plastered on her plump lips. Her long fingers quickly pulled out her phone and she smiled, finding the desired person on the top of her list. What is life if you don't make enough puns about your loved one?