Under the Same Sky

2. Serendipitous Reunion

Ananya's POV:

The thrill of the flight had barely settled before she found herself on a video call with her best friend, Emily. Ananya recounted every detail of her unexpected encounter with Yoongi, her excitement barely contained.

"You met him! Like, actually met him?" Emily's voice was a mix of disbelief and awe.

"Yes, Em! It was surreal," Ananya said, her smile evident even through the screen. "But I didn't get a photo or anything. I mean, I didn't want to intrude on his privacy. It just felt... right to leave it as it was."

"Wow, that's so mature of you," Emily teased. "But come on, you should have at least asked for an autograph or something. Think of the bragging rights!"

Ananya laughed. "Yeah, I thought about it. But honestly, it was nice just having that moment. I'll cherish it even without a photo. Plus, I don't even know if I can afford his concert tickets if he ever performs here."

Emily's face softened. "Well, you never know. Maybe one day you'll get another chance. And hey, even if you don't, you've got this great story."

"I guess so," Ananya replied, sighing contentedly. "I just didn't expect that to be the last time I'd see him."

Little did she know, fate had other plans.

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It was an ordinary evening, the kind where she liked to unwind by strolling through the small garden near her apartment. The serenity of the place offered a perfect escape from the usual hustle and bustle.

As she rounded a corner, she saw a familiar figure walking towards her—Yoongi, of all people. She blinked, rubbing her eyes, convinced that she was seeing things. But no, it was definitely him, strolling casually, with his signature cap and mask barely concealing his features.

Her heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here, of all places?

Yoongi's POV:

Yoongi was enjoying his evening walk, finding solace in the quiet garden near his temporary apartment. The serene surroundings were a welcome change from the chaos of his recent travels. As he walked, he saw a familiar face approaching. It took him a moment to recognize her—the same woman from the flight.

Ananya's POV:

Yoongi stopped a few feet away from her, his expression a mix of surprise and relief. He took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey, it's you. Fancy seeing you here."

Ananya's jaw nearly hit the ground. "What are you doing here?" she managed, trying to keep her voice steady.

Yoongi chuckled, pulling down his mask slightly. "Just taking a walk. I didn't expect to run into anyone I know."

Ananya's mind raced. "Wait, you live here?"

"Yeah," Yoongi said, nodding. "I've rented a place in that apartment building over there for a while." He continued while pointing behind you.

Her eyes widened. "No way! That's where I live!"

He grinned. "Small world, huh?"

They fell into an easy conversation, and Ananya soon learned that Yoongi had come to London not just for his career but to find some peace and anonymity before diving back into his music. It was clear that the quiet of the garden was a precious respite for him.

As they walked together, Ananya found herself opening up about her initial fascination with Yoongi's music. "I actually became a fan because of that one rap from one of your solo albums. I didn't even know it was you at first."