Love hits hard.

5 Check that.

The first two stages are amazing, sure there are tweak's to make to the staging as always, usually the team would sit round over breakfast, look back at the footage and decide what needs to change, if they need to go over any choreography and if the staging crew need more time for things. But you're on your own. The guys are all back home. As you look over the footage, it hits you, really hits, you. You are doing this by yourself. You enjoy it, but you miss your brothers being with you. Criticising the way you spoke to the fans, not that you were cruel or unkind, just that you didn't feel like you were relaxed enough, you make a mental note to be more open with them. When you left the arena last night, you were driven back to the hotel, where you had a shower and then dinner with your team, The back stage staff and managers. Unfortunately, the set crew was busy, and the stage had to be dismantled and moved to the next location in Newark. They do this after the last show. This means they can have a day off between locations. You make another note, to spend time with them as they are just as important as you.

You spend a day in New York, seeing some familiar sights, and some new ones. You remember to buy your snow globe. It's a silly thing you guys started when you began travelling and performing in different places. You find a small globe with the venue in it. "yes, this will do, I hope they have one in each city." The weather is typical for the time of year, prone to showers, but it has a promise of something in the air. It's less than a two hour drive to the next city, and you do this with just the manager and a small team. The other staff are enjoying the hotel and the city and will leave later that day. When you arrive at the next hotel, you realise that this suite is bigger and it has a guest room attached. Good, because you don't wanna share with Jimin. He's flown over to support you and complete some schedules of his own. You won't see him until the next performance. You have a day to yourself, following your doctors advice, "do the exercises daily, its now a way of life" since having surgery on your shoulder, you have never missed the 30 mins of exercises.

The hotel boasts a few different amenities, there's a small golf course, some nice grounds, and the fitness suit has rave reviews. Ok, so you're not going to be doing a full workout, but you will run on the treadmill and then go for a swim. Yeah, right, the only water you're going in is the jacuzzi The place is almost empty. It doesn't bother you, but it would be nice not to be so isolated. The spa staff are polite but don't really engage in small talk. There are a few swimmers that you can see from the elevated fitness rooms. Maybe they will still be there when I go down. They are a tall, broad shouldered man and a slimmer but toned man. The thought occurs to you that they look like solders, its the hair. They greet you, not knowing who you are. They say hello, and although you can speak English, you feel like they are staring at you. In your best voice, "hello," you say back.

Putting your towel onto the chair, you head over to the shower. They keep you in their peripherals, but don't say anything else. Once you have settled into the jacuzzi, your eyes closing, it feels nice. The guys come over, "Would it be weird if we join you?" You know what they said but don't know what they mean by "weird" you tell them to come in, "its big enough, " you say. The slim man laughs, "That's what she said," under his breath. You don't know for the second time what they mean, but just smile. They get to chatting, and your English speaking skills are holding up. Your new friends are indeed part of the armed forces, they live nearby and the hotel has a good relationship with the base, a lot of the personnel use it. When you tell them you are a rapper, they don't believe you. And when you have convicted them enough, they think you are some underground rapper, which still to make it big. Even though you tell them you are in town for a tour, they are still a bit dubious. You talk about sports and the weather and it's actually a nice hour or so. You don't feel like your social batter is depleted, and you ask for their names. When you head back to your suite, you send some passes for them to see your show.

Laying back on the sofa, laptop open, you have a look at the news, after three minutes you decide that the inside of your eyes is more interesting, so you cover yourself with the soft sofa blanket and have a cat nap.

That horrible, rude alarm goes off again, and you almost through the handset off the wall. The dream you were in was so real. There were no faces, only feelings. sitting in a café, comfort, and ease. The flowers all around and the warmth she gave you. Man, alive, you feel like you miss her already. 'Fuck sake, Yoongi, get a grip'. Your phone screams again completely shattering all remnants of the female. Its not an alarm, its a call.

"hey hey hey, its Agust D. Hyung, I've seen some clips, you are amazing." its Jimin, "I'm gonna be at the hotel tonight, can we hang out?" Your happy to hear from him, "yeah sure, i will see you when you get here"

Laying back down, you are surprised the feel something heavy on your leg. 'When did you do that', you say out loud, Junior has grown and now lays along your thigh. 'we didn't even meet her, she is just a dream girl, stop looking so sad.' laughing at yourself, you close your eyes, did she have long hair? was she tall? there are no indicators to her identity and you huff at your imagination.