Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think your bestie would get you tickets to BTS's world tour for your birthday. "OMG..no you didn't" you squealed in excitement. "Look at the ticket again you old fart, read it clearly" she laughed. "No... no... omg you didn't!, no you fucking didn't!" This time crying, she knew how much of a fan you were and that you'd been a bit down on your luck lately so she went all out and bought the VIP Front and Centre tickets for you both.
The night had finally arrived, you were all dressed up looking your absolute best. Hair and make done, nails done, you looked hot! Like really hot, there was this glow about you that you hadn't seen in a very long time. "Babe are you ready to go? Our Uber is here" your best friend yells from the front door, "Coming!!" You squeal.
The Uber pulls up outside the concert venue and there are people everywhere, a sea of people covered in purple and all looking amazing. You've always said BTS has the best looking fans, young and old alike. There are fans of every age scattered around looking for the correct entrances to get inside, you find the VIP section just to the side of the main door, the line is smaller and more intimate then the others. You're so excited and giggly at the fact your section is roped off and has it's own security guard, it's cute, but then your anxiety sets in when you see how young and gorgeous looking the rest of the attendees are compared to you. Your bestie sees the change in your demeanor, "Honey don't even, you are fucking hottie and can take any of the girls on, you're a sexy noona! The boys will love you looking up at them." Noona? Shit she's actually been learning some lingo!.
Your section is allowed inside and your allocated seat is literally front and centre, right smack bang in the middle of the stage in the front row. The lights go down and the music starts blaring, you're screaming and jumping and BTS launch up through the stage along with a blast of fireworks. As they start to sing and dance and move about the stage you start to feel more free and let go yourself, dancing and singing the best you can in Korean. Even your best friend is super hyped up and she's not a fan what so ever. They come closer to the front of the stage and scoot across the VIP section each waving and blowing finger hearts at you all, Yoongi however hovers and stays in front of you longer then the others do. You look up at him and you swear he's looking at you, but no he couldn't be, you look around at all the young screaming females next to you thinking he's looking at them, but when you turn back he's still there crouched down rapping his part right to you.
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Yoongi: Front and Centre
FanfictionGetting front row seats at your favorite bands concert is an amazing opportunity . But getting the chance to be front and centre and then being picked out of the audience by your bias is a once in a lifetime. What's happens next is what dreams and...