4:39 p.m.

Your POV

I step out of the taxi cab onto the concrete of the street, after paying for the ride. The sun hovers over the house casting a shine onto the building. The sound of the taxi driving off rumbles as I step towards the door. A feeling of nervous butterflies in my stomach flutter around as I walk up the steps. A scenario that something wrong will happen when I walk in plays in my mind like a bad movie or poor CD.

"It's just an old friend Y/N, nothing is going to happen," I tell myself, opening the door.

It still stays unlocked. I think, remembering the times when people have run into the "heaven" escaping from whatever they needed to escape from. Who would have thought that we'd call each other family. The house is oddly quiet, almost too quiet. The mellow melody of a saxophone echoes into my ears. Does she still play? I wonder, following the melody. I walk through the empty living area, past the leather couch with superhero blankets and toys stacked on top of it. I step over the children's plushies, pushing them closer towards the hallway wall to clear the walkway. I don't remember there being this many rooms. I notice the added rooms that were definitely not there when I lived here. The saxophone melody grows louder as I reach the top of the staircase, right in front of the attic. I stand there, in front of the door to the attic, staring. 

"You don't get to suddenly appear out of nowhere with this big glow up. You don't get to show up here gloating about how you're touring with this boy band. You don't get to say "I'm sorry" and expect me to just let you come back. You don't get to do that"

"Why can't you stay?"

Star's words from our previous encounter play again in my head with the image of her pain filled face jumps in front of me. I really am an asshole. I take a breath and quietly open the door, not wanting to disturb the musician. As if I am a ghost, I tip-toe up the wooden stairs - carefully and as quietly as I can. I place my hands on the railing of the stairs, letting my chin rest on top of them and listen to her play. There she is, Star, standing in the middle of the room her eyes are closed as she plays. I was always so fascinated by Star when she would play her saxophone. I don't know why she never continued with it as a full-time job, she's amazing. Even when a sharp and squeaky note pops out from her instrument - Star continues as if it was nothing. I miss hearing you play, so much. An extremely loud boom sound erupts, causing the both of us to jump and Star to stop playing.

"Fucking hell," Star curses.

"Well, hello to you too," I speak, verbally stepping out of the shadows.

"Y/N! You're here? Wh-When did you get here?" Star asks, taking her saxophone off to rest on the couch.

"A little while ago," I tell her.

"Did-did you hear-"

"Hear you play? Yes," I finish her sentence.

"You sounded great. I mean it," I compliment her.

"Thank you," Star replies.

I step onto the same floor as her, facing her. She still has the sweater. I notice the black pull-over hoodie with vibrant paint splatters with celestial patterns embroidered on that Star is wearing. The same one I gave her when we first started dating, the same hoodie that was too big on her and made her resemble Baymax from Big Hero 6. Now, the hoodie seems to fit her perfectly. And she still looks fantastic in it. 

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I ask, bouncing my arms off my legs.

"Oh, I-I wanted to say thank you," Star says.

"For what?" I ask, being caught off guard by her words.

I sit down on the large chair that's more of a second couch than a chair. Star takes a seat across from me on the actual couch next to her instrument.

"For the tickets to the concert the other night. Beatrix actually made something for you," Star tells me, standing up.

Star walks over to the desk on the right side of the room. She comes back over and hands me a box. It's a slightly large box, larger than a normal gift box. The box is wrapped in silver wrapping paper and a purple ribbon tied around it. There is probably a mixture of things inside it. A rattle sound burps from inside the box when I take the box from Star. 

"She wants you to open it when you're with BTS, she said 'it's something special'," Star quotes.

"Okay, tell her I said thank you," I say, holding the silver and purple box on my lap.

Star nods her head, "I will."

A silence walks its way into the attic, leaving Star and I in front of one another waiting for either of us to say something.

"Is there anything else you need to talk about?" I ask.

Star stays quiet, standing still in front of me with her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. I rub my finger against the ribbon that is on the box, feeling the butterflies wake up again. Star bites her lower lip, her chest visibly rises and falls as she takes a deep breath. The look in her eyes changes, I'm not sure what they are trying to say. Funny, since I'm the one who always says something like, "the eyes speak louder than someone's words."

"Star, are you okay?" I ask, staying seated on the chair.

A/N: I'm not sure if this (ahead in the chapter) will be triggering but a slight trigger warning ahead

I see her mouth move but have no clue what she said. Star takes her hands out of the sweater pocket and takes large steps closer to me. Star stands in front of me, leans down and places her hands on both of the armrests of the chair I'm sitting on. Her face is right in front of mine, staring into my eyes. The distance between us is too close for comfort. I already have a bad feeling about where this is going to go. 

"Star-" I start. 

"Don't speak," She cuts me off, an intense expression on her face.

Star moves her face closer to mine and with each centimeter she moves, her breath feels hotter on my skin. I can feel her lips brush against mine, the subtle taste of corner store whiskey on her lips.

"Star, no," I tell her firmly. 

I move myself back onto the chair, trying to get far from her. Star keeps getting closer.

"Star, I - I have a boyfriend," I try to defend myself.

Star smirks, "That's never stopped us before," she says.

I swallow the saliva in my mouth and breathe heavily. If we go back in time, I would have no objection to where I think this is going to lead. Ask me now, I don't want to go to wherever this is going to lead. I feel like I'm going to throw up. 

"Star, stop it," I say, placing my hand on her chest to hold her back from me. 

My action does not help because she still pushes herself forward with force. 

"Come on, I know you prefer a chica over machismo," Star says, slurring her words together.  

"Star Rofiell, stop it!" I shout.

Star stops, the smirk leaves her lips, and she blinks multiple times. I push her away with force and stand up on my feet. I sigh, looking away from her. She's drunk. I conclude, the only explanation that gives me the slightest relief. 

"Listen, I came here because you wanted to talk and I wanted to apologize," I state.

"I was an asshole to you, beyond an asshole to you. And I'm sorry for that, I am, if I could I wouldn't have left the way I did but, I can't change it," I explain.

Star nods her head, "Fine."

"I wanted us to start over. I wanted us to be together again but, I see that you have moved on," She says, anger evident in her words.

Suddenly I feel like an asshole again. But what do I have to feel like that for? For moving on? I think to myself as I bite my lip and wander my eyes around the room. I look back towards Star. 

"Star, I love you, to this day I still do. I would go to hell and back for you but, I can't devote and give myself to you in that sense, in that manner. Because, I don't love you like that anymore," I tell her.

"We had our time, but that's gone. We have to move on from each other - you have to move on," I state, gripping the box from Beatrix tighter.

I feel so stupid saying this garbage coming out of my mouth but, it's true. Star places her hands back in the pockets of the hoodie and sighs.

"Alright, I understand," Star says.

"You found someone and you're happy. I wish you the best Y/N, I do," she adds.

I know she doesn't want to say those words, it's clear in the way she said them. It's what we have to do though.

"Thank you," I say.

"Star, time will come and you'll find your Cinderella and you'll love her more than ever. Love her in a way you never knew existed, trust me on that," I tell her, trying to alleviate the tension.

Star chuckles, "I'll take your word for it."

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7:31 p.m.

Yoongi's POV

Y/N

Y/N: I'm walking down the street now

Y/N: wait a few more minutes

Me: hurry up you butt

Y/N: rude

Me: better hurry then

Y/N: Almost back

"Do you think Y/N will show us around? Like, show us where they went to school and all that," Namjoon wonders outloud.

Since we've arrived in New York, Y/N's home city, they haven't really talked too much about their life from when they lived here. An occasional story about how Y/N and their friends would spray paint old buildings and run from the law, things like that. Or one of their favorite bodega's and or the "best" place for cannoli's, but other than that - nothing. From what they have told me about their life, not everything was like that. The bits and pieces of stories about what they have been through, it's completely understandable as to why they don't speak much about it.

"Maybe - maybe, someday I can tell you the full story. Just not today," Y/N says.

"I have all the time in the world for you," I tell them.

"It would be cool to see their neighborhood and the school they went to. Or something like that. Maybe we can ask them when they get back," Jungkook suggests, a hopeful smile on his face.

"What do you think Yoongi hyung, you think Y/N would show us around?" Jungkook asks.

"Maybe," I reply, not confident on if Y/N would.

The squeak of the hotel door opening catches my attention. I turn my head towards the door to see Y/N walking in. I notice the large gift box that is in their hands; purple ribbon and silver wrapping paper. The way the poor lighting hits the wrapping paper makes it look like there are stars on the box. Also kind of reminds me of a full moon, I think to myself. 

"I'm back," Y/N says, closing the door behind them and kicking off their shoes.

"Hi Y/N!" Hoseok greets Y/N, cheerfully.

"What's in the box?" Taehyung asks, curious of it's contents.

Y/N looks at the box in their hands and smiles. I watch Y/N and can't shake the feeling that something happened with them while they were out. 

"I'm not sure but, it's a present for all of us," they say.

Y/N walks over to the bed that I am sitting on and scoots themselves under the blankets next to me.

"This is a gift from an ARMY. Her name is Beatrix and she's a little girl who lives in the same house I grew up in. She wanted me to open this with all of you in the room," Y/N tells us.

Are Y/N and Beatrix related? I wonder to myself as I follow Y/N's actions. They place the box on top of the blankets, allowing it to fall in the mini hole that is between Y/N and I.

"Who would like to do the honors of opening it?" Y/N asks.

"Can I open it?" Jimin asks.

"Go for it, here," Y/N smiles, handing Jimin the box.

Jimin smiles as Y/N hands him the box filled with unknown gifts. I watch as he carefully pulls the ribbon off the paper, leaving it to fall on his lap. I feel a nudge in my side.

"Can you come to the bathroom with me, please," Y/N whispers into my ear.

I nod my head 'yes'. Y/N gets out of the bed and walks to the bathroom, I follow behind them. I enter the bathroom behind them and close the door behind me. Y/N stands in the middle of the bathroom, looking nervous. I can tell that they're upset and or anxious about something by the way they're rocking themselves side to side as they stand. 

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned for them.

"Can - can I have a hug?" Y/N asks, their voice quiet like a squeak from a mouse.

What happened? I wonder, feeling a sting in my chest. They're so quiet.

"You know you don't have to ask," I tell them.

I walk to Y/N and open my arms and pull them into a hug. I can hear a shaky breath escape their lungs as they sink into my arms. I can feel the fabric on the back of my shirt tighten from Y/N gripping onto it.

"It's okay, Y/N, you're okay," I reassure them, rubbing their back gently with my hand.

We slowly make our way to the floor of the bathroom, the cold tiles meeting our bottoms. The muffled conversation outside the door can be heard. I cradle Y/N in my arms, moving one of my hands up to stroke their hair and hum the melody to one of her favorite songs.

"I can't wait to go back home," Y/N mumbles in my chest.

Home? That word catches me off guard. It's the type of word that gets thrown around so carelessly, like basketball. It bounces from one mouth to the other, it becomes a person, then a place, and then it's gone.

"We can always get an earlier flight," I say.

"No, the boys want to explore this city more before this week ends. I know you do too," Y/N says with a sniffle.

"I do but, I would rather you be comfortable than me comfortable and you uncomfortable," I explain.

"I can survive another six days," they sigh, lifting their head from my chest.

"Are you sure?" I question.

I slide my hand off of Y/N's head and take their hand. I quietly chuckle at the size difference between our hands. It's not a big difference at all, more so similar but, their hand does look tinier compared to mine. It's like a scene from one of those cliché highschool romance movies.

"I'm sure I can survive one hundred and forty-four hours," Y/N tells me, cracking a small and forced smile. 

I crinkle my eyebrows attempting to figure out if one hundred and forty-four hours is actually the amount of hours in six days.

"Yoongs, are you doubting my math?" Y/N questions, giving a stern expression.

"No, just double checking that you did your math right," I say.

Y/N rolls their eyes, "How dare you double check my math you fart," they joke.

"Oh so we're going to play that game are we now?" I ask, moving my head dramatically.

"No, the game we are going to play is 'who can get out of the bathroom first', I'll start," Y/N says, jumping up.

"Oh, no, no, come here," I say, pulling them back into me.

I hug my arms around Y/N's waist, keeping them close to me. In a way, I'm a kola and they are the tree - I'm not letting go.

"Yoongs, let me go," Y/N chuckles before sniffling again.

"I don't want to," I whine.

I ever tell you how much I love it when you call my name? Or how much I love it more when you call me 'Yoongs'?

"Don't make me tickle you," they threaten. 

"Jokes on you, I'm not ticklish," I speak into their ear.

"Oh, I'm sure that's a fat lie," Y/N scoffs.

There is a knock on the bathroom door.

"You two coming out anytime soon?" Seokjin asks from behind the door.

"One sec!" Y/N and I both say.

"I'm not letting go," I tell Y/N.

Y/N sighs, "I didn't want to have to do this but, you leave me no choice."

What are they going to do? I wonder, raising my eyebrow. Y/N cranks their neck to face me as much as possible and places a kiss, almost on my lips. Their lips kiss my lower cheek, leaving an invisible mark of chapstick at the end of my lips.

"Told ya I would make you let me go," I hear Y/N say.

I look in front of me to see that they are no longer in my arms, they are on the other side of the bathroom door. Y/N stands in the mini hallway from the bathroom to the hotel room, a cheeky smile on their face. I am baffled, this little trickster.

"I'm going to get you, you better run," I joke, taking a step.

A squeak escapes Y/N's mouth and they scutter off into the hotel room, most likely running to hide behind Hoseok.

"Help! Hide me from Yoongi!" I hear Y/N holler from the room.

A/N: Hello! I hope you liked this chapter, leave a vote if you would like. I wish you a good night or day, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S.- you did wonderful today, get some rest, eat some food, and drink water<3