Songwriter | a Min Yoongi fanfic

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It was already a bright Saturday morning, and Alli and I were both wide awake. Alli was practicing on what she would say to her bias and putting some makeup on. She suddenly threw her head in her pillow. "What if I totally embarrass myself?" She said into her pillow. "I bet he'll think you're cute." I said assuringly. She brought her head back up, "I hope so".

"Hey.. Maybe you should serenade Suga with a song you've written on your phone." She said in all seriousness. "That would be awkward" I laughed lightly. "Ahh, you're right. But you do have seven years of lyrics and music on there!" She finished her makeup and made a determined expression. "Let's do this!" I said for her.

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There were about 300 people there. The fans chatted to each other in excitement. Soon, the seven boys came out and the fans screamed happily.

"Hello ARMY! Welcome to the 2017 BTS Fansigning event." Rapmonster announced. I smiled as soon as I saw them all on stage. It was about 30 minutes until we both got in front of the line. The first person was Jungkook, followed by Suga, Jimin, Jhope, Rapmon, Jin, and V.

I stepped up to the stage and sat across from Jungkook. "Hii, Whats your name?" He smiled. "Callie. But uh...I think the person behind me wants some time with you more than me." I said kindly motioning to Alli. He smiled brightly at Alli and I moved onto the next person. I moved over unaware I was in front of a cute grinning Yoongi. "O-Oh" I stuttered when I realized he was in front of me. "Nice to m-" he started. I unknowingly cut him off and rambled, "Hi Suga-- I'm a really big fan thank you so much for doing what you do, uh, I'm very inspired as a songwriter-"

He reached his hand out to shake my hand, but while doing so, he spilled his bottled water. The water spilled onto my phone before I could react. My eyes widened in horror. Suga looked very concerned at my reaction. "No--my.." I tried turning on my phone. "All my music its all..." I started crying in realization, "gone." Suga's mouth widened with sorrow. His arm reached out to me, but I had already left the stage crying. All the members saw the commotion and were all shocked.

I took tons of paper towels and tried to revive my phone. It didn't work. 7 years of passion. Completely gone. I called a taxi and made my way back to the hotel.

Why did the person that encouraged my passion in me, just broke it all down?