We spent more time together. Not just practicing, but in general. It turns out being out in the open wasn't so bad. Other than my still there secrets. But spending time with him, really spending time, not just forcing it- I kind of didn't think of it as much.

Except at night. Alone and in my dreams. Those sucked. I was able to push through though and today was a really good day, the next step to fame- making at least part of my past possibly not much of a problem. Maybe it'll fix itself before I even have to mention it. 

Today I was doing my first recording. 

I didn't get in the band I was aiming for, but surprisingly I got my own start as a solo artist. 

Honestly I suspect that might have been Yoongi's fault. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Though the selfish side of me was thankful, it would have been very hard to hide my little gender secret living with a bunch of other guys. 

I wasn't so thankful that Yoongi convinced his agent to let me live with them. 

Now I have to hide the nightmares too. Which is really hard when 50% of the time I find either Yoongi or Jimin in my bed, or Yoongi throwing Jimin out of my bed...

To put it simply, I no longer get even close to enough sleep.

Which I fixed with my third cup of tea, while I practiced my dance moves for the song I was about to sit and sing. Dancing would wake me up at least. 

Hopefully the tea wouldn't add too much strain to my voice. Otherwise Yoongi will complain or make me drink throat medicine again. It's way too bitter.  

"It does work." Yoongi suddenly says as he hands me the medicine. I'm stop dancing, sweat flowing down my face as I shoot him a soft glare. I haven't even started singing yet!

The drink is in my hand before I can flip him off.  I gulp down the boiling liquid with a grimace. It does work after all. Maybe the bitterness will wake me up more. I shake my head left to right, then shake out the rest of my body as I walk quick toward the seating with the recording device. 


Yoongi stays on my side of the glass as the producer and others are on the opposite side, looking in at us. 


The producer reiterates, "Just like we discussed, but don't be afraid to let the softness in your voice shine through. You're mysterious but still gentle. Remember. "


I smile; mysterious my ass. I'm just salty.


I try not to roll my eyes as the thought continues to pounce around in my head. This persona they gave me. Just cause of these purple irises eh? 


Yoongi crosses his arms, almost as if he knows what I'm thinking. I shoot him a glance, only to catch him rolling his eyes. 

I smile a little bigger. Then with another shake of my head I switch to a relaxed face. 


Another exhale releases from my throat and I begin to sing.


"My steps never whisper, when I move around in this place
Sacrificed for what, just couldn't get away
And maybe it was never- what it looked to you
Now I can't stop grasping at the sand I lose

If the moon really shines
Does the light really seep from me to you


No, roses have better things to do
Steeping in water and changing up the hue
Freezing my finger tips as I look down at you
I'm always too close
Cover me like the clouded sun


Burning my skin, each breath I take
If these ropes never loosen
Then why do I always feel so light?
Can't stop falling as I lurch back from truth


If the moon really shines
Does the light seep from me to you


No, roses have better things to do
Steeping in water and changing up the hue


Cover me like the open night


No, roses can never choose
Sacrificing everything for who
Stinging my bloodied lips
As I look down at me for you


Cover me please won't you
From the clouded sun to the moon
I can't stop grasping at the sand I lose.

If the moon really shines

Can the light really seep from me to you"

As soon as I finish I reach out for more tea. Trying to cover the lump in my throat. I barely managed to finish the last few lines. 

Yoongi sighs, "Again with those songs, what's the name of this one Jace?"


"Long winter." I grumble out. Coughing a little to try and hide the crack in my voice. 


He pats my back as I do. I shoot him a glare, but he turns away and starts walking toward the door. I follow him. The producer gives me the okay nod so I grab my backpack and we head out. 


That's enough for today. I know I'll have to redo that song over and over on Saturday. Since this was just the first dry run of the recording. My nerves really felt pretty insane though before hand. I could feel a bit more settled and tired as we started for the stairs. 


We silently walked down each floor as quickly as we could. Neither admitting it, but we were definitely competing. To see who could get down faster. Yoongi cheated by sliding down one of the levels. 


"Tch. Asshole." I whispered. 


Yoongi just looked back at me as his feet touched the metal once more and he continued down even faster now. 


"So what's it about?" His voice came out surprisingly clear. 


"What?" I gasped. Speeding up to try and get close to him, but there was no use.


"Long winter."


He was already quite ahead. 


"Not your business." Nix. 


This is why I don't like singing my songs. 


Yoongi pushed open the door and we walked quickly down the hallway, before he shoved another door open to outside. We'd gone down those stairs in record speed. He won, but I don't think the glory was going to get him to let up on the song. 


"Jace-" he emphasized, walking even faster now. 


With no one around I stopped to catch my breath a little and roll my eyes. 


"Wh-" 


I was cut off with a loud high pitched sound. Like air against air. Then a shadow suddenly  covering my view. Making everything just slightly more cold. 


The sound drowned out Yoongi, it drowned out everything. 


But I could see all around me people screaming and running. 


Running from me. 


Except Yoongi. 


He jumped toward me. 


Eyes widened, in an emotion I hadn't seen from him before. 

Fear. 


I didn't know what to do, so I just looked up at the source of all the commotion. Only to come face to face with a missile. 


Black tipped, white fins and wings. A lot bigger than the pictures. Fear filled me as well. Yet not of the missile. 


Of Yoongi heading toward me. 


His life flashing before my eyes.