𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞? || 𝐉𝐉𝐤 × 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 36 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

With the city lights twinkling like stars below and the full moon casting its gentle glow over everything, the night seems almost magical. The falling snow creates a peaceful, mesmerizing dance, as if nature itself is putting on a show. Jungkook stands at the window, the cool night air brushing against his bare chest as he gazes out at the falling snow. The room is dimly lit, the only sound being the gentle hum of the heater.
As he's about to turn off the light and lay down on his bed, he hears faint music coming from somewhere nearby. He sits up, listening intently, trying to determine where the music is coming from. The melody seems familiar, almost hauntingly so...

As he continues listening, his breath catches in his throat. The melody is getting clearer, the rhythm more familiar - almost like he's heard it somewhere before... but he can't quite place it. A strange warmth spreads through his chest as the music plays, accompanying a familiar sensation...

He gets out of bed, drawn by the music like a moth to a flame. He follows the sound to the big hall, finding the door locked. He presses his ear against the wood, realizing that someone is indeed practicing dance inside.

He returns to his room, his mind reeling. The music, and the sound of the foot steps, they seemed so familiar, like they were stirring long-buried memories within him. He shakes his head, trying to shake off the feeling.

"What's going on?" He mutters to himself "Why does that music feel like..." He sits on his bed, his fingers unconsciously moving as if dancing to the music that's still faintly echoing in his mind "Who's dancing out there? And why does it trigger these..."
Suddenly, a vivid image flashes through his mind - himself dancing on a stage with a girl, the spotlight shining brightly on them. But as he tries to focus on her face, it remains blurry, like a forgotten dream. He rubs his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "What the hell..."

He lies back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The image of the dance performance keeps replaying in his mind, along with the feeling of joy and accomplishment that came with it. He feels a strange sense of longing, like he's missing something important. "Why can't I remember her face?"
Giving up on sleeping, he gets out of bed, throws on his winter jacket, and goes out to the balcony. He looks up at the moon, the cold night air helping to clear his mind. "What is it that I'm forgetting?" He shivers slightly in the cold, pulling his jacket tighter
"I remember the stage... the lights... the way my feet moved... but who was she? Why can't I see her face?" A gentle breeze rustles his hair as he continues "Something tells me... I used to be happy."
The cold night air hits Y/n as she steps out onto the balcony, her white half-frock billowing softly in the breeze. She approaches Jungkook silently, her bare feet barely making a sound on the tiles. Jungkook stands with his back to her, gazing at the full moon.
She stands silently beside Jungkook, gazing at the full moon. The cold night air gently whips her hair as the two share a moment of peaceful silence, both lost in their own thoughts under the moonlight.
As he stands there, lost in thought, he becomes aware of a presence beside him. He doesn't say anything, not wanting to break the silence. Instead, he simply looks at her, taking in the side angle of her face, the soft curve of her cheek, the gentle slope of her nose. His gaze fixes on how her hair dances in the wind, some strands gently caressing her cheek. The moonlight catches in her hair, making it shimmer slightly. He feels a strange sensation in his chest, a mixture of familiarity and longing.

"Want some hot coffee?" She asks softly, her eyes fixed on the moon, her voice barely above a whisper, not turning her face to look at Jungkook. The cold night air makes the thought of warm coffee appealing. She waits for his response, still staring at the moon.

"Yes "
He responds quietly, still admiring her profile. Her voice... it's so familiar, yet he can't place where he's heard it before. He turns to look at her, hoping to see her face clearly, but she's still looking at the moon, her side face to him.
Y/n remains focused on the moon, a small smile playing at her lips as she notices him attempting to see her face. She takes a deep breath of the cool night air before turning to him slowly, maintaining her serene expression.
"I'll get it ready,"