Magnetic : CYJ

The Fansign:Her

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I fumbled and fidgeted with my hands, gripping my Freeze album nervously. I was near the end of the line, but I could see the boys from where I stood, speaking kindly and laughing with other MOAs.

What the hell am I doing here? I felt insane being here, and even more insane being as nervous as I was. I was 24 years old and standing in line to meet five beautiful K-pop boys.

My friends would laugh at me.

But honestly, as the line kept moving forward, and I got closer to the young men whose music saved me, I didn't really care.

I could see Soobin's happy, adorable smile as he high-fived a giggling MOA. I saw Taehyun's piercing gaze make another MOA blush as she gave him her album to sign. Kai's big smile lit up the face of a crying MOA as he comforted her. Beomgyu's baby face was making another MOA coo and tease him. And then there was him.

At the far end of the table sat the oldest. Choi Yeonjun. To say he was my bias would be an understatement.
The man's lips left me breathless as I watched them move smoothly while speaking to a blushing MOA.

I was so distracted by admiring the boys that I hardly noticed the line quickly moving forward until I was the next person to step to the table.

I snapped back to reality and hurriedly walked over to the first TxT member sitting at the table, handsome leader Soobin.

The young man was so tall that he made the table he was sitting at look like a child's table.

He beamed at me as I sat in front of him.

"Hello," he said in a friendly manner.
That voice sounded strangely familiar, as I had watched so many TxT YouTube videos in the past.

"Hi, Soobin," I said tilting my head and looking up at him, my voice dripping like honey.

His eyes widened slightly, probably a little shocked at how at ease I seemed greeting him, as was I.

I went on to ask him about his day, how practices were going, and complimenting him on his performances lately. I was only afforded two minutes for each member, as per the fan-sign rules, so I packed as much conversation with Soobin as I could before having him sign my album and moving to the next member.

I did so for the other three members, moving from an intense Taehyun to a glowing Kai and then to a pretty Beomgyu, easily gliding through smiles, giggles, and easy conversation with all of them.

I was truly surprised at how well I was handling meeting these idols. But it felt like I knew them and I didn't feel the need to be overly nervous once I was face to face with them.

They were kind and funny and made me feel like the only fan in the world when I was in front of them.

And then it was time to face him.

I slid into the chair in front of Yeonjun, my heart fluttering a bit.
My eyes met his and we looked at each other for what seemed like forever before he flashed me his wide smile.

I tilted my head, smiling slightly. "Hey, you," I let the words out slowly and softly so he would have to lean in to hear me.

"I like your hair like that," I pointed to his perfectly styled dark hair. It was styled off of his forehead, showing all of his smooth face.

His smile faltered as he processed the compliment and seemed to...blush?
That couldn't be right.

"Thank you. I like yours too. Your hair is really fluffy and beautiful." He seemed fascinated by my bright red afro , the curls surrounding my face.

"You can touch it if you want," the words escaped my confused lips before I could process what I just said to him.

I felt stupid for offering an idol to touch my hair. But to my genuine shock, he raised his hand and gently pulled at one individual cherry red curl , letting it bounce back to its place.

He smiled widely, giggling at the way it bounced.

"What's your name?" He asked, looking actually interested to know. "Y/n," I responded, never breaking eye contact as I let my name roll off my lips.

Our time was running out rapidly, so I quickly changed the subject and spoke with him a little more , before this magical moment would finally be over forever.

As I handed him my album to sign, he locked eyes with me and put one finger to his lips, a "sshhhh" motion.

I was confused, but watched as he signed his name on the back of my album, and then continued to write something else that looked like.....numbers? I couldn't really see it.

Before I could ask about it, it was time for me to leave the table and I took my album and flashed him a finger heart before turning to leave.

I followed the line of security guards showing MOAs where to exit the room, still internally cringing about the finger heart as I walked down the corridor.

I walked slowly down the long hall toward the exit where other MOAs had gathered, still teary-eyed and at awe with the experience they just had. I was about to reach the door when someone called my name loudly, startling me and causing me to turn in utter confusion.

Someone who seemed to be a staff member was jogging up to me, two security guards behind her. I started to wonder if I had done something bad.

"We need you to follow us," she said, partially out of breath.

"Why?" I asked hesitantly.

"Please ma'am, follow us." One of the tall, burly security guards spoke up now, stepping toward me.

He was intimidating, so I simply complied and began to follow them back up the long hall. We passed the big room where the fan sign was wrapping up and turned into another room.

This room was smaller, with a couch on the far end, a makeup area, and a small table with water, juices, and small refreshments.

I was confused. This looked like the waiting area where the boys probably got ready for the fansign.

I turned around to see the staff member and one of the guards retreating out the door, beginning to close it. "Wait here please," the staff member said before closing the door completely.

I was left in the silent room with the remaining security guard, who was eyeing me above his black mask.

I shuffled my feet and looked away awkwardly.

"May I sit?" I directed the question at him, hoping I could at least be comfortable while I waited for whatever was headed my way.

He nodded quickly without a word.
I sat on the soft black velvet couch, sinking into it slightly.

Not long after I sat, the door opened.

It was him.