5:21 p.m.

Stade de France

Your POV

In and out, inflate deflate. I think, taking deep breaths and walking back and forth. After all this time I still haven't found a successful way to breathe the anxiety away. As I turn my mini corner, the music end and the loud cheers of ARMYs take over in its place. That sounds like a lot of people. I think, stopping my tiny run. The boys skuttle their way backstage, panting and sweating.

"Hurry, you're on soon," Hoseok says.

I look away as Seokjin, Jimin, and Jungkook begin their quick wardrobe change. I should get to my spot. I tell myself, feeling my heartbeat quicken with each step. I place my finger on my ear, feeling the smooth back of the ear-monitor. Ear-monitor/earpiece? Check. My eyes stroll down to my right hand. Microphone? Check. I place my right foot on the spot, then my left. Jungkook and the others make their way over to where I am. Like baby ducks following their mother.

"Here we go," I sigh.

The music starts and I slowly begin to rise with the platform. The cheers of ARMY's sound like roars of excitement now. You got this. I convince myself, getting higher and higher and stopping. I look out and see a gigantic sea of ARMY's and their bombs, creating purple waves. Let's do this. I take a breath and raise the microphone.

"I've spent my whole life following the night time, can't see the stop sign. What you gonna say?" I sing.

I feel uneasy but I continue. ARMY's continue as well, jumping and cheering more. This is not my first time performing, but it is in front of this many people. My legs feel like jell-o, no seaweed. Wobbly and unsteady, needing something or someone to hold them up.

"Focus kiddo, It's just you and the music," I hear a voice tell me.

I look over and see Jungkook rising from under the stage. An itty bitty wave of stability and calmness enters.

"Keep on shining, make it brighter than a spotlight," Jungkook sings.

Step down. I remember, beginning to walk to the steps that are coming out of the platform. You're good. I tell myself, keeping my composer as I sing. I make it onto the flat stage and make my way next to Jungkook. Each step, I start to feel better and confident with myself.

"Sometimes my dreams come true, sometimes they turn blue," I sing, with a bit more power.

"Dream glow, oh," Jungkook and I harmonize.

From the right side of the stage Jimin comes out with a smile. He makes his way to the center, singing and rhythmically walking along.

"A radiant blackout, the dance of shadows," Jimin ends.

Jin, left.

"Inside my heart I feel an undying light," Seokjin sings, blessing us with his vocals.

I look over to the left side of the stage and Seokjin is walking out from the shadows. As Seokjin sings his part, he sends a few finger hearts along his way. Seokjin and Jungkook stand next to each other as their part approaches. Y/N, remember. No. Forgetting. Ever. I watch the two and sway paying close attention, not wanting to repeat my past.

"In the dark dawn, spreading trembling wings," Jimin sings, pulling me towards the front.

I smile, "keep on shining, make it brighter than a spotlight." L

I start swaying side to side, freely, enjoying the moment. It's a beautiful sight, a beautiful sound. I take out my left earpiece and I hear ARMY singing along with us. Happiness fills me up.

"Sometimes I stop and stare, follow my dreams right there," I happily sing.

I look at Jungkook and then into the crowd. I turn back to Jungkook, smiling with him.

"Dream glow, oh," We repeat.

"My dream is to stay," Jimin starts.

The three of us, Seokjin, Jungkook, and I decided to switch it up. We all join in with Jimin. All four of us bounce around in a half circle, probably looking like unprofessionals. All of us, smiling, holding in laughter from how we look. The energy and emotion that I feel right now is lovely. I brush the hair out my face and stand up straight looking into the crowd once more. I stare out into the sea of ARMYs and try to memorize how each person looks.

"You'll glow, oh," I sing.

"You'll glow, oh," Jungkook finishes the song.

"Hey, hey!" The four of us shout.

The music ends, the cheers continue, and we exit the stage. One more look. I quickly turn back and look at the many, many people in the stadium.

"That can be you one day," Jungkook says.

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8:35 p.m.

Spectator's POV

As the seven member group undress and jumps into comfortable clothing, Y/N sneaks out from the room. The sun is almost fully set, the moon has already begun to take its place. Y/N slithers her way through the staff, occasionally waving to them while passing. The once full, packed like sardines stadium, is now empty. Every seat empty, patiently waiting for its next person. The stage swept clean, only the scuffs from shoes remain. With a sigh, Y/N sits down at the edge of the stage, her feet hanging.

"I did it dad," Y/N exhales.

"It may have been with a group and mainly their concert but, I did it," She says, looking up to the sky.

Y/N looks up to see faint, white, stringy clouds swirling by in the darkening sky. A mixture of yellow and blue, along with a splash of purple paint the sky. It's an everyday sight, everyone sees a sunset and sunrise at least once in their lifetime. Yet, this sight still manages to steal Y/Ns breath.

"I think I did a good job today, dad. For once it felt like I was doing something right. Like I belong. It felt nice. I hope you're proud of me," Y/N openly speaks to the sky.

As Y/N sits alone on the empty stage, a boy group searches for their friend.

"Her phone is still here, where could she be?" Taehyung asks.

Y/N's phone sits screen down on the plastic table beside her belongings. Namjoon, Jimin, and the others look around the room, opening closet doors and asking staff to check bathrooms. Yoongi drops his arms to his side, wondering where she could have gone. That's it. Yoongi remembers, Y/N's voice swimming in his ears.

"I'll be back," Yoongi tells his group.

Yoongi leaves the room, leaving his members staring at one another in confusion.

Seokjin sighs, "young love".

Yoongi's POV

"I wish that I can do that again," Y/N says.

"You are, or did you forget the fact that we have ten more concerts," I joke.

"Found you," I sigh.

I stand in the stage wings looking at Y/N, who looks like a beacon of light in her shirt. It's nice to see her in other colors that aren't black and blue. Colorful suits her more than black. I step out from the wings and walk towards her.

"You know, I think you would like him," Y/N says, looking at the sky.

I stop walking and stand still, confused and wondering if I just interrupted something. Her phone is in the room, so she can't be talking to someone.

"He may come off as cold and mean at first but, he's really nice and kind. Funny too. He does the weirdest things and they're so weird and confusing that you can't help but laugh. I've felt and been happier since I met him," Y/N continues.

I furrow my brows. Who is she talking about? I wonder, still standing in the same spot. I know I probably shouldn't be listening but, I don't want to make any noise. Then again, I'm curious about who Y/N could be talking about.

"He's not like the last one, I promise. He is way better. So much better that I didn't think someone like him could exist," Y/N says.

Last one? Better? Who? I ask myself. I am even more curious because I want to know who dared to hurt Y/N. I mean how could anyone hurt someone as precious as her? How could anyone hurt someone as kind and selfless as Y/N? I can hear a form of a sniffle come from Y/N.

"I miss you," She whimpers.

The feeling of multiple needles and knives pricking, stabbing my heart hit my chest. I can't stand to see Y/N sad. My feet move from their place, walking closer to her. I suppose Y/N can hear me because her hands move to her face and she turns to me. A weak smile on her lips.

"Hi, Yoongs," Y/N greets me.

Her voice sounds weak. I notice how soft she spoke, like talking to the most thin piece of glass. I sit down next to Y/N, my feet hanging off the edge with hers.

"Hey, Y/N," I reply.

Y/N doesn't say anything else. She turns her head and looks to the empty seats. I think back to earlier, when Y/N, Jimin, Seokjin, and Jungkook performed Dream Glow. She looked so happy. I nudge Y/N's side, getting her attention.

"Yes?" She asks.

"You did good today," I tell her.

Y/N's expression looks surprised, as if that's something to be shocked about. She blinks multiple times and looks away.

"Thank you," She says.

"You did good too," Y/N adds, facing me again.

"Well, you and the others. You all did great," She quickly explains.

I softly chuckle, finding it cute. Y/N holds her hands, turning the ring on her finger in a circle. The ring I gave her. I smile, feeling happy that she wears it. I look at her, tracing my eyes over every part of her. Y/N's now purple hair that falls against her face, her necklace that she is always wearing. The swoop of her nose, the amount of times she blinks, the shape of her lips.

"What are you staring at?" Y/N questions.

I clear my throat, "N-nothing."

Y/N giggles. How can that sound so wonderful? I wonder, looking at her. A small smile spreads on her face as she looks at me. Y/N cocks her head to the side and then straight back. She reaches towards my neck and touches my chain. For some odd reason, I don't move.

"What is it?" I ask.

Once again, a tiny and quick smile forms on Y/N.

"You're wearing it," Y/N says, taking her hand away.

I look down at the chain around my neck.

"I like it," I reply.

Y/N sighs and looks out into the empty stadium again.

"Good," She says.

Your POV

"It's okay," Yoongi says.

"What I meant, or was trying to say was, when this ends I'm going to miss it. I know it's a bit selfish to want to hold onto this but, I want to. I don't want this to end and then us drift apart. I know you guys will be busy obviously but, I don't want us to end up as strangers and only see each other the rare times we bump into one another," I explain.

I get the strange feeling of déjá vu. I've said these words before and it didn't go as planned.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"What are you sorry for?" Yoongi asks.

I look at him and look away, avoiding his eyes. I look down at my hands instead.

"I probably sounded really annoying saying that," I say.

"No, you didn't. You need to stop apologizing for having feelings," Yoongi tells me.

I nod my head. I try.

"Hey," Yoongi speaks.

I feel and see his hand cover the top of mine. I turn my head and meet his eyes.

"I don't want that either," He says.

"I don't want us to end up as strangers. I don't want our three in the morning ramen runs to end. I don't want our weird dance practice shenanigans to stop. I don't want to stop being with you," Yoongi explains, looking right into my eyes.

"I don't want to stop being with you". That catches me off guard.

"Y/N, this is probably the most cheesy thing I will ever say so listen up," Yoongi says.

I scoot in my place and look at him.

"I'm glad that I met you and not just the black screen SNS lives. I'm glad that we created a new album together, the eight of us. I'm glad that I got to see you in all of your glory. I'm glad," Yoongi tells me.

I can feel my eyes start to water. My vision goes from clear to blurry from the tears. I take my free hand and wipe my eyes before the tears can fall.

"Come here, crybaby," Yoongi chuckles.

Yoongi pulls me into him. One of his arms is around me while the other is the arm with the hand holding mine. I ease in, this seems to be a normal thing for us. The two of us entangled in eachothers arms, one of us hearing the others heartbeat.

"Pinky promise," I say.

"What?" Yoongi asks.

I pull my hand out and hold up my pinky finger.

"Pinky promise that we won't be strangers," I say, looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi looks at me like I'm crazy. Then his face goes soft. Yoongi takes his pinky and wraps it with mine. Our thumbs touch each other, sealing the promise.

"Promise," Yoongi smiles.

A/N: Hello! I hope you liked this chapter. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S.- you did good, get some rest<3