Under the Same Sky

5. Lingering Echoes

Yoongi's POV:

Two months had passed since I returned to Korea, and life had quickly shifted back into its usual whirlwind of schedules, rehearsals, and preparations. I was gearing up for my first solo concert since my military discharge, as well as a major performance with the group at the upcoming Korean Awards. My days had been consumed by music, choreography, and meetings, leaving little room for anything else.

But no matter how busy I was, I couldn't seem to shake the memory of her. Ananya. The brown-eyed girl with the gentle smile who had stirred something in me since that flight. I hadn't expected to think about her so often, yet every now and then, she would drift into my thoughts. It was subtle at first—a flash of her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the series we both liked, when we cooked together, our catch ups in the lift. But now, it was becoming harder to ignore.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I sat in the practice room, waiting for the tech crew to finish setting up for rehearsal. The guys had noticed I was quieter than usual, and while I could usually explain it away as post-military adjustment, the truth was, something about that brief encounter with Ananya still lingered.

But it wasn't like I could reach out to her, or that she would even want that. She probably saw me as nothing more than a fleeting memory, a celebrity she met randomly. I should do the same—let the memory fade. Yet here I was, thinking about her again.

Shaking my head, I focused on the task at hand. I had promised the fans a live stream tonight. My first Vlive since coming back. It would be good to reconnect with them. They were always supportive, and I owed them that much for sticking by me through thick and thin.

Later that evening, as the camera clicked on, I felt a familiar rush of excitement. The screen lit up with thousands of comments pouring in, fans welcoming me back, sending hearts, and cheering me on for my upcoming projects. It was a comfort, being with them like this again, even through a screen.

"Hey, everyone," I greeted, my voice calm and steady as I glanced at the live chat. "It's been a while. I missed you all."

Ananya's POV:

It had been two months since those strange, wonderful days with Yoongi. Two months of going back to my usual routine in London, but with an added obsession of scrolling through his Instagram and waiting for his next post. After that day, I had followed his account, as well as Vlive, quietly hoping for any glimpse of him—even though I knew there was no way he'd remember me.

I wasn't one of those over-the-top fans who screamed for attention. In fact, when it came to Yoongi, I tried to keep things... calm. But something about that encounter had shifted something inside me. Every now and then, I found myself replaying parts of our conversation in my head—how relaxed he'd been, how easy it had been to talk to him once we got started.

I smiled at the memory of the promise I had made to myself that day. I'd joked about annoying him with "Yoongi, marry me!" chants if I ever had the chance. Of course, I knew it was just a silly dream, but it was one I clung to when my day got too boring or too stressful.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. My heart jumped when I saw the notification: Min Yoongi has started a live stream on Vlive.

Without hesitation, I clicked into the app and felt a flutter of excitement wash over me. There he was, on my screen, live and talking to his fans like he always did, his calm and soothing voice filling my room.

He looked good. Healthier, happier, like the weight of his military service had been lifted off his shoulders. His hair was styled simply, his face free of the heavy stage makeup, the way he was with me for all those days. It was like seeing a more genuine, relaxed side of him, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

I knew he had no way of knowing I was watching. There were tens of thousands of people in the live chat, all sending him messages faster than anyone could read. But still, it felt like I was a part of something bigger—like a secret club where only I knew the depth of my connection to him, even if he didn't remember.

I scrolled through the comments, laughing softly at how many fans were teasing him, throwing out jokes and playful marriage proposals. Maybe I should too, I thought, remembering my old promise.

I hesitated for a second, then typed out a comment: Yoongi, marry me! ❤️ 사랑해요 🫶

I knew he wouldn't see it, but it was funny to play along with the fans. For a second, it felt like I was back in my kitchen, cooking and sitting beside him, sharing that strange moment of normalcy that still felt surreal.

The comments kept flying by, and I kept watching him, happy to be a silent part of his world for a little while longer. Maybe he had forgotten me. Maybe I was just another face in a crowd of thousands. But for now, I didn't mind. I was still here, still keeping that silly promise to myself, still holding onto a memory that meant more to me than I cared to admit.

Yoongi's POV:

As I scrolled through the comments on the live chat, thousands of voices chimed in with jokes, questions, and the usual flood of "Yoongi, marry me!" requests. I chuckled at the familiarity of it all. The fans were the same, always keeping things light-hearted, always throwing in those marriage proposals as if they didn't know I'd seen them a hundred times before.

But for some reason, one comment caught my eye.

'Yoongi, marry me! ❤️ 사랑해요 🫶'.

It was simple, just like the others, but something about it felt... different. I couldn't explain why, but for a brief second, my thoughts flashed back to her. The one who had promised to annoy me with the same chant.

I shook my head, smiling to myself. It was ridiculous to think it could be her. There were thousands of fans watching, and that comment could've come from anyone. But still, the memory of her warm laugh and the way she had teased me that day stuck with me.

"Alright, alright," I said into the camera, smirking. "You guys are relentless with the marriage proposals, huh?"

The chat exploded with more comments, but I pushed the thought of her aside. I had a performance to prepare for, and too much work ahead to let myself get distracted.

But as the live stream ended, and I sat in the silence of my apartment, I couldn't help but wonder... could it have been her?

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

How is this man this beautiful 🤌🥹

So, this chapter is kinda bonus one. I know I said that I'm leaving the story in an open ended not but I just can't hold myself back from writing another one.

I guess I'll just keep on writing as and when I feel the need to do so 😂

And......
Our hobi is back people 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

And I still haven't saved enough for the BTS concert😭😭😭