Promise

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I saw my best friend, Minnie, stare at me, her eyes twinkling with excitement. She was sitting at my kitchen island, talking away while I folded clothes on the couch.

"Why are you staring at me, you creep," I teased.

She rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Lily," She jumped out of her seat, walking over to me, grabbing my shoulders. "You can't just play off your excitement like it's nothing."

I paused, folding a shirt, looking back at her. "Trust me, I'm excited, too. Only, I know how to hide it,"

"Hey!" Minnie frowned. "It's not my fault that I'm excited to see my favorite boy band ever!"

I chuckled and continued my folding.

Tonight, Minnie and I were going to see BTS live in concert. We've been busting our ass at work to be able to pay the tickets. We wanted front row seats, but living in Los Angeles definitely makes things harder. Everything is just so expensive here. So finally, after almost a year of no holidays and many double shifts, we finally were able to pay for the tickets.

I was excited to see them live, but I found myself to be more of a casual fan. I indulged in their music from time to time, had a poster or two, and then some, but I was nothing more than that. For Minnie though, she was about to explode. She's been following BTS pretty much since they started and it's been her dream to see them in concert. When we were teenagers, she would always end up ranting and dreaming about how one day she was going to go to a BTS concert and sit in the very front row and be noticed by them. I always laughed and said that it was almost impossible. I've always felt bad about telling her that her dream was impossible, but I just didn't want her to get too carried away.

She was what she called herself a "hardcore stan." Which, if I'm honest, sounds a little intense. I suppose it was an intense name for an intense fan. But hey, whatever makes her happy. I don't blame her though. They're a damn good band.

I started to space out as Minnie chittered on and on about what songs she wanted them to play, the dances she was going to dance, and how close she was going to be to the seven men.

"Thirteen year-old me would be dying right now if she knew!" She dramatically gasped.

I giggled and shook my head. I didn't really know of the band until I was sixteen.

I remember that's when their You Never Walk Alone album came out. I fell in love with Spring Day and then eventually the whole album. One thing led to another and suddenly I had a playlist of only K-Pop and found myself quite enjoying it.

I was nearing the end of the laundry basket when I noticed a bright red fabric tumble out with some underwear I had picked up.

I gasped, grabbing the skirt, holding it out. "No!"

Minnie stopped talking and looked at me. "What's wr- oh no," Her hand flew to her mouth.

"Fuck!" I said under my breath, holding the skirt to my chest.

I guess I accidentally threw the skirt in the dyer. Which meant it shrunk. A lot.

"Do you think you're still able to wear it?"

"I don't know..."

I took the skirt and walked to the small bathroom that sat beside the living room.

I took off my leggings, sliding the skirt into place. I adjusted it, sighed when I realized that it definitely had shrunk. It was way too short to wear now. I was going to wear it to the concert tonight. I looked fine if I was just standing still but the moment I moved, I would most likely flash everyone around me. And I don't think that this kind of skirt is ideal for a concert.