The thrum of music echoed through the night air, the pulsing bass reverberating through the crowded house as laughter and chatter filled every corner. It was one of those typical college parties—the kind where everyone knew each other, and the drinks flowed freely. The three best friends, Jungkook, Jin, and Namjoon, had arrived together, as they always did. The trio had built a reputation over the years, known across campus as “The Three Musketeers.”

Jin, as expected, was the life of the party, cracking his usual grandpa jokes and making everyone laugh. His booming voice could be heard across the room as he told yet another outrageous story, surrounded by friends who fed off his contagious energy.

Namjoon, the intellectual of the group, sipped his drink thoughtfully as he debated politics with a few students near the bar. His sharp wit and intelligence always attracted people to him, even in casual settings like these.

Jungkook, however, wasn’t as caught up in the social whirlwind. He had joined in for a while, sipping a drink here and there, smiling politely as conversations flowed around him. But as the night went on, he found himself feeling more like an observer than a participant. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being with his friends or mingling with classmates; it just wasn’t his scene.

After another half-hour of standing by, occasionally nodding at something Jin said or giving Namjoon a reassuring glance, Jungkook quietly excused himself. His friends barely noticed—Jin was too engrossed in his storytelling, and Namjoon deep in his discussions. Jungkook was fine with that. He didn’t want to be the center of attention anyway.

Slipping out the front door, he stepped into the cool night air, a sense of relief washing over him as the noise from the party faded behind him. Jungkook’s feet carried him automatically down the familiar path that led away from the campus, away from the noise, and toward the park he loved so much. It wasn’t far from the college, just beyond the main buildings, and Jungkook often found himself wandering there when he needed time to think.

The park was quiet tonight, the occasional rustle of leaves the only sound as he walked down the paved path. The moon hung low in the sky, bright and full, casting soft silver light across the grass and trees. Jungkook smiled to himself, his heart lightening as he found a bench near the small pond.

He sat down, letting out a deep breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Above him, the sky was littered with stars, twinkling against the backdrop of the night. The party felt a world away now. Here, under the moonlight, everything seemed calm. Peaceful.

Jungkook leaned back on the bench, his eyes fixed on the moon. There was something comforting about being alone in this quiet space, something grounding about the simple beauty of the night sky. He didn’t need loud music or crowded rooms to feel alive. This—sitting in the stillness of the night, the cool air against his skin—was enough.

As he gazed up at the stars, Jungkook’s thoughts wandered. College life was hectic, and between classes, sports, and hanging out with his friends, he rarely had moments like this. Moments where he could just be still. He liked being around Jin and Namjoon—they were his closest friends, after all—but sometimes, like tonight, he craved the solitude.

He wasn’t antisocial; he just preferred the quiet moments, the times when he could step away from the noise and chaos and simply exist. The stars twinkled above him, and Jungkook found himself mesmerized by their steady glow. He let his mind drift, not thinking about anything in particular, just enjoying the stillness of the moment.

After a while, he took out his phone, not to text anyone, but just to snap a picture of the moonlit sky. He knew he would come back to this place, perhaps share it with someone special one day. For now, though, it was his little escape, his private sanctuary.

The night wore on, and though he could still hear the distant hum of the party from afar, it felt far removed from where he sat now. Jungkook didn’t feel the pull to return. Instead, he decided to stay a little longer, savoring the peace under the stars, his thoughts quiet, his heart content.

Jungkook leaned back on the bench, closing his eyes for a moment as he soaked in the calm atmosphere. The soft rustle of the wind through the trees and the distant croak of frogs by the pond created a serene melody in the background. It wasn’t long before he found himself humming softly, a tune that had been stuck in his head all day.

His voice, gentle and low, floated through the air, blending seamlessly with the night. There was no one around to hear him, but that didn’t matter. Singing was second nature to him—something he did when he needed to feel grounded. Tonight, it felt right, a perfect accompaniment to the quiet beauty around him.

The moonlight bathed the park in a soft glow, and as Jungkook continued to hum, he let his voice grow just a little louder, filling the empty space. It wasn’t a song with words, just a melody—a peaceful, comforting sound that echoed how he felt in this moment.

His thoughts drifted as the notes flowed from him, his mind wandering between memories of quiet nights like this and the dreams he held for the future. He wasn’t in a rush for anything. Right now, the stillness was enough, the stars twinkling above like silent companions.

Jungkook opened his eyes again, gazing up at the moon, still humming that same soft melody. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. There was something about the night sky that always made him feel at peace, like it was just him and the universe, sharing a quiet moment. And as the night deepened, Jungkook decided to linger just a bit longer, his voice carrying on the wind, a gentle echo in the quiet park.