Lost Stars

Chapter Six

Author's Note:
This is the final chapter to Lost Stars and i just wanted to say thank you to everybody who read and went through this journey with me. It's been a beautiful and emotional ride for all of us with this fanfiction and I hope you all find the ending to be satisfying. To be honest, this wasn't the first ending I had in mind and was a last minute thing but well, change is the only thing constant in this world, right? keke~ Have fun reading and thank you once again.

2 weeks later - October

California, USA

You sighed in amusement as you watched your band mates fooling around in the studio. Your guitarist, Jackson was currently being bullied by Kenny, your drummer, teasing him about chickening out in asking out the girl he liked.

"Come on man!" Jackson whined. "I totally panicked, alright?!"

Kenny ruffled his hair then gave you a face, which made you chuckle. "That's what you said last month!"

You shook your head as you went back to your notebook, writing the current song you were working on. Since returning back from Korea, you had been writing nonstop; in the car, in your room, over dinner, and even in the middle of the night. You were so inspired that you had written about five songs within the week.

"Yo, Y/N." Kenny called, interrupting your silence. "We're taking a break for dinner. Coming?"

You waved a hand at him, "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."

"Okay." He said and everyone moved out of the room, leaving you in quietness. Once everyone was out, you sighed and ran a hand over your face. You looked at the piano at the corner of the room and a sudden though hit you.

It's been two weeks.

Two weeks since you cleared everything with Jungkook.

Two weeks since you ended your relationship with him, had some proper closure which you knew was the one thing that has kept you up at night for the past five years.

Looking away, you grabbed your clear book from underneath the desk, in search for a scratch paper you can use. As you flipped it open, you found yourself staring at a page with a familiar handwriting.

The handwriting was evidently not yours.

Tracing your fingers along the phrase written in charcoal, you sighed as you read:

Tryin' to light up the dark.

You realized that you haven't finished this song and that all these weeks it's been kept hidden from view. It was the same song you had been writing back in Korea; the same song Jungkook had helped you with.

Sitting at the audio console booth, you looked at your phone, debating whether to call him. Your hands reach out and you unlocked it, opening your phone book and scrolling through your contacts until his name appeared. Your thumb hovered over the call button but just like always, your head gets the best of you and you immediately close your phone and place it on the table far away from reach. Instead, you reached for your guitar and turned your notebook back to the page where you were currently writing a song. Taking a deep breath, you positioned your pic against the strings and strummed the first chord, your voice following afterwards.

I bet this time of night you're still up
I bet you're tired from a long hard week
I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window
Looking out at the city and I bet
Sometimes you wonder about me

Seeing your phone on the table you felt the words flow from your mouth as easily as you were speaking a rhyme you have known so well.


And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me, not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do.


A sudden thought came to you and you reached out for your phone again, opening the voice memo app. Pressing the red button, you recorded the next stanza, which you had written the first night Jungkook texted you. The night your writer's block came to an end.

I bet, you think I either moved on or hate you
Cause each time you reach out there's no reply
I bet, it never ever occurred to you
That I can't say hello to you
And risk another goodbye