vegas, baby.

vegas, baby. 2.

Nerves stirred in your chest right under where you were holding your baby girl. Following close behind the undercover security guard, Branson, you were headed out to the crowds at the Allegiant Stadium with twenty minutes until showtime. Three team members walked around you, all of them dressed in similar, casual style so as to not draw attention to your group. As promised, you had given Branson a new t-shirt with Jimin's face on it, getting a laugh out of him, reminding him of old times. He pulled it over his head with joy, having you take a funny picture of him to send to Jimin who always loved this long running joke of yours.

Behind you, a loving hand held onto your shoulder. Turning toward her, your old friend Sunita, or Sunny, was heading out of the arena with you.

"Oh my gosh!" You gasp, seeing her now for the first time in a long time. Sunny giggles, then pulls you into a hug, the others pausing for a second while you have your moment.

"I was cleaning up when you got here, we've been busier than ever doing these shows everywhere... It's so incredible to see you," She sighs, then rests a hand to your baby girl's head, "She's beautiful, and getting so big." Smiling wider than before, you thank her and offer her your daughter who's eyes were boggling over the stunning woman before you, your long term stylist best friend who broke into the professional industry thanks to BTS. Sunny had been struggling for years to make it big, then one summer night a simple phone call changed both of your lives forever.

"You hold onto her," Sunny smiles her wide trademark grin, "This is your night, spend every moment with her." Bouncing your girl, you nod, then you pout your lip.

"My arms will be tired in an hour," You whisper, laughing with Sunny who agreed to take her from you when you needed a break. Branson waved a hand, egging the two of you on to continue your reunion as you toured the stadium.

There were five in your group, not counting your mini. Branson led you guys around the 'long way', he called it, so you weren't seen coming out of a backstage area.

The moment you saw members of ARMY come into view was the moment tears began to well in your eyes. Sunny noticed, snaking a hand underneath one of your arms to hold you close, walking directly side by side with the woman who was half a foot taller than you. From your front, your girl coo's happily, finally satisfied with some visual stimulation she was being deprived of in the plain halls. There were bright lights, there were concessions, shops, bars, and signs with the guys' handsome faces on them. The further you walked inside the thicker the crowd had gotten, but it wasn't making you nervous... It was oddly comforting. The chatter and excitement was fueling your own, and seeing ARMY's smiling faces got you smiling, knowing that that was the boy's only wish. Their ARMY's happiness.

Admiring the creative outfits and costumes the fans pulled together, you and Sunny reminisce together with a look, not needing to say too much, but remembering the days you'd spend hours planning concert outfits together.

"Anything you have planned to do?" Branson asks without an ounce of impatience. His smile is small, just happy to have you back around to get him away from the chaos the guys liked to cause backstage. The five of you have come to a stop beside a shop of merchandise that was flooded with young fans reaching left and right, and up and down, for their bias's merch.

"Dada!" Your girl shouted, looking in the same direction as you, "Daaa, daaa, dadada..." The group begins to laugh as she continues to babble the syllables she struggled with for forever, but suddenly now loved to say.

"Well," You remain calm, "You heard the girl." Joining in the laughter you nod toward the shop and the posters decorated with her daddy's face.

"You don't know this yet, but it's a secret," You whisper to her for no one else to hear, "You have the coolest dad ever... but nobody knows."