Under the lights tonight || Park Jimin

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There I stood, besides my best friend, Stella, on the H line on our way home. I worked at "Stella do we really have to go to this concert tonight?" I huff, crossing my arms as the train speeds. We had finally gotten off of work, me from the little boutique and her from the hotel down the street. There is plenty of places I would rather be going tonight but Stella was begging me to go.

"Of course we have to," Stella practically shouts and everyone in the subway car looks at us, "I won these tickets from the radio station! Front row for BTS!"

I rolled my eyes, "Alright." Of course, I knew who BTS is, I was a huge fan when I moved here, I was a huge fan from the debut but you got less interested over the years. Stella has been obsessed since the moment I introduced her to them.

"You used to love them," Stella huffed as the train pulled to a stop, "Why aren't you more excited Ana?"

"It's just that," I paused as I followed Stella off the train, "I think we're too old." I am too old to be so invested in a group like I was, of course, I still listen to their music but I didn't follow them as much.

"Too old?" Stella shouted again, once again not having any sense of volume control.

"Yes Stella," You went up the stairs following behind Stella, "We're 23! Don't you think that's too old to be obsessed with some boy group?"

We get to the top of the stairs outside the station when Stella pulls me to this side, "They aren't even boys anymore! You know that." I rolled my eyes, I mean sure most of the group was a few years older than me except for Jungkook who was only a few months older than me but the same age.

"Whatever Stella." I rolled my eyes, not wanting to argue anymore. We walked down the pavement since we lived on the same block. That's how we met in high school, we took the same train to school and she was the first person to talk to me when I was a new student. We were going to get ready for the concert at my house. I live in a brownstone In Brooklyn with my aunt Mae, who had taken over as my mother since mine had passed away. She may be the adult but sometimes I think I'm watching after her, she just has such a young spirit for being almost 50. She's eccentric and wild, living on the remaining funds from my uncle, who was some hotshot realtor worth millions. She spends her days at farmers' markets or the pottery studio. We stop outside the old building and I unlock the gate, letting Stella in before me. She heads up the steps and I follow her.

I move to get my key but instead, Stella pushes the door open, "Mae must've left it unlocked again." She shrugs and walks in.

"Of course she did," I roll my eyes as Stella slips her shoes off and onto the rack, "Aunt Mae? You can't keep leaving the door unlocked like that!" I shout, slipping my shoes onto the rack and sliding my jacket off.

"Hi, Mae!" Stella shouts into the house hanging her jacket on the hook beside mine before heading off into the house as if she lives here, probably to get a snack or something like she normally does.

There was some ruckus further in the house, "Sorry Ana," My aunt's voice echoes as she comes down the hall, "Must've forgot when I came back from the studio."

"You can't keep doing that." I shook my head as she wiped her hands on her apron, "What are you baking? Or making?" I cock my head to the side, examining the apron covered with god knows what but it was multicolored. We walked back into the house to the kitchen.

"Well it started with me baking," Aunt Mae sighed, "Then I thought about making dinner so I'm making some kind of new dish I thought of, it's gonna be lamb skewers but fried and," She pauses, "Oh well you'll see what I mean." She cuts her rambles off, returning to behind the counter and working on whatever she was making.