real life

SENA would like to think she's a pretty good vlogger! She has no sense of personal space or privacy, so it works out in her favor whenever she whips out her phone and shoves it in Sol's face, making her act cool, cute, or sexy - when, in fact. Sol is none of those. So yeah, Sena's a pretty good vlogger. Taehyung and Sol say different, but why would Sena ever listen to them? They're dumb and pathetic. (Much like her, but no one dares to be honest with Sena on that matter).

"Guys, come here," Sena demands, dragging Jimin and Taehyung over to where her camera was set up, recording any movements made within range. "Act cute for my vlog, I need to gain views." Raising up both of her hands, she squishes Jimin's and Taehyung's cheeks together.

"Cute!" She gushes.

Jimin pushes Sena away and runs back over to his position beside Hobi as they slowly go through their movements for On - the song they will be performing on Jimmy Fallon. Sena's left alone with Taeyhung, who gazes up at the pretty girl. He wraps his arms around Sena's waist and lifts her up, spinning away with Sena firmly locked in his arms. Sena can't help but squeal like a little girl being pushed on a swing.

Finally, Sena is back down on earth, but her heart is in some otherworldly place. Her eyes stretch across Taehyung's face, drinking in his happy face; how alight his eyes are, how wide his smile is, how bright his energy is. Her heart jumps, flips, kicks, spins, over and over. Leaning in, Sena grips Taehyung's face with both her hand and presses her forehead against his, closing her eyes. Sena doesn't know what she's doing, but with Taehyung still embracing her, Sena wants to live in this moment forever. The warmth from his palms, their close bodies.

"Sena?" It's Taehyung. He whispers her name like she's not real.

"Tae," Sena responds, her voice like a breath of fresh air.

Pulling her face away, Sena brushes Taehyung's hair away and kisses his forehead, before burying her face into his neck, soaking up their moment of peace and serenity as a storm brews within each body. The longing they had fought for so long was reaching the boiling point. It was ready to explode into fireworks, it was going to explode like a crescendo in a song. It was a slow, peaceful buildup but now, now it wants to shape and change the world.

Sol watches Sena and Taehyung from where she sat in front of the mirrors. The rest of the boys dance in front of her. Sol moves her eyes from Sena and Taehyung and stops on Namjoon. He was smiling as Jimin and Hoeseok relentlessly exaggerate the dance movements for Jungkook who was ready to slap them both.

Namjoon's eyes clash with Sol's and he smiles, beckoning Sol over. Sol feels like a newborn animal as she stands on her own feet. Namjoon's stupid smile with his stupid dimples makes Sol want to throw up. How did he have that kind of power of her? Sol wants to collapse into his arms, she wants to inhale him, she wants to live in his memory forever. She wants to last forever beside Namjoon, watching the sun rise and set with Namjoon - all thanks to a stupid school girl crush.

"Are you teaching Sol the dance?" Sena was approaching the group, Taehyung trailing behind. "Let me stretch first."

"Ever the show-off, Sena," Jimin says teasingly.

Sena rolls her eyes as she stretches her legs in front of her, leaning over. "Anything to be better than Pookie."

Sol gives Sena a death glare as Jungkook snickers into his palm. Yeah, Pookie was the nickname gifted to her by Sena and Jungkook. The story goes like so; Sol had this stuffed animal she always slept with when she was younger. The said stuffed animal's name was Pookie, and Sol had requested that not only will her stuffed animal be called that, but so will she. So for years on end, Sol was called Pookie by her family members and soon, Jungkook had caught onto the term of endearment Sol's family often called her, and then when Sol meet Sena. . . Well that's where it went downhill.

Sena ignores Sol's death glare as she's pulled up by Taehyung. The two girls were both very aware of the cameras recording their every move as they interacted with the boys - but it was nothing out of the norm. The boys were often filmed and Sol and Sena had finally gotten used to it. Slowly, the boys taught their dance to the girls, with the help of their choreographer whenever they needed it.

Sena was handling it well.

Sol was not. She wants to rip her hair out in frustration. She wants to break her toes and fingers out of frustration. She wants to throat punch Sena out of frustration. She has two left feet, her arms don't move in the directions she wants them to go and what the fuck does mirroring mean? Sol hates dancing. She despises it. So why was she doing? Sol becomes very aware of the man standing beside her and everything clicks. Great. She was doing this for a fucking male. For Kim Namjoon - her stupid school girl crush.

"Here." It was Namjoon. He always talks to her whenever Sol thinks of him, maybe he can fucking read minds. His hands are now on her shoulders, turning her a certain way, then trailing down to her arms. Sol gets goosebumps and her cheeks heat up as she stares at herself in the mirror. She's fully aware of Jungkook's smirking stare. She's itching to reach out and pinch him - he hates being pinched by Sol because she has some pretty strong fingers. Sol owes her finger strength to all the finger pushups she's done.

He helps Sol get the position and Sol wants to melt into his body, feel his arms tighten around her torso and - wait, hold one, when did Sol give up her hatred for all men? Especially K-Pop boys? Why does she, all of a sudden, want to spend forever with Namjoon? Why was she thinking about watching the sun rise and set with Namjoon, moments before? Is this what falling in love feels like? Is this why Sol feels like she's on top of the world? Why was she no longer dangling off the end?

"Thanks," Sol murmurs, flexing her fingers. She's real. This is real. Her heart beat was increasing, blood was flowing throughout her veins at a quicker pace. Adrenaline was spiking her veins. She was lost in a state of longing. In a state of desperation. In a state of love. Shivering, Sol steps away from Namjoon and grips her hair tightly, shaking the thought from her head. She relaxes her hands, uncurling her fists that held her hair and flexes her fingers once more. She needs to get a fucking grip.

Time passes, Sol gives up and decides to sit down with Yoongi and watch Sena, Jimin, and Taehyung all much around with the dance they had just taught Sena. Jungkook was supposed to be recording them because Sena had begged him to record her doing the dance, but that recording had derailed and now he was spamming Sena's phone with random photos and videos.

"I'm tired, Yoongi," Sol whines, slumping futher down the wall, her head resting on his shoulder.

"So am I," Yoongi responds, the weight of his head dropping onto Sol's. Sol hums in content, shuffling closer to the older boy. She wants warmth. She's going to steal his body heat. But there, flashes of Namjoon dance in Sol's mind. He's taunting her, beckoning her to dive deeper into her own mind, explore her feelings for the older man. Images of Namjoon taunt Sol, they taunt her about Sol's words and actions around the man, making her appear cringe and awkward. Sol snaps her eyes open, her mouth was now frowning.

Yoongi touches between her eyes. "Frown lines, Pookie," he murmurs, half-asleep.

"Shut up," Sol pushes his hand away and shifts, now laying on his lap. "Being an idol is no fun," Sol tells him, absentmindly as Sena's laughter vibrates throughout the room. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook's laughter follow after. Sol was too tired to have FOMO. Namjoon and Hoseok had disappeared ages to go. Sol was too embarrassed to ask where, letting Namjoon's eyes linger on her without saying anything.

"Is that so?" Yoongi muses, his fingers brushing through her hair.

"Yeah," Sol answers, her eyes shutting, "wake me up when there's food."

As Sol drifts off to sleep, Sena's heart drifts closer to the edge of no return. Taehyung pulls her down beside him, their hands linked, Jimin and Jungkook seated on either side of them as Jungkook holds the phone out for them to view the funny video he took of the three of them. Jimin's head slightly rests on Sena's shoulder as he watches the video, a wide smile pinned onto place. "Why do you look like that, Sena?" Jimin asks, pointing to a weird still Jungkook took of her.

"Shut up Jimin, your mother doesn't care about what I look like." Sena retorts childishly, pushing Jimin away from her.

"Let me ask her," Jimin pulls out his phone and Sena shrieks, her hand ripping out of Taehyung's hold and grabs Jimin's phone.

"I won't let you call her," Sena tells him, her face flushed.

Jimin smirks, "that's what I thought. Hand it over."

"Promise?"

Jimin sighs, rolling his eyes, but he smiles. He always smiles with Sena and Sol. "Promise." His eyes were softer and Sena's heart was full. She hands him back his phone and slumps into Taehyung's welcoming embrace. He stares down at the girl in his arm, stars in his eyes. She was his sun. He loved watching her rise and set every day. Sena turned his broken melody in a beautiful symphony - the symphony was his beating heart. It's always beating to the tune of love whenever Sena was around. Cradling her head in one arm, Taehyung uses his other free arm to brush hair behind her hair. She was indescribable.

Sena's beauty was harsh. It was harsh to his heart; his lungs; his mind. She was so effortlessly perfect.

"Jimin," Jungkook hisses in a low voice, earning his hyung's attention. "Help me braid her hair!"

Jimin crawls over to Jungkook's side, snickering with the younger boy as they mess around with Sena's hair, while Taehyung kisses Sena's nose. She smiles, her eyes opening and she finds herself staring into the eyes of her moon. Taehyung always brightens up the darkest parts of Sena's day, he's always constant in her life, never disappearing. She knows he'll always be there for her, whether they're worlds apart. He'll always come back for her. He'll always wait for her. Sena can't love Kim Taehyung to the moon and back because he is the moon.

So, maybe Sena no longer wants to speak her 'best friend speech' at Taehyung's wedding, because she wants to be the one sitting beside him, watching Sol speak about them. Speak about her. Speak about how Jeon Sena is Kim Taehyung's sun and how Kim Taehyung is Jeon Sena's moon.

While Lee Sol and Kim Namjoon's hearts were no longer beating their usual rhythm, Jeon Sena and Kim Taehyung's hearts were now beating to the same rhythm.