Love hits hard.

9 D-day is here.

To say you are excited is an understatement. You have stayed off social media so that you can see it first hand. Your friends call just as you are entering the lobby. "You are gonna have the best time today. Make sure to take pictures and make friends with those around you." they are enjoying the road trip so far. "Could you call a taxi for me please?" you say to the receptionist. The girls go quiet, and one asks, "A taxi, isn't your dad going to drop you off," her voice a little snooty. You hadn't told them about the surprise your dad sprung on you yet. "Well, I'm at a hotel that my dad arranged for me. I will send you a picture later, I don't wanna be late for sound check. " The girls are not mean, but group mentality is a real thing. They were your high school class mates, they became closer to you after your mum and moon passed away, but you wouldn't call them in a crisis. In truth, it was only Moon you would want to call, but no time to dwell, you are going to your favourite artists concert and you are going to have the best time.

The taxi, what can you say, its not the cleanest or has the most appealing fragrance. When you exit, you feel like the musty smell still lingers around you. A little body mist and waiting in the parking lot, this gentle breeze should have it blown off you in no time. The atmosphere is buzzing, the fans all form lines and hold hands, its sweet, and a true reflexion of what the fandom is about. Love. Entering in, they scan your ticket, error. they try again, ding. you get through. The actual fear you had just then, hands all sweaty. Walking past the merch lines, you don't have the money for it, your head down and find your way to your seat. Once you arrive you see someone in your seat. Fuck what if they have some how got my ticket cloned and i wont actually get to stay, maybe that's why it showed error at the gate. Panic rising and the fear building again, you politely say, "i think your in my seat!" The tall blonde girl, looks you up and down, then at her ticket and then the seat. with a high pitched voice and fake sarcastic tone she says, "oh, i didn't think you would mind, my friends have the seats on either side and i m behind, so maybe you could take my seat and let my friends and i sit together, huh?" you consider it for a moment, after all its about love and all being together to support the artist, right. "usually i would but, you know what, i worked hard for my ticket, and even harder to get this ticket, so if you don't mind, i would like to have my seat, not yours" you smile and its genuine, her fake ass smiles cracks and her whole face changes. With a huff and a lot of acting she gets out of your seat and climbs over to hers. The three of them start talking about you, and there's no way you don't hear it. "its only a seat, don't know why she's so pressed about it, i would do it for her, she's not a real fan" they go on for about fifteen minutes and then tire themselves out.

You are near one of the corners of the stage. There's a set of stairs in front of you. You snap a video, a 360 of the area, when you turn around the girls, in an overly dramatic way, hide their faces, "i didn't ask to be recorded," the blonde lets out a sigh. They aren't for letting it go. But you don't actually care. There is another fan in front of you that has handed you a little gift bag. "hey, im also on my own, i made bags for the people around me, here" you are blown away by her kindness. you get to talking and she said, "you handled they girl group well, they are kind of obnoxious" you smile and talk a little more, turns out her friends were all in for going with her to the concert but bailed last minute, so she had to sell the tickets, which wasn't a problem, but she didn't add anything on to the price, "they are already expensive and I'm not one for taking more than i give." she reminds you of your childhood friend.

Its starting. The crowed cheers and Yoongi appears. You try to stay calm, but he's right there on stage in front of you and there is no stopping the woops and cheers that you let out. The aura that he emits, is out of this world, he cool and fucking beautiful. Why, fucking why is he that good looking, you were prepared for it, all you have done is look at his pictures, listen to his music but being here and seeing him in person hits in ways you haven't planned on. He moves on to the next song and the crowd are amped up even more, light sticks matching the beat. Your so into this and the fan in front is too. That's when you feel a sharp pain on your crown, then another, before your legs start to shake and your vision gets blurry. The girls either side of you, seem to have moved away, and you reach out to the fan in front, only lightly do your fingers catch her t shirt, she feels it and turns round, just to witness you fall. Lights out, sound off.