BTS's little crazy gift

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In the emotions of the fans they all cheered to be this close to their idols was a dream. But for them just seeing her was more than enough.

A person longed to be held and to them there was no other option then to comply. The warm she provided was all they ever needed. Their eyes couldn't lie, even if they lied to themselves thousands of times it was all the same, 'we love you'.

Without thinking twice, it happens so fast and suddenly a pair of arms reached out and then held her. Army's screamed and cheered yet for some reason confusion was also laced in their voice. Kim Yoora was on the stage were the idols were preforming.

The singing continued yet it was different the usual energy was back and the dances became new. The concert hall became warm and joyful. Army didn't care, all the fans cheered. So what if it wasn't them there instead? The atmosphere was like home the smiles widened and their eyes were full of the love for music and their fans.

The concert continued like usual but it wasn't a normal one Kim Yoora felt as home. Her tears didn't stop but that didn't stop her from singing and dancing, the pounding in her heart the rush of adrenaline long gone, all she knew was....

'I'm home'

But why was this feeling here? Why did she feel so at home in a place she could only dream of?  A place way out of her reach? Her safe place, the one place her heart was warm?

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The concert was long finished but the stage was still occupied by them eight people. Unknowingly they ended up together, all of their arms overlapped each other's.

"Why..." it was the first words she said as she broke away from them.

"Why do I feel at home with you?"

Silence

"You have all given me a reason to smile, to love, to cry, you all give me a purpose to live...but why do you show me this kindness this warmth?"

Her tears never stopped she could hear her voice breaking but she didn't care she wanted answers.

Between themselves they didn't know what to do. Travels the truth and accept the conclusion or to say a beautiful lie to keep her smiling. Both options were equally tempting but only one person would make the decision.

"Kim Yoora, Remember."

It only took those few words. Three words that would bring hell and heaven. But it was too late. If tears were a disease they would already have it. Unknowingly they all were in tears.