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I wake up to birds singing and the warmth of the sun kissing my skin. When I don't feel Namjoon beside me I start to panic, but when I open my eyes, it doesn't take me long to find him. He sits beside me still, his knees hugged to his chest. The soft breeze blows a few strands of his bright blonde hair around.
I sit up and lean my head against his shoulder. He turns his head slightly to face me and smiles, warming me up better than the sun.
"Good morning," he whispers softly. I hum in response and press a quick kiss to his cheek.
I notice a leather journal and a pen in his hand. "What're you doing?"
He quickly closes the book. "Nothing important," he simply replies, clearly not wanting me to have a real answer to my question. I frown at him, causing Namjoon to sigh. "I was writing a song about you." He doesn't meet my eyes. For some reason he seems embarrassed to admit that to me, but I think it's extremely sweet.
I gasp. "Can I see?"
"No," he quickly, and rather bluntly tells me. He notices the hurt look on my face, so he quickly adds, "it's not finished yet. I'll show you then, okay?" I smile and nod my head, satisfied that one day I'll get to see it. Even though I have no idea what he wrote, just the fact that he felt inspired to write something about me is enough to have me floating in the clouds.
"I've already talked to the others. I was thinking we could do something fun today," Namjoon suggests, "I think all of us could use a change of pace."
I nod my head and smile, agreeing with his statement. During this whole ordeal, it's been hard to take time to ourselves. I almost feel guilty if I'm not spending every day to get closer to breaking out of this place. We're only kids though, kids that have seen and been through too much. Just as much as I need to keep the limitations of my friends in mind, I need to remember mine too, and there's no doubt in my mind that I've surpassed what my mind and body is able to handle. If I'm going to get out of this place, I can't push myself, no matter how badly I want to get back to the real world.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind pushes past us, causing loose strings of my moonlight silver hair to fly in front of my vision. Six bright blue streaks of light swirl magically in the air as bodies start to materialize.
"Noona, why did you leave?" Jimin questions, the skin between his forehead creased in concern.
I smile and chuckle lightly at Jimin's sweetness. "I just wanted to get some fresh virtual air for a while." Jimin seems to think my comment about the air was funny since his nose scrunches up cutely.
"We came to see if you two would like to join us," Hoseok beamed, "apparently there's a festival going on in the main city of Elysium to celebrate the day Yugen started as a gaming company."
