❤I never even dreamt of seeing him from my bare eyes in my whole life...But knowing him from this close was something that I will never forget...
❤"Y/n...Let's go to Seoul with me." He said...his eyes glistening with tears and face showing immense...
I was not able to keep myself calm...because tomorrow the day was about to finally come for which I have been eagerly waiting for.
All my life the moment which I have been wanting to witness.
It was a nice feeling though...but still I was a bit tensed about everything.
I want everything to go well as I pray for a happy and peaceful concert.
It was night time and I was not able to sleep because of all the excitement that was building up in my stomach.
A lot of thoughts were coming into my mind constantly which were making my mind a mess.
How do they all look in real life?
How do they gonna look tomorrow?
What Taehyung will be wearing tomorrow?
How does his angelic face look in real life ?
How does each and every freckle on his face look like?
Will he be doing all the amazing singing and dancing in front of me?
What if he notices me?
What if he talks to me?
What if he let me hug him?
I wonder how does his touch feel like and how does he smell?
All these thoughts were making me so impatient and I just couldn't wait for tomorrow evening.
The trail of all these thoughts kept coming into my mind and I didn't know when sleep took over me.
Sleep y/n...otherwise they'll be scared seeing you there...with eyebags like THE NUN.
*****
Finally...The day came for which I was so excited for. Today was finally the concert of BTS in my city.
I was thrilled to bits since the morning...because somehow I arranged to buy tickets for the concert in the front rows.
I wore a yellow dress which was upto my knees...put on light makeup with mascara and my favourite coral shiny lip gloss...left my hair open after curling them in waves and finally wore my black high heels.
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