||«°°𝑺𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒍 °°»|| Jinkook Ft. Vmin

𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶

The set lights dimmed as the final "Cut!" echoed through the studio. The members of BTS let out a collective sigh, a mixture of exhaustion and relief palpable in the air. The shooting for the latest episode of *Run BTS* had finally wrapped up, and the energy that had sustained them through the laughter and challenges now waned, leaving them eager to unwind.

"Ah, I can't wait to get home and just collapse on my bed," Jimin groaned, stretching his arms above his head as if to physically shake off the weariness. He felt a stare on the back of his head and he knew it was his boyfriend— Taehyung must be wanting to head back too.

"Same," Yoongi chimed in, his eyes half-lidded with fatigue, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "But first, let's grab something to eat. I could use some energy before I completely crash." He quickly added as he saw his fiancee pouting slightly, clearly energetic enough to roam around till the dawn.

The others nodded in agreement, their conversations quickly shifting to discussions about where to eat and what to do afterward. Jin, ever the eldest and caretaker (as the staffs jokingly call him), suggested they stop by a nearby mall to pick up some snacks and maybe even catch a late-night movie if they were up for it.

As the members bantered back and forth, teasing each other and making plans, Jungkook remained uncharacteristically quiet. He smiled when required, hummed in agreement, and nodded along with the conversation, but his thoughts were elsewhere. There was a heaviness in his chest that he couldn't shake, an odd sense of detachment from the lively chatter around him.

Taehyung noticed Jungkook's silence and nudged him playfully. "Kookie, what's up? You're so quiet tonight. Did we finally tire out the Golden Maknae?" His tone was light, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

Jungkook forced a small smile, shaking his head. "Just tired, hyung. I think I'll walk around the mall for a bit, clear my head."

"Want us to come with you?" Namjoon offered, his leader instincts kicking in, but Jungkook waved them off.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just wander for a while. I'll catch up with you guys later."

The others exchanged glances but didn’t press further, understanding that sometimes, even within the closest bonds, solitude was necessary.

As they entered the mall, the bright lights and bustling crowds seemed to magnify Jungkook's sense of isolation. The familiar faces of his members faded into the background as he slowly distanced himself, his footsteps carrying him aimlessly through the maze of shops and cafes. He had no destination in mind, just the need to escape the noise, both external and internal.

He found himself wandering into the stationery section of a small, quiet store. The air was tinged with the scent of new paper and ink, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy outside. Jungkook's gaze drifted over the neatly arranged shelves, his fingers brushing against the smooth covers of notebooks and sketchpads.

There was a strange comfort in the silence of the store, but it was soon broken by the soft rustling of the staff. They recognized him, of course, and though they tried to be discreet, he could feel their curious gazes on him. Feeling a bit self-conscious, he pretended to browse, picking up random notebooks and flipping through their pages without really seeing them.

But then, something caught his eye—a small diary tucked away on a lower shelf. It had a deep navy-blue cover adorned with a delicate silver moon, surrounded by tiny stars that shimmered under the soft lights. It was simple yet beautiful, a quiet elegance that spoke to him in a way he hadn’t expected.

His heart tightened as he reached for it, the memory of someone who had once been very close to him surfacing without warning. The moon had always been their thing, a symbol of quiet conversations shared under the night sky, of dreams whispered in the dark when the world was asleep. Holding the diary in his hands, Jungkook felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him, mingled with a deep, aching regret.