He's The One.//B.I. smut & fluff

The Special One

I was front row at iKON's very first concert for their debut album Welcome Back. They were preforming my favorite song in the whole world, Apology. I was waving my konbat it in the air from side to side while singing along with Junhoe and the rest of the iKONICS. B.I., my bias, was looking directly at me, giving me the look that every girl longs for. He looked at me the way husbands look at their wives as they walk down the aisle. I was hoping at he was looking at me like that because he found me attractive... but I'm just a fan. This heart melting look continued during the whole chorus. I stared right back at him hiding the emotions that were boiling up inside of me. After the song was over I clapped and screamed and cheered as loud as I could to show my support to my babies.

They closed the concert by doing a little fan service. Each member brought a special person out from the crowd and brought them on stage. I've never really had all that much luck in my life so I knew I wasn't going to be one of those special people. I anticipated the chance of me getting chosen until every member chose a person to bring on stage. With every glance at the crowd I just hoped and prayed that someone would see me and take me on stage.

After the fifth member chose, Chanwoo, I began to lose hope that I would be noticed. Then came B.I..

Jinhwan: Okay Hanbin, your turn.

Right after Jinhwan finished his sentence B.I. looked directly at me like he had already been planning on choosing me. He looked at every single feature of me and for a split second it felt like me and him were the only people in the world. Shyness washed over me so I broke eye contact and looked down at the floor. I reviewed my outfit really quick to make sure it looked good, I don't want to look bad in front of my bias.

After I had calmed the shyness down I looked up expecting to see a girl already up there with him but to my surprise, he was still looking at me. I knew I looked surprised because he smiled and gave a small chuckle at my expression.

B.I.: Her.

I didn't think it would happen but, I was one of the special girls.

The surprised expression on my face intensified and the heat that filled my cheeks informed me that I was blushing. The security guards opened a gap to allow me to get through but found it quite difficult when all the fans rushed to try to get pass the security guards, but they failed. Ignoring all the chaos behind me I walked slowly to the stairs trying to buy some time so that I could stop being so nervous. As I approached the stairs B.I. was already there waiting for me. He let out his hand to help me up the stairs. His hands were as soft as a babies butt. No. Softer. They felt so strong but feminine at the same time. Who knew someone's hands could be so mesmerizing.

He walked me over to the spot that he was previously standing in and we waited patiently until it was our turn.

As I looked at all the other members with their fans, I noticed that they we all just standing there. They didn't look awkward or anything but they weren't really doing much. I wanted to know if me and B.I. were just standing there too but all the feeling in my body was gone due to all the feels, so I looked down to see if me and B.I. were still holding hands and... we were. As I looked at our hands to capture an image in my head to hold onto forever, he twisted his hand to interlock his fingers with mine. At this moment I realized that I wasn't just one of the special girls, I was THE special girl. Butterflies swarmed around in my stomach and a feeling came over me that I've never felt before.

I felt ... happy. I mean I've been happy before but this was a different happiness. It felt like I had nothing to worry about ever again. It felt like I wasn't even a fan, I felt like he was mine... and I was his.

Realizing that I was still looking at our hands I panicked and shot my head up hoping no one noticed how long I was looking. I started to hear a laugh. This laugh sounded familiar, it was kind of raspy but also kind of squeaky. It wasn't manly nor girly. It was B.I.. I looked at him and he just started laughing more.

Me: What's so funny?

B.I.: Huh? Oh nothing. I just laugh when I start getting nervous.

Me: Why are you nervous? You've been on stage plenty of times.

B.I.: It's not because I'm on stage. I'm nervous because I'm holding hands with such a beautiful girl.

I had no idea how to react. I was about to fangirl like I've never fangirled before but I contained myself. I just smiled and breathed in trying to control the feels.

As I stood there watching the fan services I was just thinking about all the possible things that could happen between us, I knew that they would never really happen but a girl can dream. With all the thoughts running through my head and all the feels that must be contained I was spacing out and soon had to be snapped out of it because I didn't even realize it was my turn.

He knew that I wasn't paying attention so he nudged me to make me come back to reality and walked me to the front of the stage. He let go of my hand, making me feel empty inside again like how I felt in the crowd. It wasn't really emptiness but compared to the amount of joy I felt holding his hand, it was pretty darn close.