Concert

Chapter 2

"Alright man. I'll catch y'all later." The bands guitarist, Jimin waved a goodbye to Taehyung and Namjoon.

Taehyung felt his phone vibration in his back pocket, but decided to let it go until he was in the privacy of his car. He continued to load up the tour bus and make small talk with Namjoon.

The band's been together for three years now. The four guys gets along together well. Namjoon, being the lead singer, Jimin on guitar, Jungkook plays the keyboard and helps out with remixes, and Taehyung the drummer. It started as a
fun time in high school, but got serious as they entered
their twenties and realized they wanted to make music
their career. They all took a one year course at a
community college in their hometown, Rockland, Maine,
and then set up a record deal by the time they were
twenty-two. Namjoon's sister manages it all, at least that's
what they pay her for.

Over time the band 'Four Guys And Some Tunes' became
very popular all over North America. There's been
arguments-a lot-but the four of them wouldn't have life
any other way. They're making good money, and plan to
stop touring by the time they reach thirty. Taehyung thought
about going back to college then, maybe to be some sort of
dentist. An orthodontist maybe. He's got a secret
obsession with teeth, not that he's ever admit it to anyone.

"Dude, are you even listening to me?" Namjoon asked as he
closes the final storage door.

"Sorry, spaced out. What's up?"

"I think my phone dropped when I did that stupid flip. I'm
gonna go check over the stage and shit. You can leave."

"Okay, hope you find it bro." Taehyung gave him a bro-hug and headed out the back doors of the huge arena.

His sleek black Lamborghini was parked closest to the
door, next to Namjoon's white dodge truck. Taehyung slipped into his car and buckled himself. Before turning on the engine, he pulled out his phone. His dark eyebrows furrowed when he read the text message--from Namjoon-on his screen. Hoping it was just Namjoon screwing with him, Taehyung types a quick reply.

Uh, yeah? Who is this?

The worst thoughts were running through his brain. What
if some fans picked the phone up before leaving? Namjoon
doesn't have a password, and Taehyung knows how many
conversations and pictures dealing with the band are on
there. Emails, text messages, call logs.

Luckily, the mystery person~-who was hopefully Namjoon-
replied back.

Im Jisoo. I found his phone at a concert. It belongs to Namjoon whatever. Do you know how I could get in contact with him? Perhaps through another band-mate?

Taehyung let out a small chuckle. She obviously didn't know
that she was already talking to a fellow band-mate. He also
liked the fact that Jisoo' seemed to not know Namjoon's last
name, which means she must not be a batshit crazy fan.

Lol, I'm the drummer. I can tell him bout this when I see him tomorrow, he can suffer a bit until then.

Shit that's cruel, but hey drummer :) sorry I didn't know that before, I got dragged to your concert by some friends hahah 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hey Jisoo. Whatever, no worries, not everyone likes our tune. Did you at least have a fun time?

Taehyung didn't know why, but he enjoyed talking to Jisoo already. Maybe because it was something new, and she didn't care about the whole band thing.

Kim Jisoo, I did have a good time, Kim Taehyung. It wasn't half bad.

Well, thanks 🤣

When the girl didn't reply, Taehyung decided to start his car and drive the first five minutes to the hotel. He parked in the private parking lot and locked up . The paparazzi was swarming near the front door, and Taehyung felt grateful there was a private doors around the back. He did love the fame sometimes , but on late nights he didn't like it.

Taehyung took a heat filled shower and scrubbed his whole body down. After a show with a lot of people, he always felt grubby and gross. Not to mention the sweat that coats his body from the light brights from the stage. Once he popped out of the shower and was drying his hair, a message popped up on the screen.

So, I can't sleep. And I'm not sure why I'm texting you tbh... are you awake?

I'm up, just go to the hotel and showered...what's up?

My two friends are sleeping and I'm on this damn love seat staring at the ceiling, you?

Laying in bed wondering why I'm glad you texted me.

Taehyung but the bullet and showed his slight feelings. He didn't know why he liked texting her , but he wasn't going to have a hell time figuring it out.