“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook! BTS!”
Yoongi stared in awe as Namjoon was up there with his members, performing some songs they had. Staring at Namjoon and his features, his long legs and his long arms. Man, he looked so good to hug and cuddle. Maybe he could get a job as a staff member. Taking his phone out, he started recording his friend and taking pictures. Fanboying on the inside of his head. He then couldn’t take it anymore and squealed like a fangirl, yelling out some lyrics. His friends giggled and recorded him, having fun with him. Yoongi saw Namjoon stare at him as he was singing his part in DNA, staring and smiling.
The song moved to Fake Love, one of Yoongis favorites after about 10 hours of listening to all of BTS’ songs. Looking around to see everyone standing and waving their signs, along with their lightsticks as he got up and ran to the gate, starting to fanboy all over again. This went on for a while before the concert had ended. Yoongi had been worn out, his voice gone and his cheeks bright red from smiling so much. Mars, Krystal and Yoongi all walked to where the stands where all the merch was, looking around. “You have to get an army bomb. It’s so cool!” Krystal gave Yoongi an army bomb that was priced at the table. Yoongi bought it and looked at it in awe, seeing how cool it was. “Wow. It lights up too?”
“In many different ways.”
He smiled and got excited, looking at more fan stuff to buy. “Oh! Here’s some artwork, I could buy you guys some.” He offered. Mars looked at Krystal then back at Yoongi, “I don’t want you to waste your money, Yoongi..”
“I won’t. Plus, you two are my friends.”
“We’ll pay you back.” Krystal said. Yoongi shook his head, “not necessary.” paying for some merch and giving it to his new friends. Wearing a jacket with everyone on it. Pulling out his phone, he saw some text messages from Namjoon.
Junie
Yoongiii
I hope you loved the concert!
I have a surprise for you, turn around.
Come on.
Turn around!
Yoongi looked around then saw the big screen with Namjoons face on it, staring at it. A big sign also saying ‘Happy Birthday, Min Yoongi’ on it. “Wow..” he said to himself. The fans looked around to see who Min Yoongi was, trying to figure out who he is. Seeing a male staring at the board in awe, they figured it out. Going up to him. “Min Yoongi!” they shouted. Yoongi snapped out of it and looked at all the fans, girls and boys surrounding him. “Hello! Um- yes, I’m Min Yoongi.”
“Are you related to Namjoon?” One of the fans asked. “N-no, I’m just his friend.”
“Are you guys dating?! Can I get an autograph?”
Yoongi got a bit overwhelmed from all the attention, walking off after signing a bunch of papers. Mars and Krystal followed him, “Yoongi, what happened?” Krystal had asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. Yoongi let out a breath, shrugging. “I guess I just got a bit overwhelmed from all the people surrounding me. It felt like I was being crushed.” Mars nodded. “I understand how you feel. I also have social anxiety, I don’t really like big crowds. Especially really big meetups.”
“How do you do it?” Yoongi asked. Krystal wrapped her arm around Mars’ shoulder, being a little bit taller than him. “I help him through it, if you feel very overwhelmed, all you can do is take deep breaths, in four, hold your breath for six seconds and then exhale that breath for eight seconds.”
“Thats nice to know. Thank you, Krystal.”
“You’re welcome. We’ll be on our way now, we need to go get some things for the apartment. We’ll see you later, Yoongi!” Yoongi said goodbye to his friends before getting his phone out, walking into his apartment. Sitting on the couch and calling his friend. Getting put on voicemail after a bit of calling. “Hey, Joon. I need you to check your phone if you get this. I have some..things to talk to you about, including..earlier today when you wished me a happy birthday. Thanks. Yoongi.” he hung up and tapped the armrest, turning on the television. Putting on a show he didn’t really watch and always put it on in the background, he laid down and looked at his phone, scrolling through twitter. Seeing hashtags going around saying ‘#MinYoongi??’ ‘#HappyBirthdayYoongi!!’ ‘#CAFÉYOONGI’. He laughed at the third one, clicking on it. Seeing his friends who took a picture with him. “You guys are cool.”
He screeched when Namjoon called, dropping his phone. He picked it up before answering. “Hello?”
“Yoongi! Look I got to talk to you about earlier. Fans are spamming us with DMs and twitter posts. Apparently, they all know you from the café you work at. Just be careful.” He sighed at the explanation, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I’ll be more famous than that time ITZY came in.”
“Yeah. What if BTS came in as a group?”
“I don’t know.”
A knock was heard on his door as he got up, walking over to the window as he looked out the curtain. “Oh..and many fans will want to know where you live. We call them sasaengs.”
“Sasaengs..? No wonder.”
Hearing a knock on the window, he freaked out and walked to his couch, hiding behind it. “Uh..help?”
“I think you need to get bodyguards to guard the store.”
“Namjoon, no. That’s way too much money, I am not getting bodyguards.”
“Oh! I know! You can be one of our managers, then you won’t have to deal with as many sasaengs as you need or should.” Yoongi groaned and boarded the door up with a chair. “Look, I doubt I can be a manager. Maybe a staff member, but a manager? I can’t even run my own store correctly.” Facepalming himself in his face, he stood and put Namjoon on speaker. “So whats the job for being a staff member?”
“Well..there are different ones, but maybe you get to help with our outfits. Oh! Be a stylist, you have really good fashion sense, you had some photoshoots, right?”
“Yeah..what about it?”
“You could show our CEO the photoshoots and maybe they’ll hire you! Apply on the website and maybe you’ll get an interview with the CEO!”
Yoongi liked the sound of being a stylist, thanking his friend before hanging up. Going on his laptop to find a job as a stylist. Finding one, he concentrated on his resumé as he looked at his photoshoot pictures, uploading them. “..and done.” he closed his laptop. Hoping the resumé goes through and he gets an interview.
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Fiksi PenggemarYoongi gets involved in Namjoons group after a talk at his café. Becoming their number one fan, and becoming part of their fandom. This is based on a roleplay I did with someone i used to be friends with years ago, but with my own little twist.
