Girl undercover [BTS fanfiction]

Late

"Home sweet home!" I shouted as I rammed through the front door, joyously prancing about my living room. "Room sweet room!" I exclaimed as i hopped up the stairs and burst into my bedroom. "BED SWEET BED!" I hollered the loudest of the triptych finale, as i flung myself on the queen sized duvet that sunk in to encase half my body in comfort.

Three times the charm eh?

HEHEHEHE yeP!

I was about to doze off into dreamland when I heard a faintly familiar 'look here' by bts ringtone ring to my right.

Groaning in irritation, I lazily felt around the bedside table for my phone before clicking the green button to receive the call.

"Hello?" I asked as politely as how a dead tired person that was woken up would ask. I rolled to my other side as the caller started speaking.

The noise in the background made it really difficult to hear what the caller was saying. So after requesting for a repetition for about 3 times, I finally heard my best friend, Orlanda-

Wait no. Oh god here we go again 🙄

Also known as Orlando, also known as kwon inah, also known as-

Can we please move on from the AKAs?!

As you wish, lefty.

So you get the point. Anyway, she was literally screaming her head off and I had to put a fair distance of thirty centimeters between my poor ear and the phone.

"Calm down, Orlanda. Calm thy tits."

"HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN YOU AREN'T HERE YET?!"

"Aww, I'm touched! You miss me?"

"Da fuck? No! Where the hell are you? Please tell me that you're on the way already! They are starting in fifteen minutes!"

"Uhm...what?"

"HELLO~? BTS' concert, live in Seoul stadium! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO OFFERED ME THE DAMN TICKETS TO GO WITH YOU!"

Then it dawned upon me, and hit me like a flying brick square in the face.

'Bout time. I remembered it but nobody asked me.

I wasn't talking to you, righty.

"OH SHIT!"

"Oh so now you realize?!"

I turned towards the wall clock that hung in my bedroom. It read 5.45pm.

"IM SORRY WAIT FOR ME I'LL BE THERE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE!" I screamed as I hung up without bothering to hear her reply.

HOW COUL I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY PRECIOUS BTS?!

I dashed towards the bathroom connected to my bedroom and took a quick shower so that I wouldn't smell like a secret agent who had been up for the past 15 hours that flew to Rome and back to assassinate some guy.

That, was the exact discription of what we just did.

Anyway, I showered at lightning speed and dashed out of the bathroom, furiously drying my wet hair as I stepped out.

Then I almost flew to my walk in wardrobe-slash-dressing room to pick out a good outfit with my left hand whilst juggling the task of using the hairdryer with my right hand.

All in hopes of looking good if noticed by BTS. Let me reiterate 'IF'.

After pulling on a white jumper that printed 'bad girl' in bold black on it, a pair of black shorts, and a spiky black hair tie on my wrist-just in case I needed to tie my gold-dyed locks-I grabbed my white sling bag with my phone, wallet and mini gadget pouch already in it and made a mad dash run to my garage.

I can't believe you forgot to check how on fleek you were!

Oh no! Oh well nevermind.

I wish I could fly Vella my fighter jet over there right now, because it would take the least time out of all my transportation modes available. But it would just look so odd and there wasn't enough space to park her in an abandoned building's car park near the event venue that I already pinpointed my vehicle hideout location.

I still can't get over how you named every single vehicle you own.

I love my vehicles, what can I say?

Since I couldn't fly over in three minutes on Vella, I decided to take Jay, my neon blue imported sports car. With this road restriction, I can only reach in twenty minutes, minimum.

Damn. I WHY DIDN'T I REMEMBER?! It's bangtan, for god's sake! My favorite boy group 😭

Stepping hard on the gas pedal, I reversed Jay and drove out of the garage, not forgetting to press a few buttons on my phone to lock up my house because KISA provides me with the best technology ever! I own the unannounced iPhone 9😉.

Forgive my idiotic chum, righty. KISA stands for Korea International Spy Agency. I'm sure she was dumb enough to overlook the fact that you have no idea what was happening in our daily life because the story just started not too long ago.

Oh yeah, sorry about that...HEY! I'M NOT IDIOTIC! IM JUST ACADEMICALLY CHALLANGED 😠it's not my fault I'm the right side of my brain!

So after I reached the site of disembark-ment, I skillfully parked jay and hopped off, sprinting towards Seoul stadium.

I came to an immediate halt I front of an extremely pissed off Orlanda.

"FINALLY YOU'RE HERE! The concert started twenty five minutes ago!"

"I'm so so so so SOOO sorry. I totally forgot about it plus the bus broke down half way and made me wait an extra ten minutes! Thank you for waiting for me!" I lied. But still, the apology was sincere: No fangirl should be deprived of twenty five minutes of her favorite group's concert. Yet I just took it away from her. I feel bad for even forgetting.

"I'm thankful that you didn't come any later. Now come on! I bought the light stick bombs for both of us already!Consider it repayment." Orlanda said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the entrance, where we showed our VVIP tickets to two guards that looked at us with the 'you're late as hell WTH' look but they still allowed us in, nonetheless.

Again, I must thank KISA for bestowing upon myself these two VVIP tickets because they are expensive. REALLY EXPENSIVE.

You mean, you must thank KISA for giving you the tickets after you begged so unashamedly for it.

Either way, Orlanda still thinks that I bought them, and she is the type to be exact whenever it comes to money. So she feels really thankful and bad at the same time because she knows the VVIP tickets are extraordinarily expensive.

Oh well, free light sticks.

I hope you liked this chapter ^_^
~author with the pen name Quilly
-unedited-6/11/2015-