Every year there is always that one rookie kpop group that outshines the rest. That one group who towers victoriously over the others and this year it seems BTS is that golden group. These seven young men have already received thousands of fans and...
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The guard was making sure the girls were going on the stage in an orderly fashion and when it was their turn, Saeyoung skipped up the stairs first while Arang trailed behind. She didn't care about the autographs. Oh no, she had something else in mind. Her thoughts were clouded by nothing but revenge as the image of his covered lips pressed over hers flashed before her eyes over and over again.
Arang could feel her blood boiling and she swore if these girls didn't move faster, she would shove them all off the stage. They were just standing there, squealing and giggling instead of actually trying to conduct a normal conversation and that's what Arang didn't understand. Here was the perfect opportunity for these girls to converse with their so-called husbands, boyfriends, or whatever they wanted to label these guys as but instead of doing so, they chose to do nothing but giggle to themselves (which was what they most likely did at home already). This was probably one of the things that peeved the girl the most about some of these fans.
"And what is your name, beautiful lady?" Namjoon smiled, snapping the older girl out of her thoughts.
"Sae-Saeyoung," her sister stammered out. It was obvious she was flustered as hell and Arang couldn't help but roll her eyes. Was this the same Saeyoung she saw at home?
"Ah what a pretty name. Is this your younger sister?" He chuckled, referring to Arang who just stared at him with a blank expression.
"Do I look like I'm younger than a fifteen year old?" she questioned in the most monotone voice ever. She could tell he was trying to be sweet to make a good first impression but his actions had the opposite effect on her. However, she wasn't going to hold it against him since a lot of idols did that nowadays just to get their fans' hearts to go crazy. His intentions weren't bad she guessed.
"Unnie," Saeyoung hissed as she tugged on her sister's elbow.
"Sorry, that was my fault," Namjoon apologized sincerely. "You just have a very youthful face that's all. I didn't mean to offend you or anything."
"No, that not it, oppa. My sister is just—" Saeyoung was cut off as Arang spoke up yet again.
"Who said I was offended? I was asking a serious question. Are you done signing her poster yet? Can we move now?" Arang picked up the poster and scooted Saeyoung down the line.
"Unnie, that was so rude. How could you talk to Namjoon oppa like that? His fans could kill you if they found out about what just happened," the girl pointed out quietly, not wanting anyone around them to hear.
"Well then if something happens to me, the police will have at least a hundred suspects," Arang answered.
Saeyoung huffed in disbelief. "Unnie, I'm being serious."
"So am I," she shot back. Then she looked down the table and spotted Jimin accepting some gifts while he smiled cutely at his supporters. He looked like an angel, he really did, but Arang knew that the face she was seeing now was only a façade. He was actually the devil in disguise and she didn't care what anyone else thought. She knew the real him and she was positive that if his fans met the side of him she had the misfortune of encountering, they would surely grow a strong distaste toward him as well. How could a face like that bear such an ugly personality? Sometimes, Arang didn't understand how nature worked.
