You sleep until around noon, not wanting to get up but knowing you had to. You get up and take a shower. You put on your hoodie from last night. You wear leggings and a pair of ankle socks with huaraches. You braid your hair to the side in a lazy braid. You look down at your dog and try to smile, but your heart is in too much pain. You grab your phone, your Airpods and your other essentials. You go to the kitchen and fill your dog's bowls. You pet them and walk out the door.
As you drive, you listen to music on your Airpods. First stop; Olivia’s house. When you pull up to her house you jump out of your car and walk to the door. “Olivia~!” You call while knocking. No answer. “Lia~!” You call. Still no answer. I have a key, girl. You pull out your key and open her door. You travel to her room. You peek in and see her eating on her bed.
You walk in, ignoring her yelling, and lay down next to her. You wrap your arms around her. “Olivia~! What’s wrong!?” you whine starting to cry. After a few seconds you feel her hand come down on your head, in it’s normal resting place. “Nothing Y/n,” She says. “Then why were you mad at me last night?” You whine wiping your nose. “I’m not,” she says. You look at her: girl what?
“Explain last night.” you deadpan. She smiles. “Gladly,” She says. You smile. Her smile disappears. “i-i-i ‘m happy for you. I mean like, V? From BTS!?!? Of course I’m happy for you…” She rolls off the sentence. “But?” You say. “But I don’t want to lose you, Y/n.” Olivia says. You snap your head towards her again. “Lose me?” You say. “Yes, lose you.” She says. “How would you lose me?” You ask. “Well if you and V love each other and all of that, who would i have? You’d be going to all these places and countries--” You cut her off. “And you’d be right by my side. You really think I’d go to a new country without you?” You say. “No,” She whispers.
“Exactly. You never need to worry about me leaving you. We made a promise in 8th grade, we’re best friends forever. I need you and you need me. I will never, Olivia.” You say. She looks at you, ashamed. “You promise?” She says. You stick your pinky out. She laughs and you smile. “I promise just like I did in 8th grade,” You say.
You climb on top of her and hug her tightly. She hugs you back, equally tight. “You okay?” She asks. “Yep.” You answer. “You know they have a talk show visit today?” She asks. “Yep,” You answer again. “You have a ticket?” She asks. “Yep.” You answer again. You laugh. “Then get the hell out of my house! You know it starts in 30 minutes right?” She yells, pushing you off of her.
You jump up and look at her. “We good?” You ask. “Yes. Go!” She says. “Are you sure though?” You ask, procrastinating. “Yes, Y/n. Get the fuck out already! Go to him!” She yells. “Okay,” You say. You turn to her door. “Are you for sure for sure?” You ask, turning back to her. “Y/n! Stop procrastinating and get out!” She yells at you. “Okay!” You yell. “Have fun! No nasty stuff, cause I don’t wanna hear about it!” She yells as you walk out of her room. “Fuck off!” You yell back. “I love you too!” She calls.
You walk out of her door and sprint to your car. I’ve got to hurry if I don’t wanna miss him. Lucky me it’s in this state and country. You jump in your car and throw your Airpods out of your back pocket where they’ve been while you were in Olivia’s. You press the button that starts your car and almost stall it as it starts up. You pull out of Olivia’s driveway and drive like a civilized person with only level 1 road rage. So basically, you got to the building of the show in 13 minutes instead of 20.
You hop out of your car, encouraged when you see people still pulling up. You grab your army bomb with the bandana on it before you close the door. You lock your car doors and walk to the front of the building. It was giant in the building. And absolutely beautiful. What talk show am I even at? You try not to laugh at yourself. I guess it doesn’t matter. You shrug.
You get checked, like your ticket and things, then you go to where a guard points you to. On your online ticket it shows your seat, which you find easily. You sit down and wait. You only wait for about 7 minutes.
The lights go down and the music for Black Swan plays. You watch the beautiful scene happening in front of you. It’s absolutely beautiful. And sad. You watch Taehyung with your eyes. He moves from one side of the stage, to the other, and to the center. Your eyes water.
No! No crying! You wipe the tears. You wave your army bomb the whole time. Not yelling like the others but instead watching silently. Well except for you being a professional singer and singing along. Professional who? I wish.
After their performance, the lights come back on, you and the others in the crowd sit down and the boys sit down to...talk. You sit back and watch the boys introduce themselves. And when Taehyung does so, he looks at the camera. Not in the crowd. Is he avoiding looking in the crowd? Maybe it’s my fault. Should I maybe leave?
You decide to stay a while longer. You listen to the boys talking and remember last night. It was fun for a while. Hurt took over though. “So, V, are you feeling okay? We heard you’re leaving tomorrow because you’re sick?” The host says.
“I-” He starts. You wave your army bomb. That catches his eye. He looks directly at you. He doesn’t say a thing, he just looks at you. “Hello? V?” The host asks. V looks at the host. He clears his throat. “Ahem. Yes. I am not for sure if I am leaving tomorrow or not.” He says. A new vibe from his old vibe, before he saw you.
Before he was looking a bit sad and hurt. Now he looks giddy and excited. Maybe it’s my imagination. He looks at you again. You smile a little bit. He notices and his smile gets wider. You look down at your feet. You feel his eyes on you. I will do this.
You stick your army bomb up in the air and put it on purple. You begin to wave it around. The girl next you does the same and soon there is a wave of purple army bombs. The host looks around. "It seems they want to do something for you guys." He says. I will do this. "Kim Namjoon!" You call out. Everyone catches on pretty fast.
"Kim Seokjin!" You guys call out. "Min Yoongi!" You smile. "Jung Hoseok!" Yes! I started this! "Park Jimin!" You laugh. "Kim Taehyung!" You look directly at Taehyung. He smiles at you. "Jeon Jungkook! BTS!" You guys all scream.
"That was awesome!" The host compliments. Taehyung winks at you and you sit back down while blushing. The rest of the show was a blur but you will always remember starting the fanchant.
After the show you are walking out to your car when you are approached by a guard. “Hello ma’am. Please come with me.” He says. He pulls you by your arm. Ma’am? Since when have I been addressed as ma’am? You are dragged (basically) by the guard to the back stage. Taehyung?
You were right. The guard brings you to a room which you are guessing is a dressing room. The guard walks away and leaves you outside the door. “I- What?” You whisper. You knock at the door. “Hello?” You say quietly. The door swings open. Taehyung pulls you in the room. “Why hello!” You say. “You are amazing!” He says. He swings you around. You giggle.
“Thank you!” You say. He puts you down, probably remembering last night. He sits down on a couch in the corner. You choke on air. He jumps up again. He pats your back. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Yes. I just- I..I am sorry!” You say and you hug him. He seems shocked but hugs you back. “Why are you sorry?” He asks. “I hurt you last night. You’re leaving because of me. I was wrong,” you say. “Oh, no. You’re okay,” He says. “No. I’m sorry and I have to tell you that me and Olivia, my best friend, are okay now. I can be here now,” You say, looking up into his eyes.
You reach up and touch his face. “You can?” He asks. “Yes Taehyung. I can be here if you want me to be here.” You whisper. “Of course. I want you here.” He smiles. He bends down and kisses you. I have you. When he pulls away he looks into your eyes. “You amaze me,” You say. He laughs. “Sit down. Aren’t you tired?” You ask. He nods. “Very,” He says.
He sits down on the couch again and you sit next to him. I want to be near him again. Is it too much if I do this? You ignore your reason. You scoot to him and put your arms around him. One through the space between his back and the couch and the other on the stomach. You lock your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder. He sighs and you see him smile. You close your eyes.
He quickly pulls you up onto his lap causing you to laugh. “Hey! You knew what you were doing,” He says. You laugh again. “That scared me a little bit,” you say. He smiles. “I am sorry.” He says.
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