Love You Too Much

Prologue

This was like a dream. You stared at the email for a long time, unable to process your luck. It’d
been a week since you’d bought tickets to see your all-time favourite idols, managing to secure
seats somewhere in the nose bleeds section. It wasn’t great but you were still thrilled you’d get to
be in the same building as your beloved band for the second time. This morning, however, you
received an email from the venue that read:
*Congratulations you are the winner of a luxury upgrade! Your tickets for the BTS-worldwide tour
are now VIP backstage access seats with centre stage view. *
Your jaw was starting to ache with how long it had been hinged open in shock. It took you thirty
minutes of reading and re-reading for you to be able to string together a coherent enough thought to
text the friend you were dragging with you to the concert. She was nowhere near as invested in
them as you were, but she loved you and thought they were cute enough to waste one night
amongst the masses of ARMY to make you happy.
The next three months of your life leading up to the event were the longest you’d ever had to suffer
through. You spent your time watching video after video, choosing the perfect outfit again and
again, practicing your makeup skills. The closer the day came the more your heart fluttered, the
thought of being so close to BTS in general was amazing, but the delusion forming in your head
that maybe, just maybe you could get Namjoon’s undivided attention just for a minute of the VIP
experience made you shiver.
The week before the concert BTS was doing a press tour in your country, and of course you had to
watch and analyse every clip that was released. It was then that a slightly bizarre interview came
out, Namjoon had seemed distracted and nervous, talking about how he was particularly anxious
about Saturday’s concert, YOUR concert. The entire band agreed that last time they were here your
venue had had the best atmosphere for the entire night. Your chest swelled with pride knowing you
had contributed to that feeling, knowing you had helped them feel good about themselves.
You had barely slept when the day arrived, fussing too much. Triple checking your tickets were
printed, tying your hair up and then pulling it down and then back up trying to decide which
highlighted your face better. You knew it was completely irrational to think you’d get a shot at the
idol, but you couldn’t help wanting to be perfect for them, for him. The hours trickled by too slow,
your friend didn’t arrive until 4pm. Of course the concert didn’t start until 8 but you wanted to be
there before any of the merch sold out. Luckily, the VIP tickets also came with VIP entry, so you
didn’t have to wait out in the heat ruining your makeup. You arrived shortly after 5:30 and
attendant showed you straight in and took you round the inner workings of the concert before
showing you to your seats and giving you an exclusive merch packet that you hadn’t been
expecting. It came with an army bomb, t-shirt and a signed Koya toy that you could’ve sworn smelt
of lingering men’s cologne.
The area you were sat in was amazing. It was actually a cut out in the middle of the stage. A
runway kept you, and the others lucky enough to get VIP tickets, pinned in the middle. This was
bound to give you a great view of both the main dance sections, and an awesome view of their
behinds when they addressed the rest of the stadium, it was so perfect you could faint.
The doors opened and the rest of the venue began to fill. The chatter of excited ARMYS was
deafening. Every slight movement near the stage bringing new whispers as the crowd cranes their
necks to maybe catch a glimpse of one of the members on stage early. The minute the clock ticked
8 the VT started immediately silencing those in the crowd. Your heart felt like it might explode as
their beautiful faces filled the large TV screens next to the stage. After the video faded the opening
chords of idol rang through the stadium.
The concert rushed by in a wonderful blur. The boys had one of the best performances of their
lives, or at least that’s what you thought (maybe slightly biased). You could’ve even sworn youmade eye contact with RM on multiple occasions. You are sure he winked at you during miss right.
Honestly, it was a wonder you were still standing. The concert ended after an encore of
mikrokosmos, and you and your friend piled out of the venue to go and find your hotel for the night
before the VIP meet and greet tomorrow, although you’re positive sleep wasn’t going to be an
option…