B.I, Be Mine

Ch 2: What a Disaster!

I look at the time. It reads 4.40pm.

I'm standing outside the stadium, looking around for Chae-rin and Su-hyun. We are so so so late! The concert starts at 5pm, but the audience had already entered 40 minutes ago.

I call both Chae-rin and Su-hyun. And again. And again another 14 times. Ugh! Where are they? Aren't they fans?! How could they be late to this??

Suddenly, I hear music starting from inside the stadium. Damn it! I look around frantically again trying to see if my friends have arrived yet. No one. It's pretty much empty, except for causal pedestrians passing by on the sidewalk.

Oh who cares. I take in a deep breath, make a reckless decision, and decide to go in without them. I'm only doing this because I don't want to waste the ticket my friends bought me, you comfort yourself.

I hand my ticket to the ticket collector guy and awkwardly smile. He hands me a light stick and a bottle of water. I quietly thank him. He then tells me I'm late and I better hurry.

So I do. It's still light out, but with the shadows of the stadium and no lights on inside near the stage, it's quite hard to see.

I squint my eyes at my ticket and try to make out the seat location.

Hmmm... what is that? B-34?

B-34... B-34! It's the VIP section! Oh right they did tell me that it was VIP...

I try to quickly go down to row A, but then I accidentally knock a fangirl on the way.

"Ya! What the Hell? You spilled my drink!" Yells the girl. She's about medium build with hot-pink dip-dyed hair.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!" I hand her some napkins and try to help her wipe her mango juice off her shirt. I visibly frown and curse under my breath, telling myself that I should have been more careful. I then back away and try to make my way down.

Or at least I try to.

"Hey you!" She screams. "Where do you think you're going!? I'll make you pay for this! Daddy will get you! You b*tch!!"

I skip to a stop.

Oh no she didn't.

She did not just direct the b-bomb at me.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and turn back around.

"Look, you rascal. It was an accident. If it makes your cold heart feel any better, I'll buy you a new shirt." I tell her in my "calm-scary" voice.

She frowns, and her lip starts quivering. A tear forms in her eye, and eventually falls. "My daddy's rich! He's going to sue your whole family! You just wait." Oh, geesh. How old is she, eight?

I roll my eyes and head to my seat.

Ugh, what a start to the concert. First my missing friends, and a rude-as girl 'threatening' me.

Let's hope these guys called iKON are actually good...