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NEW York was freezing. That was Sena's first opinion on the state. Her second was that, beneath the trash and crowds of people spread out across the streets, there was a hidden beauty to the chaotic lifestyle New Yorkers face on a daily basis. The rush of crowds crossing the streets, the bright lights at night, the flickering lights of lamp posts down silent alleyways, voices, and car horns throughout the entire day - New York was truly the city that never slept.

Sena tears her eyes away from the phone in front of her, looking at the sleeping figure curled up beside her in their shared hotel room. Lee Sol had her own bed, but for the most part, Sol slept beside Sena. Sena didn't mind it, Sol's body warmth was enough for Sena to easily trail off into dreamless periods of sleep. Sena shuffles closer to Sol, longing for more warmth even though their room was already warm. Sena would prefer Sol's warmth over anything else.

Sena didn't know what she was doing today, she and Sol just took it one step at a time. Maybe they'll go take photos somewhere, maybe they'll find a way to harass their friends. Sena never really plans for anything, she just goes with the flow. Whatever happens, happens. But, Sena is certain of one thing today; watching their boys perform for Jimmy Fallon's Tonight Show.

Sena's phone ringing jolts her out of her thoughts and she sits upright, almost tearing all the covers of Sol. Jimin's name lights up her phone and Sol finally awakens with a big yawn and stretch. With tired eyes, Sol watches Sena answer her phone, "what do you want, Jimin?"

"Good morning to you too, Sena!" Jimin's cheerful voice was loud enough for Sol to hear.

"I thoroughly detest you," Sena groans, flopping back down, her head hitting the pillow with a loud thump.

"I'll let it slide for now, what are you and Sol doing right now?" Jimin asks, talking over the loud voices of the other boys.

"Sleeping," Sena responds, pulling on a strand of Sol's hair as the younger girl powers on her phone.

"Sleeping? I thought you guys would need some beauty sleep, with how hideous you both look."

"I'll send Sol over to throat punch you," remarks Sena, rolling her eyes as Sol's face lights up.

"You wouldn't," Jimin says, almost saying it so he can convince himself. "What are you two going to do after you've finished sleeping?"

"Probably go and take some photos, maybe some shopping. Why?"

"Just curious," Jimin answers, vaguely as possible.

"You're acting suspicious," Sena tells him, taking notice of Sol shifting beside her, a leg intertwining with her own and a lone arm was thrown over the girl's waist. Sol was practically cuddling Sena now, and the older girl didn't mind.

There were loud movements from the other end, Sena pulls the phone away from her ear, sharing a look with Sol as loud, squabbling voices echo out through Sena's phone. She hates calling the boys because some sort of argument ensues and she's left hanging on the line for ages. You would think, with being famous and all, that the boys would act mature and presentable, polite even, but they acted the exact opposite. Sena didn't know if it was comforting to know that fame hasn't changed them or not.

"SENA!" It was Hoseok, his loud, vibrant voice sounds out. He seemed to be very happy.

Sena and Sol grin widely and Sena brings the phone back up to her ear, "Hoseok!" She exclaims back, brightly.

"Wanna have lunch with us?" He asks the question Jimin was supposed to ask them.

"Of course!" Sena was happy. She wants to see her boys again!

Hoseok explains to Sena their plans for the day and when they'll all have lunch together, Sena was now excited for what today will gift her and Sol. Excitement fills up Sena, her heart expanding, just as excited for the day. But of course, watching Tik Tok's with Sol will always come first before anything else, so when Sena finally ends the call with Hoseok and Jimin, she cuddles into Sol, watching Tik Toks with the girl.

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Sena was constantly left in awe whenever she watched BTS perform. They always went above and beyond. It often made her emotional. She knows how hard they've trained and worked for moments like these; performing in an empty Grand Central Terminal. (I mean, it was three in the morning, but still!) Her arm was linked with Sol as they stood beside Jimmy Fallon - he was a nice guy, much nicer than Sena had expected. Her heart was beating in sync with Taehyung's as the empty terminal fell silent, waiting for Jimmy to announce the performance of BTS.

Sena and Sol both wait with bated breath. Jimmy Fallon's voice explodes through the air, his excitement getting the best of him as he announces BTS' performance. Sena didn't blame the man for being excited to watch them perform live, they constantly left Sena and Sol speechless. Each member of BTS was talented. They were born with talent flowing through their blood, talent bursting at the seams, the talent that led them to become the world's biggest pop group.

ON begins and Sena and Sol resume their positions beside Jimmy, awe dancing through their eyes. Wide smiles on their faces and pride flying freely through their body, their fingers and toes tingling with excitement. Jeon Sena was a dancer through and through, she knew the limits of a dancer, she knew when to give it her all, and watching the boys perform, a dance-like ache appears. She wants to dance beside her boys. Just once.

Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook's energy was unmatchable. Their energy filled the empty terminal, captivating their audience. It was like they were literally on fire, their veins exploded with energy and the urge to do better - to be better. To show those who ever doubted them, to show those who still doubt them, that they can do everything they've dreamed of, that they're better than before, that they can still improve, to show everyone why they're the biggest pop band on Earth.

The song nears the end, but everyone is still captivated. Jimmy takes the girls down to the ground floor where they wait and watch the performance come to a close. Sena and Sol finally breathe, but they can't move. Awe is still littered across their faces. It's been years, they've seen hundreds of performances and yet, they still get awestruck, they still can't comprehend how talented their boys are.

Exhausted, a couple of boys sink to the ground, and Sena and Sol are able to shake off their awe, rushing forward and throwing themselves onto those close to them. Sena's arms close around Taehyung, who is just as willing to hug her. His head drops onto her shoulder, his chest heaving deep breaths. Sena's heart dances and she hugs the boy tighter, letting the boy sync his breathing with her's. "Taehyung," Sena whispers, loving the sound of his name from her mouth. She wants to say his name forever. "You were incredible. You all were."

Taehyung's laugh is breathless, he's still trying to stabilize his breath, trying to calm down his heart rate. He hopes that performance was enough. They all performed to their limit. They always performed to their limit, they always gave their all. Sena pulls away, lifting Taehyung's head with her delicate hands, they frame his face once more. Foreheads touch and Sena melts into Taehyung, savoring their closeness once more. Sena feels goosebumps rise across her skin. Sena dips her head and kisses Taehyung's cheek, rising to her feet and helping Taehyung up after her.

With a wide smile, Sena pulls each boy into a hug, describing her jubilation for their performance. She tells them it was God-like, which emits all types of responses from each individual. After squeezing Jungkook's cheeks teasingly, Sena retires to her spot beside Sol, who kept on sneaking glances at Namjoon. "He looks-" Sol cuts herself off, how should she describe Namjoon? Beside her, Sena snickers and pushes the girl away from her. "A bit weird you haven't talked to him, yeah?"

Sol glares at Sena, but wills herself to talk to Namjoon. He hasn't noticed her, so Sol's left with uncomfortably clearing her throat. Jin smirks and drags Hoseok away from Namjoon, winking at Sol who wants to throat punch him. "Sol, hey," Namjoon says nonchalantly, trying to calm the storm raging on within his chest. How could Sol conjure up such emotions? Was she a witch, or was she a Goddess? Sol rocks back on her feet, playing with the array of rings scattered across her fingers.

"Hey, you were amazing - incredible, no, uh - talented!" Cursing herself silently, Sol wonders why she feels tongue-tied around Namjoon. She thought she has gotten past this part. Guess not. Namjoon smiles, the smallest appearance of his dimples appear, "thank you, Sol." His words were heavy and thick with meaning. The tension between them was palpable. It was stretching and thining, egging them to close the gap with their bodies. It was like they were the only ones in Grand Central Terminal.

Sol knew she would regret not doing anything, so she takes the leap of faith.

The gap between them was closed. Sol was hugging Namjoon tightly, her arms around his waist, her head on his shoulder. Namjoon's response was automatic. His arms hold Sol against him, their embracing warming them both up as the hearts beat to a different tune, an ever-changing and ever-growing tune. Sighing, Sol wants to stay here forever. His warmth was addicting, she doesn't ever want to leave his embrace. He was probably better at cuddling than Sena. Sol hopes one day she'll be able to test out that guess.

Pulling away, they smile at each other. Their hearts have changed to a different tune. A tune that changes them.