Mystery Girl

Busan 6

Yoongi's POV

After the concert ended, my emotions all came seeping through. The stuff that I usually keep to myself is always laid bare for the world to see when I most want them not to. Crying is somehow just a part of concerts and I am overwhelmed by the support and love from fans. I didn't grow up with a particularly good childhood, I have never had many friends and have always felt quite antisocial. 

However, when I am with army, the fears and resentment wash away like waves on the shore. Instead, my heart is replaced with joy and gratefulness. Often, this realisation is what pushes me over the edge. This is why I cry- because maybe, the world isn't all too bad. Maybe, just maybe, there are good people in this world. 

Another factor for my tears is knowing that I have truly made my parents proud. Something I never thought I would do. I had accepted that I was always going to be a failure in my parents' eyes before I was suddenly lifted up into the world with a fresh new perspective. 

With this new perspective, I was able to look forwards and see my parents, smiling and waving at me. They were proud. That is all I have ever wanted. When I know they are here supporting me, or are back at home, watching on TV, my heart aches with love and contentment. Here, finally is the child that makes his parents proud. 

Hobi's POV

I cannot exactly pinpoint what makes performing feel so good. There are many layers to the emotions I feel and each concert, there is a slightly different mix. This concert was uplifting and light, it made me feel as if I could walk on air, almost as if I was a cloud in the clear sky above. The lights surrounding me were colourful and neon, the mist rolling off the stage almost ethereal as if the stage was heaven and the clouds blew off into the mortal world. 

I am always conscious of the members around me during a concert. Mostly because I am making sure that they are in the right place doing the right choreography, but also because I am fascinated by the way they individually light up the stage.

Each member has a different aura around them, something so clear and yet so mysterious. Namjoon's is gentle but masculine, Jimin's is smooth and enticing and Taehyung's is innocent but tinted with the sense of maturity. 

This adds to my love of the stage. To be in my element, dancing away and to also have some of the most caring and precious people I have ever met, is something else. I never tell the members how much I appreciate them enough, but I hope I say it with my actions. 

Y/n's POV

The rest of the concert had been just as exciting, involving a lot of me jumping around, screaming ridiculously, but loving every single second of it. I had lost myself in the pure ecstasy of joy when The Truth Untold started playing, and I crashed straight back down to Earth. The emotion and passion in their vocals shone through, almost as if their voices made visible sounds. 

If the lines they had been singing were visible, they would have been different shades of blue mixed with little streaks of yellow and some baby pinks. Every single syllable, word, line, resonated with me and struck me straight to the core. Without realising, I had tears streaming down my cheeks, the others next to me also wailing- the heartbreak of the song reflecting into the hearts of the fans.

I attempted to stop the tears desperately, not wanting to miss a second of the beautiful visuals in front of me. Even the members' voices were cracking with emotion and pain near the end of the song and when the final note echoed through the stadium. Sad cries bounced off the walls, the beauty of the stage and the song breaking even some of the toughest walls that people had managed to put up.

With that, the members said their goodbyes, tears also streaming down their faces, armys shouting words of support and encouragement to them, even though their faces were still wet with tears. I headed backstage silently, after exchanging contacts with the girls who I had made friends with.

I entered the backstage room, looking around for Yoora, needing a friendly face and someone's shoulder to cry on. Walking down the corridor, slowly, I watched my feet move across the floor, wondering how they seemed to know where to take me. I bumped into someone's chest suddenly and almost fall to the floor, when an arm is wrapped around my waist, pulling me back up gently. 

With surprise and embarrassment, I look up to see who has caught me and come face to face with Jimin. I stumble backwards in alarm, feeling my face heat up ridiculously. "Hey, are you alright?" he inquires softly and I make eye contact with him again and smile sadly. "I suppose so," I reply. 

Taking my hand carefully, Jimin leads me to the room where the other members all sit, looking exhausted and emotional. I smile softly as I enter the room, the other members returning the expression of sad happiness. I scan the room, examining each members' face and find that Jungkook is still quietly sobbing, his knees pulled to him like a child.

I nod to Namjoon as he sees that I have noticed Jungkook's state and Namjoon smiles, signifying that I should go over to him. Jimin let go of my hand when we had entered the room and instantly gravitated towards Taehyung, placing his head in Tae's lap and closing his eyes. 

Walking over to Jungkook, I hear his small sniffles and feel my chest tighten with pain. I kneel down in front of him and he looks up slowly. Looking into my eyes, he smiles and holds his arms out towards me. I giggle a little and move into his arms, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. I stroke his back soothingly, not once bothered by the sweat and tears that he was transferring onto me. 

And so, we stay like this for a while, waiting for our mood to lift once more.

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Author's Note

Hello! Hope everyone had a great Christmas! Um yeah, so I kinda went off on a tangent... But I hope you liked this chapter anyway~ Thank you guys for reading and please vote and comment, love you 💜