We stand at the airport exit, and as the automatic doors slide open, a deafening roar fills the air. Outside, a massive crowd of fans is pressed against the barricades, screaming, waving signs, and trying to catch a glimpse of Marcus and Martinus.
"Holy shit," Marcus mutters, staring wide-eyed at the sea of people.
Martinus looks just as stunned. "Ryan, what's going on?" he asks, glancing over at Ryan, who's already reaching for his phone.
Ryan shakes his head in confusion. "I don't know. They weren't supposed to know we'd be here now." He quickly dials a number, his voice tense as he starts speaking into the phone.
I stand there, eyes wide, taking it all in. The excitement and energy radiating from the fans are almost overwhelming. "Is this everyday life?" I ask Marcus, still in awe of the crowd.
He glances at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "Kinda," he says, without hats or sunglasses to hide behind, his face fully exposed to the flashing cameras and eager eyes. "But this is... bigger than usual."
Ryan ends his call, turning to us. "Security's on their way, but we need to move. Stick close." His voice is calm, but there's an edge of urgency as he waves for us to follow.
The crowd outside is growing louder, their excitement spilling into the airport as they push against the barricades. Fans are screaming Marcus and Martinus's names, some jumping up and down, their phones raised high in the air, trying to capture the moment.
Marcus stays close to me as we step out. No hats, no sunglasses—just him and Martinus, fully exposed to the adoring crowd. The fans surge forward as soon as they see us, and for a second, it feels like the energy might become too much.
"Who is that girl?!" some of the fans scream, their voices cutting through the noise like sharp knives. My heart skips a beat, a sudden jolt of anxiety flooding my system. I'm a nobody. The thought echoes in my mind, and for a split second, I want to shout it back at them—to tell them that I don't belong here, that I'm just me.
But I don't.
Instead, I walk closely with the others, staying in step with Marcus, Ryan, and Martinus. The black van waiting for us feels like a beacon of safety in this chaotic moment, and all I want is to get inside and away from the prying eyes and flashing cameras.
"Just keep moving," Marcus murmurs, his voice calm and steady. He glances over at me, giving me a reassuring nod, and I can feel the tension ease slightly, though my heart is still racing.
The fans press even closer, some stretching their arms toward us, desperate to make contact with the boys. I can feel their eyes on me, the whispers growing louder, and it takes everything in me not to look back.
We reach the van, and Ryan swings the door open in one swift motion. "Get in," he orders, his tone sharp but protective.
I don't hesitate. I climb in first, sliding across the seat to make room for Marcus and Martinus. The door slams shut behind us, cutting off the roar of the crowd outside, and suddenly, it's just the four of us in the quiet of the van.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Do they always get like that?" I ask, my voice shaky, still trying to process the chaos outside.
"Pretty much," Martinus replies, leaning his head back against the seat. His usual calm demeanor is a little rattled, but he's handling it better than I am.
"Sorry about that," Marcus says, turning to me with an apologetic smile. "I guess you weren't expecting a welcome like that."
I laugh nervously. "Yeah, not exactly what I had in mind."
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Flickering Sparks
FanficY/N had always expected her 18th birthday to be simple - just a small celebration at the childcare center in the city with her friends, the closest thing to family she had ever known. But when Jocelyn, the care worker who had been there since the be...
