twenty øne pilots // preferences

he's a fan of your band | josh dun

You check yourself in the mirror one more time, just to make sure you look alright, before heading out to the meet and greet area. You and your band, (YourBandsName), had a concert at around 5, and it's now 8, leaving plenty of time for meeting your fans until 9:30. Over the past few years, your band has gotten more and more famous. Inspired by your favorite artists and bands. You play the drums, your closest friend, Dean, plays bass, while your other friends Jess and Ollie play guitar. You all sing, though you mainly backup vocals or harmonize.

You stand with Dean in front of the white backdrop, and smile at the fans who squeal and shout your names. Security let's in a group of girls, who are smiling widely. One is sobbing, with her cheeks rosy and tear-filled eyes.

"You've all helped me through so much," she says, placing her hand over her mouth. You smile, your eyes watering due to her emotions.

"Come here lovely," Dean says with wide arms, welcoming her for a hug.

You all snap a picture together, then the next group of people do, and the next, and the next. After around almost an hour of hugs, tears, pictures and smiles, you notice that the next group consists of two guys. One, who's got bright-pink, dyed hair styles in a somewhat mohawk, wearing a white shirt and ripped black jeans—which look way too good on him. The other has a black shirt on, over his black jeans. His hair is brown, cut short on the sides and a bit longer on top.

"Next," a security guard groans, clearly not fond of the fact that his job was to let people in the area for pictures.

"Hey guys!" you speak, smiling at them, letting a wave of confidence take over you.

"Salutations," the boy with pink hair says, smiling at you. You laugh, brushing your hair out of your face.

"I'm Y/N," you say, "this is Dean, that's Ollie, and over here's Jess."

The pink-headed boy chuckles, along with his friend. "Yeah, we know. I mean, I kind of am obsessed with your guys' band," he says. His face immediately becomes a shade just lighter than his hair. He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, and looks at the ground.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's cool that you guys like our content. That means a lot, - uh, what's your name?" you smile warmly.

"Josh, I'm Josh. That's Tyler," he stutters, then points to his friend.

"It's nice to meet you Josh," you giggle, looking into his brown eyes. You stick your arms out, suggesting a hug. "Oh, come on," you laugh, stepping towards him and engulfing him in a hug. His arms wrap around your torso, and his chin comfortably rests on your shoulder for the short amount of time.

He then goes down the line of your band mates, hugging each of them, as does Tyler.

You all pose for a picture, you and Josh stand together, while Tyler is with Ollie, and Dean and Jess are. Josh leans down, and presses a kiss to your cheek (just for the photos sake, according to him).

"It was really nice meeting you guys," Tyler says, a wide grin on his face.

"You too! You guys seem really cool. Stay safe on your way home," Ollie says, smiling just as wide as him.

"You know, you seem like a really great guy," you begin, before Josh exists with his friend. "Could I perhaps get your number, and maybe we can meet again sometime?"

Josh's eyes grow wide. His blinks, then shakes his head a bit. "No, yeah! That sounds great. Uh, give me your phone, I'll give you my number."

You slide your phone out of your pocket, opening the contacts app. He puts in his number, along with his name.

"Call me anytime, I know you're busy with shows but I'm here," he breathes, smiling. He pulls you in for one last hug, then walks away with Tyler.

"Y/N's got a crush," your bandmates tease, poking at you. This goes on for the rest of the night, and week, and month.