Man in Dreams

Between Two Worlds

As the boys threw themselves into the whirlwind of preparing for their world tour, Maya found solace and a sense of purpose in her dance classes and performances, which were slowly gaining recognition in the local scene. Despite her hectic schedule, Maya always made time for Joe, who had become more than just a friend—he was a confidant, a pillar of support.

One evening, after an especially exhilarating performance, Maya and Joe settled into their favorite café, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with their laughter. The café was a sanctuary, a place where they could unwind and be themselves.

"Your performance tonight was breathtaking, Maya," Joe said, his voice filled with admiration as he sipped his latte. His eyes sparkled with genuine pride.

Maya's smile was warm and heartfelt, her gratitude evident. "Thank you, Joe. Hearing that from you means alot to me."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from dance to cherished memories with the boys. Joe's eyes gleamed with genuine interest as he listened intently.

"I remember the time Jin tried to cook for us," Joe chuckled, recalling a particularly hilarious memory. "He insisted he was a master chef, but we ended up ordering takeout."

Maya laughed, her laughter light and genuine, a sound that filled the room. "Oh, I remember that! We were all convinced we were going to starve that night."

Their easy banter continued late into the evening, each shared memory and joke strengthening the bond between them.

Meanwhile, Yoongi's tour schedule grew increasingly demanding, leaving him exhausted and yearning for moments of connection with Maya. Their nightly video calls had become less frequent, replaced by terse messages and missed calls. The distance between them seemed to be growing, and it weighed heavily on Maya's heart.

One evening, frustration boiled over during a strained phone call.

"Yoongi, we need to talk," Maya began, her voice tinged with frustration and a hint of sadness. "I feel like we're drifting apart."

Yoongi sighed heavily on the other end of the line. "I know, Maya. It's just... everything's been so overwhelming with the tour. I miss you, but I can't seem to find the time."

Maya felt a pang of hurt but pushed on, her voice trembling slightly. "I understand you're busy, but I need to know where we stand. Are we still okay?"

Silence greeted her question, stretching into an uncomfortable pause.

Finally, Yoongi spoke, his voice tense and filled with uncertainty. "I don't know, Maya. It's hard seeing you spend so much time with Joe. It makes me feel... jealous."

Maya's heart sank, realizing the source of Yoongi's distant behavior. "Yoongi, Joe's just a friend. You know how important you are to me."

"I know," Yoongi replied softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I just... I hate feeling like I'm missing out on everything."

Maya took a deep breath, her frustration melting into understanding. "I miss you too, Yoongi. But we can work through this. Let's talk about it when we meet in London, okay?"

There was a pause before Yoongi spoke again, his voice gentler, more hopeful. "Okay. I love you, Maya. We'll figure this out."

"I love you too," Maya replied sincerely, relief flooding through her. "See you soon in London."

Despite their argument, Maya couldn't shake the anticipation building up to their reunion in London. She spent hours meticulously planning their itinerary, imagining the moment she would see Yoongi and the boys again.