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A/N: I saw BTS in Hamilton, Ontario on Thursday! Easily the best experience of my life. I danced, I sang, I waved my RM fan whenever he looked toward the part of the audience where I was standing. I loved when he made the cheesy joke about loving maple syrup and the only thing sweeter was us Canadian ARMYs. I hope that one day everyone can have a chance to see BTS.

I had been going through a lot when I got to go last week. I hadn’t had any time to write, I just started college and was hit by both losing my job and hit with extreme financial strain because of how much I have to pay for in order to follow my dream. I had saved up for two years to see BTS. Thursday night made me cry happy tears and finally feel like myself after so long. So, here you go! I finally managed to scrounge a bit of a one-shot together thanks to the amazing night I had. Enjoy!

Yellow, pink, orange, red, beige. Only colours were the best way to describe what you were seeing. Things weren’t completely clear as your eyes adjusted to the scenery around you, standing in what was beginning to look like either a wheat field or an overgrown meadow. A sudden warmth washed over you, the sun beaming down and the sky gave way to a pleasant and calming breeze. This feeling, this scenery… it was something you have somehow felt before, but… something didn’t feel right.

When the sounds of the breeze left your ears and its touch left your cheek, you decided to move. Your head felt fuzzy and you couldn’t quite feel your legs. Still, you persevered and willed yourself to move. One step forward, two steps forward, another. The sound began to fill your ears, something other than the gentle wind. It was almost like the gentle clicking of glass windchimes, manipulated by someone’s hand. Not that it wasn’t pleasant, it just confused you. Just like this whole moment did.

The gentle sound continues and when you felt defeated in the short quest to find the sound’s origin, you legs finally gave out. You collapsed to your knees, catching yourself on a soft bed of flowers. Not thinking much of it, you looked up to watch the sky’s colours manipulate and flow in the sunrise.

That’s when you saw it.

A silhouette in the distance over the tips of the soft cotton tipped plants and flowers. Squinting, you wondered who it was. They had obviously spotted you, the figure had been moving closer for a few seconds now.

The closer it got never seemed to matter. They never became more visible. Each step bore more curiosity in your veins, wondering if they were like you, confused, overwhelmed and nosy. They got closer, closer. The light of the morning acted as a parting veil when they reached their hand toward you as if they were trying to help you up. Their skin was tanned, honey and sun-blessed skin. Like this place, their skin moulded into and contrasted the colours of the sunrise, perfect in every way. The hand was large, fingers long and distinctly Male.

You wondered if you should take it. Just as you brought your hand up, your heart began to beat faster. So much that you could feel it pulse in your neck. Another wash of warmth was quickly followed by the breeze again. The sun seemed to move in a way that began to reveal the rest of him as the pads of your fingertips touched his-

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!*

You shot up in your bed. A dream, huh? That explained it, but… it felt too real to be a dream. You remembered every second of it, unlike all the other dreams you may or may not have had throughout your life. You looked at your hand. It even felt like something as real as the blankets bunching up on your lap. You could still feel the touch of the tips of his fingers on yours.

You silenced your alarm, curious why it went off. You remembered the previous day being Friday, and therefore you must have forgotten to shut off your alarm for the weekend. Shrugging, you peeled your covers back and swung your legs over the side of your bed to touch the floor. You moseyed over to the curtains of your room and pulled them back. It was barely morning at all, dark and dusky, fog obscuring the lamps lighting the path out into the distance from your remote home. A smile weaved its way across your face. It was okay that you were up early.

Padding from your room and weaving your hands to untangle your hair. Making your way down the hall, the smell of food hits your nose. Humming, your smile only grows wider as you see a silhouette in the kitchen; the only thing barely illuminating his figure is the faint flame coming from your wood stove.

“Good morning,” states the silhouette, voice deep and soothing. “I heard your alarm go off, I thought you might have returned to sleep.”

You sit down at your little dining room table and placed your hands on the surface, watching. “Yes, but I was wondering if you wanted to watch the sunrise with me. Can you make some more? It smells so good.”

“Anything for you, my little angel,” he replies softly, the sizzle of food reaching your ears as he continues to cook. You had always loved watching him. The way he moved, tapped his foot idly and watching the pan before him, the way he did mundane things like laundry in such a calm and graceful way. Your clothes were always clean, smelled lovely and neatly folded to be put away. Your food was always perfect, just the way you liked it. If you were an angel, he was God himself.

“You’re staring again,” he mused, turning and setting a plate with three pancakes atop it. They were decorated with three small squares of butter and maple syrup. He quickly joined you, his own plate stacked high with pancakes, all absolutely drenched in the sugary liquid.

“Sorry,” you apologize awkwardly. “I just like watching you do things,”

He hummed, “don’t take it as criticism,” he held up a hand, “I think it’s cute,” he picked up his own fork and even though you couldn’t fully see his face, you knew he was excited to start eating.

“You sure love that stuff,” you comment as the two of you dig in. He wolfs his food down quickly, barely acknowledging your comment until his plate was fully clear of an entire stack of pancakes. You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head gently.

“I do, I love sweet things,” he answered as he glided his fork along the plate to gather up any syrup that didn’t manage to make it into his mouth. “You know what’s even better than maple syrup?”

You chewed and swallowed, tilting your head to the side. “What?”

“You.”

You scoffed with a smile and shook your head, laughing. “Namjoon,” you whine, barely able to contain yourself. “You’re so cheesy!”

You could tell he was smiling, elbow resting on the table and balancing his chin on his palm. You felt his eyes on you as he waited for you to finish eating. “What made you want to watch the sunrise?” He asked.

“I… had a dream. It felt so real, a sunrise that I felt like I knew, and I know you were there. I couldn’t see you fully, almost like right now. But I didn’t know it was you in the dream. The alarm woke me up as you touched my hand,” you explain, finishing your breakfast.

Namjoon hummed in thought and looked away with a frown. He didn’t do that often, making you worry if you upset him. After a moment of complete silence,

he offered a hand. “Are you full?”

“Yes,” you watched as he cleaned up your plates and moved to stand by your chair, offering his hand again.

“I think I know what your dream was about,” he states as you take his hand, standing. His skin was soft and his touch gentle. The lighter dusk of the morning was beginning to creep through the kitchen window, so you could finally see his face. He was smiling gently, dimples indented on his cheeks. “Come to watch the sunrise?”

“Yes, please.” Namjoon gently pulled you through the kitchen and led you out the door into the meadow behind your house. A nearly infinite expanse of flowers, soft wild wheat and berry bushes. The colours weren’t as vibrant as they were about to be, but even the dull muted mornings comforted you.

“What you saw was a memory,” Namjoon explained, holding your hand tightly. His face fell and smile faded. “You almost died that day, little angel. I couldn’t just watch it happen, being… what I am… or was.” He avoided eye contact with you for a moment, but he did not let go of your hand.

You let out a deep breath, licking your lips. When the two of you stopped to lay down in the flowers, you felt tiny droplets of dew seep into your pyjamas. “Is that why it felt so real to me?”

“I think so. I… I had never met you then, I had only watched. I was only supposed to watch, it… was against what I was, I was supposed to be your guardian angel, but… what guardian lets their charge just… die? I… I’ve loved you for so long that I gave up everything to save you, to be here with you.”

You touched your temple with your free hand as Namjoon talked. He had refused to tell you about the day the two of you met for as long as you could recall. He said that you couldn’t remember it because of the scar on your head. “Can I… ask what happened?” you ask timidly, knowing that he still might not be willing. You didn’t want to pressure him, but… you had to know.

Namjoon sighed and looked at you. His hair was tousled by the grass, a daisy covering his left eye. “You were shot in the head. A misfire by a hunter that meant to kill a deer you were feeding,” he explained hesitantly. His grip on your hand remained tight, but you still managed to shift your own enough to rub the top of his hand with your thumb.

“I’m here,” you say, watching still as his breath began to stutter. “My angel, Namjoon, I will always be here.” The sun began to wash over you, the oranges, yellows, reds, pinks, were in sight, the perfection of Namjoon’s skin was fully realized, like your dream. “I’m here.”

His breath stuttered. “I gave up everything, but it’s all been worth it. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” His smile was slowly returning, letting go of your hand and rolling onto his side. He draped his other arm over you, tracing a finger on your waist. The sun was a warm blanket against the cool morning air. “I love being here with you more than anything else. More than thousands of years sitting on a cloud, watching humans birth and die, watching them kill one another, on purpose or by accident. It was too much on my soul.”

“You don’t have to worry about that now,” you assure him gently. “You’ve done more than enough to earn a better life,”

Namjoon yawned and scooted closer to you. “I still don’t deserve you,” he whispered, barely lifting the hem of your pyjama shirt with the tip of his index finger.

You almost laughed out loud, turning on your side as well. “Never say that,” you mused, “you saved my life, nursed me back to health and you still care about me like no one ever has. I’d say you deserve me tenfold. Never underestimate how much I love you.”

Namjoon smiled and closed his eyes. “I love you too,” he yawned once more. “Let’s just… relax, don’t go on any errands today,” his voice began to fade and his eyelids fluttered. “Let’s just… stay here.”

You giggled softly and cuddled up closer to him. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

“I love you,” he whispered, “Thank you,”

“I love you too, Namjoon.”

Description
A/N: I saw BTS in Hamilton, Ontario on Thursday! Easily the best experience of my life. I danced, I sang, I waved my RM fan whenever he looked toward the part of the audience where I was standing. I loved when he made the cheesy joke about loving maple syrup and the only thing sweeter was us Canadian ARMYs. I hope that one day everyone can have a chance to see BTS.

I had been going through a lot when I got to go last week. I hadn’t had any time to write, I just started college and was hit by both losing my job and hit with extreme financial strain because of how much I have to pay for in order to follow my dream. I had saved up for two years to see BTS. Thursday night made me cry happy tears and finally feel like myself after so long. So, here you go! I finally managed to scrounge a bit of a one-shot together thanks to the amazing night I had. Enjoy!

Yellow, pink, orange, red, beige. Only colours were the best way to describe what you were seeing. Things weren’t completely clear as your eyes adjusted to the scenery around you, standing in what was beginning to look like either a wheat field or an overgrown meadow. A sudden warmth washed over you, the sun beaming down and the sky gave way to a pleasant and calming breeze. This feeling, this scenery… it was something you have somehow felt before, but… something didn’t feel right.

When the sounds of the breeze left your ears and its touch left your cheek, you decided to move. Your head felt fuzzy and you couldn’t quite feel your legs. Still, you persevered and willed yourself to move. One step forward, two steps forward, another. The sound began to fill your ears, something other than the gentle wind. It was almost like the gentle clicking of glass windchimes, manipulated by someone’s hand. Not that it wasn’t pleasant, it just confused you. Just like this whole moment did.

The gentle sound continues and when you felt defeated in the short quest to find the sound’s origin, you legs finally gave out. You collapsed to your knees, catching yourself on a soft bed of flowers. Not thinking much of it, you looked up to watch the sky’s colours manipulate and flow in the sunrise.

That’s when you saw it.

A silhouette in the distance over the tips of the soft cotton tipped plants and flowers. Squinting, you wondered who it was. They had obviously spotted you, the figure had been moving closer for a few seconds now.

The closer it got never seemed to matter. They never became more visible. Each step bore more curiosity in your veins, wondering if they were like you, confused, overwhelmed and nosy. They got closer, closer. The light of the morning acted as a parting veil when they reached their hand toward you as if they were trying to help you up. Their skin was tanned, honey and sun-blessed skin. Like this place, their skin moulded into and contrasted the colours of the sunrise, perfect in every way. The hand was large, fingers long and distinctly Male.

You wondered if you should take it. Just as you brought your hand up, your heart began to beat faster. So much that you could feel it pulse in your neck. Another wash of warmth was quickly followed by the breeze again. The sun seemed to move in a way that began to reveal the rest of him as the pads of your fingertips touched his-

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!*

You shot up in your bed. A dream, huh? That explained it, but… it felt too real to be a dream. You remembered every second of it, unlike all the other dreams you may or may not have had throughout your life. You looked at your hand. It even felt like something as real as the blankets bunching up on your lap. You could still feel the touch of the tips of his fingers on yours.

You silenced your alarm, curious why it went off. You remembered the previous day being Friday, and therefore you must have forgotten to shut off your alarm for the weekend. Shrugging, you peeled your covers back and swung your legs over the side of your bed to touch the floor. You moseyed over to the curtains of your room and pulled them back. It was barely morning at all, dark and dusky, fog obscuring the lamps lighting the path out into the distance from your remote home. A smile weaved its way across your face. It was okay that you were up early.

Padding from your room and weaving your hands to untangle your hair. Making your way down the hall, the smell of food hits your nose. Humming, your smile only grows wider as you see a silhouette in the kitchen; the only thing barely illuminating his figure is the faint flame coming from your wood stove.

“Good morning,” states the silhouette, voice deep and soothing. “I heard your alarm go off, I thought you might have returned to sleep.”

You sit down at your little dining room table and placed your hands on the surface, watching. “Yes, but I was wondering if you wanted to watch the sunrise with me. Can you make some more? It smells so good.”

“Anything for you, my little angel,” he replies softly, the sizzle of food reaching your ears as he continues to cook. You had always loved watching him. The way he moved, tapped his foot idly and watching the pan before him, the way he did mundane things like laundry in such a calm and graceful way. Your clothes were always clean, smelled lovely and neatly folded to be put away. Your food was always perfect, just the way you liked it. If you were an angel, he was God himself.

“You’re staring again,” he mused, turning and setting a plate with three pancakes atop it. They were decorated with three small squares of butter and maple syrup. He quickly joined you, his own plate stacked high with pancakes, all absolutely drenched in the sugary liquid.

“Sorry,” you apologize awkwardly. “I just like watching you do things,”

He hummed, “don’t take it as criticism,” he held up a hand, “I think it’s cute,” he picked up his own fork and even though you couldn’t fully see his face, you knew he was excited to start eating.

“You sure love that stuff,” you comment as the two of you dig in. He wolfs his food down quickly, barely acknowledging your comment until his plate was fully clear of an entire stack of pancakes. You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head gently.

“I do, I love sweet things,” he answered as he glided his fork along the plate to gather up any syrup that didn’t manage to make it into his mouth. “You know what’s even better than maple syrup?”

You chewed and swallowed, tilting your head to the side. “What?”

“You.”

You scoffed with a smile and shook your head, laughing. “Namjoon,” you whine, barely able to contain yourself. “You’re so cheesy!”

You could tell he was smiling, elbow resting on the table and balancing his chin on his palm. You felt his eyes on you as he waited for you to finish eating. “What made you want to watch the sunrise?” He asked.

“I… had a dream. It felt so real, a sunrise that I felt like I knew, and I know you were there. I couldn’t see you fully, almost like right now. But I didn’t know it was you in the dream. The alarm woke me up as you touched my hand,” you explain, finishing your breakfast.

Namjoon hummed in thought and looked away with a frown. He didn’t do that often, making you worry if you upset him. After a moment of complete silence,

he offered a hand. “Are you full?”

“Yes,” you watched as he cleaned up your plates and moved to stand by your chair, offering his hand again.

“I think I know what your dream was about,” he states as you take his hand, standing. His skin was soft and his touch gentle. The lighter dusk of the morning was beginning to creep through the kitchen window, so you could finally see his face. He was smiling gently, dimples indented on his cheeks. “Come to watch the sunrise?”

“Yes, please.” Namjoon gently pulled you through the kitchen and led you out the door into the meadow behind your house. A nearly infinite expanse of flowers, soft wild wheat and berry bushes. The colours weren’t as vibrant as they were about to be, but even the dull muted mornings comforted you.

“What you saw was a memory,” Namjoon explained, holding your hand tightly. His face fell and smile faded. “You almost died that day, little angel. I couldn’t just watch it happen, being… what I am… or was.” He avoided eye contact with you for a moment, but he did not let go of your hand.

You let out a deep breath, licking your lips. When the two of you stopped to lay down in the flowers, you felt tiny droplets of dew seep into your pyjamas. “Is that why it felt so real to me?”

“I think so. I… I had never met you then, I had only watched. I was only supposed to watch, it… was against what I was, I was supposed to be your guardian angel, but… what guardian lets their charge just… die? I… I’ve loved you for so long that I gave up everything to save you, to be here with you.”

You touched your temple with your free hand as Namjoon talked. He had refused to tell you about the day the two of you met for as long as you could recall. He said that you couldn’t remember it because of the scar on your head. “Can I… ask what happened?” you ask timidly, knowing that he still might not be willing. You didn’t want to pressure him, but… you had to know.

Namjoon sighed and looked at you. His hair was tousled by the grass, a daisy covering his left eye. “You were shot in the head. A misfire by a hunter that meant to kill a deer you were feeding,” he explained hesitantly. His grip on your hand remained tight, but you still managed to shift your own enough to rub the top of his hand with your thumb.

“I’m here,” you say, watching still as his breath began to stutter. “My angel, Namjoon, I will always be here.” The sun began to wash over you, the oranges, yellows, reds, pinks, were in sight, the perfection of Namjoon’s skin was fully realized, like your dream. “I’m here.”

His breath stuttered. “I gave up everything, but it’s all been worth it. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” His smile was slowly returning, letting go of your hand and rolling onto his side. He draped his other arm over you, tracing a finger on your waist. The sun was a warm blanket against the cool morning air. “I love being here with you more than anything else. More than thousands of years sitting on a cloud, watching humans birth and die, watching them kill one another, on purpose or by accident. It was too much on my soul.”

“You don’t have to worry about that now,” you assure him gently. “You’ve done more than enough to earn a better life,”

Namjoon yawned and scooted closer to you. “I still don’t deserve you,” he whispered, barely lifting the hem of your pyjama shirt with the tip of his index finger.

You almost laughed out loud, turning on your side as well. “Never say that,” you mused, “you saved my life, nursed me back to health and you still care about me like no one ever has. I’d say you deserve me tenfold. Never underestimate how much I love you.”

Namjoon smiled and closed his eyes. “I love you too,” he yawned once more. “Let’s just… relax, don’t go on any errands today,” his voice began to fade and his eyelids fluttered. “Let’s just… stay here.”

You giggled softly and cuddled up closer to him. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

“I love you,” he whispered, “Thank you,”

“I love you too, Namjoon.”