Miyeon stared at the person in confusion, her black hair sticking to her darker skin in sweaty clumps.
This concert wasn't exactly in an ideal location, but she wanted to see a live TXT performance and decided to deal with the hot atmosphere.
I mean, nothing is hotter than five attractive men that play their own instruments and have angelic voices, right?
The roach fan turned toward Miyeon slowly, staring deeply at her face as if she was a new masterpiece at an art exhibition.
"You'll see." The creepy fan replied, smiling and handing her a piece of paper and leaving the area.
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Her first instinct was to throw the piece of paper away or drop it onto the grass below her, but she decided to place it into her right front pocket for now.
She was wearing a black crop-top, black shorts, black fishnets, and black combat boots. Nothing crazy, but she made sure her few tattoos were on display.
Miyeon pulled her hair into a ponytail before squeezing as much as she could through the crowd toward the stage. She wanted to see her favorite band up close.
Looking around the stage, she didn't see anything but a dimmed purple light.
They must not be ready yet.
The girl sighed, pulling out her phone.
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BESTIE😼: OH YOU LITTLE BITCH
BESTIE😼: HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO A TXT CONCERT ??
BESTIE😼: KNOWING DAMN WELL IMMA SIMP FOR YEONJUN
MIYEON😽: I KNOW IM SORRY read;10:32pm
MIYEON😽: WHY ARE YOU NOT REPLYING ?? read; 10:33pm
MIYEON😽: wooyoung pls
BESTIE😼: nah lmao im pissed
BESTIE😼: like u act like im not literally in love with this group
BESTIE😼: I LITERALLY GOT YOU INTO THEM ??????????
BESTIE😼: honestly bitch the betrayal i am witnessing rn
BESTIE😼: like
BESTIE😼:
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MIYEON😽: okay but listen right
MIYEON😽:
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BESTIE😼: NDJSJDKWKCOWKSMAL
BESTIE😼: WHAT THE FCUK ???
BESTIE😼: WHERE DID YOU FET THIS PHOTO ??????@:$/$
BESTIE😼: HELLO ??? MIYEON ?? read; 11:04pm
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Miyeon didn't mean to leave Wooyoung dry mid-conversation like that, but when she heard the screams of the fans around her, she couldn't help but focus on the stage instead of her cellphone.
Her eyes quickly found her favorite band member.
Choi Beomgyu.
She found his long hair rather fitting, his heavy eyeliner giving him the ultimate grungy look. Miyeon studied his outfit like it was her final test of the semester.
Beomgyu's hand fell against the sides of his checkerboard ripped jeans as he walked towards the side of the stage, a blue electric guitar hanging above his stomach by the strap around his shoulder.
Holy-
"I'M GONNA FUCKING DIE!!" A fan screamed right next to her.
Beomgyu chuckled into the microphone, causing that same fan to literally lose her balance. "BITCH HE HEARD ME???"
The crowd started screaming yet again, shifting everyone's focus back onto the stage.
But this time was different.
He was different.
Choi Yeonjun was the last member to walk onto the stage, his black hair pushed back just enough to show his new eyebrow piercing.
The crowd was now basically mesmerized.
He wore a flashy, bright red jacket over a black muscle tee and ripped jeans — a look nobody had seen him in before. Everything about his presence tonight was different.
His lips curled into a sly, mischievous smile before he walked directly to the center of the stage while carrying his matching red guitar.
And the show began.
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