Fan Boy (VMinKook FF)

Chapter 2 - Winner

Jungkook

Dae bak! Today is the day!

My eyes snapped open and I quickly checked the time on my phone. Damn, 5.36 am. Why did I wake up so early? There's still so many hours to go!

I checked the Weverse announcements and VLive app to see if I had missed anything overnight, but there was nothing new. Alright. I can do this. Only 6 hours and 22 minutes to go. Piece of cake.

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This is pure torture! How do fans manage to wait for a concert, let alone this, without losing their minds?!

I had spent most of the morning completing tasks that I had grudgingly put off for the last week, such as folding and putting away clean clothes, scrubbing the baked on explosion inside my oven, and sorting through the mammoth pile of junk emails on my computer.

But when I rechecked the time, it was only 10.23 am. Agggh! I can't stand this waiting!

I started circling the living room and after about my 30th lap, I began to feel dizzy. Get a grip Jungkook! Sit your desperate ass down and breathe.

I collapsed on the sofa and sighed loudly. Someone please put me out of misery.

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The time had finally come.

My heart was beating out of my chest as I watched the clock countdown.

Dae bak! One minute! One minute to go! Okay okay. Breathe Jungkook breathe.

I stood up and shook my hands in front of me; trying to get the blood circulating better. Because at that moment, I felt like the oxygen wasn't reaching my brain.

Woah. Calm down. You're going to pass out if you keep this up.

I started breathing deeply through my nose and slowly my mind began to clear.

Okay, good. Keep breathing. That's it. That's it.

I glanced at the clock again and it was only 20 seconds to go.

Oh shit! It's happening! It's happening!

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One new email.

OMG! There's an email! This is it! The moment of truth!

I quickly clicked on the link and waited for it to load. Hurry up! Stupid, bloody internet!

"I should stop being such a tight ass and upgrade to a connection that actually loads things when I need it to," I muttered in frustration.

By the time the page finally loaded, my nerves were in tatters. Please, let this be it. Let this be my chance.

And as my eyes scanned the page, I gasped. It can't be!

Congratulations Jeon Jungkook you are an official winner in BTS' upcoming fan meet.

Please check below for further details.

I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming and this is all some cruel joke. I'm going to wake up any minute now.

I pinched my arm and the pain snapped me back to reality. Shit, pabo! That hurt. I thought as I rubbed the sore spot that was now starting to show evidence of a tiny bruise.

"So that means..."

I re-read the first line and it all sank in.

No

Freaking

Way!

DAE BAKKKKKKKKK!!!!! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! OMG! I'M GOING TO MEET BT-MOTHER FUDGING-SSSSSSS!!!!!

ME! JEON JUNGKOOK! IN THE SAME ROOM! BREATHING THE SAME AIR!

I sprang to my feet and started running frantically on the spot with my hands fisted in the air, giggling hysterically.

Anyone walking past at that moment would have thought I had won the mega lottery. But let's be honest, meeting BTS is better than winning any lottery.

I love my life! I love it so much! Thank you Namjesus! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!

After what was probably a solid 10 minutes of quite intense celebrating, I sat back down and read through the remaining details.

- One hour limit, no exceptions.

I need to make every second count. Maybe if I write down some questions, I won't waste so much time looking like a nervous pabo.

- Compulsory physical screen prior to the meeting.

Physical? What are they going to do? Frisk me?

- No tolerance for aggression or violence towards any member of staff.

If anyone even thinks about hurting any of them, I'm going to break them in two! Especially if it's my little Chim Chim. He's too small to defend himself.

- No recording BTS members, including pictures, video, or audio.

How will I save enough mental energy to remember all the details? What if Jin does his iconic windscreen-wiper laugh, or I get a glimpse of Jimin's eye smile?! Or V's boxy one?! Oh god, what if I have an accident and get amnesia?! I won't remember meeting them at all. Argh! I can't think about it!

- No exchange of personal information with BTS members, including phone numbers, email, or private social media accounts.

Wahhh, imagine that. Some lucky people actually get to be friends with those mythical creatures...

- No physical contact with BTS members.

Damn. That's depressing. Not even a handshake...or a bro hug. It's like viewing them in a museum. You can look but you can't touch.

- No questions relating to sensitive material, such as sexual orientation or current relationship status.

Well, that's oddly specific. I wonder whether they are all in relationships or something. Actually, now that I think about it, I reckon Jin is engaged already. He seems very domestic.

- No provocative dress code.

Ha! Unless they think oversized tees and baggy pants is provocative.

After 20 minutes, I finally reached the end of the email and it contained the time and place of the fan meet at the bottom; BigHit Entertainment building at 11 am.

Looks like I have one week to get my shit together. I should work out. Can't lose my definition now.

I quickly dressed in my workout gear and grabbed a towel, before rushing out the door to my car.

On my way to the gym, I pondered the coming week.

Aish. I hope I make a good impression. I hope they like me. I guess only time will tell.