Will they want me

Chapter 1

Tissanne walked into the concert hall, heart thumping in her chest. The atmosphere was electric, a frenzied combination of anticipation and excitement. She felt like a tiny speck of dust in a vast ocean of bodies, all of them pressing forward, relentlessly, to the stage. It was overwhelming, and for a moment she wanted to turn and run, to escape the noise and the jostling of the crowd.

But she stayed. She’d promised her friend she’d go, and she was determined not to let her anxiety or her fear of crowds win. She fought against the tide of bodies, pushing her way toward the front of the stage.

The music was loud, reverberating through the space. She could feel the bass thumping in her chest and the frenetic energy of the performance. She stood to the side, trying to ignore the press of people, and watched as the band—BTS—took the stage.

The first one to enter was Namjoon. He was tall and handsome, with sharp features and dark eyes. He wore a white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of smooth, muscled chest. He stepped up to the microphone, and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.

Tissanne felt a flutter in her stomach as she watched him. He looked out into the crowd, his gaze sweeping across the faces, and for a moment their eyes locked. She felt her pulse quicken, and for a moment she thought he was looking right at her. But he quickly looked away, breaking the connection between them, and the moment was gone.

Tissanne felt herself blush as she watched the rest of the band take the stage. Jungkook was next, and Tissanne’s heart skipped a beat as she took in his sweet smile. He was dressed in tight jeans and a leather jacket, and she could feel her mouth turn up in a smile as he waved to the crowd.

Jimin came next, his bright, cheerful personality lighting up the stage. He wore a face full of makeup, and his hair was styled in an eye-catching way. He smiled and waved to the crowd, and they responded in kind, cheering and whistling.

J-Hope followed, greeting the crowd with a huge smile and a wave. He wore a bright red jacket and a matching pair of pants, and his eyes sparkled with joy as he waved to the audience. He seemed to be bursting with enthusiasm and love for the music.

Taehyung was the fourth member to take the stage. His eyes were a deep soulful brown, and he had a serious, almost solemn expression. He wore a white shirt and a black zipper jacket and seemed to be lost in his own world, lost in the music.

Suga was the last member to enter the stage, and Tissanne couldn’t help but gasp in admiration. He was tall and slim, with bright, intense eyes and a mischievous smile. He bounded up onto the stage, throwing his arms out wide and shouting something in Korean, and the crowd went wild.

Tissanne felt herself drawn to them, to the energy they radiated, the passion they brought to the stage. She felt a connection to them, a strange familiarity. She wanted to reach out and touch them, to feel the music coursing through her veins.

But the music was too loud, and the crowd was too chaotic, and soon she was lost in the sea of bodies, swept away by a wave of sound and light.

She stumbled forward, her feet moving on their own accord as she tried to keep up with the rest of the concertgoers. Tissanne could feel the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead, but she didn't care. She was lost in the moment, carried away by the music and the energy of the crowd.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned around to see who it was. It was a man, tall and lean, with dark hair that was slicked back from his forehead. He had a sly grin on his face, and Tissanne felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Hey there," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You look lost."

Tissanne felt her heart race as she looked up at him. He was handsome, in a dangerous sort of way, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him.