Jungkook never used to care much for star gazing. It was cold outside and the stars didn't exactly move or anything, so what was the point? Why stare at a still image whilst uncomfortable when you could sit on a sofa and play video games instead? But several years later, here Jungkook was. Laying on damp grass, staring up at a dark blue sky swirling with constellations. He wished he could say it was because he had grown up, and had learnt to appreciate the smaller things in life. But really, it was because it made him feel connected to Jimin. Hints of images would paint the insides of Jungkook's mind. A woman with long black hair holding his hand. Fireworks decorating the sky and an overwhelming sense of happiness. These positive feelings of joy, innocence, and warmth weren't his own though. They were Jimin's. Jungkook now understood why Jimin still kept those glow in the dark star stickers above his bed. It was because it reminded him of better times. A childhood uncorrupted by death and pain. A Mother who wasn't afraid to love him. And the pure essence of calm seeping through his bones and into his heart. Jimin had lost so much and Jungkook only had a sense of that loss without knowing the context as to why. But as he stared at the patterns above him, it was as if everything connected in place. And understanding only found from being the one to experience such things. It felt as if he had lived two whole lives. Was this what it felt like to have a soulmate? Before Jungkook's thoughts could develop further, a presence made its way over to where the young boy lay. The presence came into view, laying down next to him and spoke.
"I've always loved the stars."
"I know... I can feel it." Jungkook looked over to the boy next to him, whos eyes shined possibly brighter than any of the stars above. He truly looked beautiful in the natural light of the night time. A piece of art for only Jungkook to see.
"What?" He giggled, turning to face Jungkook. Jungkook looked away embarrassed.
"Nothing, nothing..."
"You can tell me." Jungkook looked at Jimin, the contagious smile spreading onto his own face.
"I'm not crazy, right?" Jungkook started. "You feel it too... Don't you?" Jimin looked back up to the sky.
"I feel... A lot right now... It's honestly kind of overwhelming." He turned to Jungkook again, "but I like it. It feels... Safe." Jimin turned to look at the stars again but Jungkook couldn't draw his eyes away from the boy beside him. It was so strange to see him so up close and personal, but it was nice at the same time. He looked ethereal and too good to be true, Jungkook thought. Serenity filled the air, both enjoying the silence in each others company, and both enjoying their respective views.
Suddenly Jungkook loved star gazing.

Home sweet home. After Jungkook's interaction with Jimin, he felt a lot better. Jimin was alive. Jimin was... Really alive. And not just in the literal sense. Something about him shone. He was like an amalgamation of all things sweet and pure in the world, tinted by a dark past yet strong enough to get through it all by himself. He was animated and iridescent and pretty. My God he was so pretty. Jungkook found his mind lingering on Jimin, and how badly he wanted to see him again. But at the same time, his bed looked extremely inviting, and enticed him closer and closer until his head hit the pillow and comfort surrounded his being. A voiced echoed, singing a tune, one unfamiliar to the boy now resting in his bed. The voice contained a lot of reverb and sounded as though being heard from within a church. Yet, Jungkook was in his bedroom. How was he hearing this voice? There was no way it was coming from inside the house, but it sounded so vibrant and real. As though it were right in front of him. Jungkook laid in his bed, soaking in the sound, and welcoming the voice floating around the room. Jimin. The voice - although Jungkook had never heard him sing before - was undoubtedly belonging to Jimin. Was he singing right now? Is that how Jungkook was hearing it? He shut his eyes, letting the melody take over and sink into his mind as he drifted off to sleep, still in the same clothes as before, and still thinking of the one and only Park Jimin.

Jungkook opened his eyes. No stars. Part of him longed to switched with Jimin again, even though he knew it wasn't time. Could they even switch in the present day? He wasn't sure. A deep sigh emitted from Jungkook as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Another boring day. He stood up from his bed, stretching his arms above his head and tilting his head from side to side in an attempt to crack his neck. He'd felt so empty ever since he stopped switching with Jimin. Which didn't make sense in Jungkook's mind. Okay, but I'm actually seeing him in person now. Shouldn't this feel better? Maybe it was because he was yet to actually save Jimin on his end? He wasn't sure. It wasn't as if this body switching soulmate business came with a manual. Although that would be extremely helpful, Jungkook thought to himself. He grabbed a comfy t-shirt from the floor, switching it with the one he was already wearing, before making his way downstairs.

Where sounds from the kitchen would usually fill the air, this time silence lay throughout the space instead. Jungkook approached the kitchen-joined-living room area and halted when he saw Jimin sat on the sofa, posture held perfectly.
"Jimin?" The boy looked in his direction. "What are you doing here?"
"I miss you, Jungkook..." Jimin spoke in a hushed tone, almost sounding disconnected from everything around him.
"I-I'm right here." Jungkook rushed over to the sofa, sitting besides the boy close to tears.
"I really. Really, fucking miss you." Jimin flickered his eyes to look directly into Jungkook's.
"Like I said... I'm right here." Jungkook reached his hand out, aiming to rest on Jimin's thigh as a comforting gesture, but before he could, Jimin jumped up.
"I need to go."
"What? Why-"
"I shouldn't be here."
"Wha- Jimin?-"
"I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here." He turned to Jungkook again. "I shouldn't be here, Jungkook. Why did you do this to me? I don't belong here. I wasn't meant to be brought back. I shouldn't be here. Why couldn't you let me die? Why couldn't you just let me die? WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LET ME DIE?"

Jungkook's eyes flickered open. Oh. His breathing began to slow down. It was just a dream. He looked up towards the ceiling...
No stars.