𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

jjk : bytiye

summary: in which she's different.

genre: fluff

word count: + 1.5k

bytiye (noun); higher state of being, meaningful existence

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"there we go.", i mumbled quietly, as i pressed the "send"-button. quickly, i also sent a message to my best friend, with the wordings "i did it! you happy now?" what i was thinking about? a competition—the main price was meeting one of bts' members in a special café. this may seem unrealistic, but it really was an official competition. 

and i took this chance. i would spend some time here in seoul, a trip i had been starting to save money for years ago. my korean was fluent, so i wouldn't have difficulty in communicating with them. "ah, it would be so awesome to win..", i sighed and closed my laptop, gazing out of the window instead. it had gotten dark already, only the city lights of seoul were illuminating the sky. it looked so beautiful.

just then, the shrill ringing of my phone interrupted the blissful silence, and i answered the call with a sigh dangling on my lips. "what is it?", i groaned as soon as i realized it was my friend. "oh my god, (y/n), guess what?! bts will have a concert here in seoul in three days and i got a ticket! isn't that amazing?" "what. did. you. just. say?!", i whisper-yelled. "you know that. come on, try getting a ticket, maybe there are some left.", she encouraged me, and told me about the websites selling them.

in a matter of seconds, i had started my laptop, searched for the named websites—and there were no tickets left. "no, no, no!", i gasped, knowing that my friend would so have to pay for this. "she knew how much i love them, and how much i wanted to see them live! and there's no chance i will ever win that competition!", i went on. by now, there were tears brimming in the corners of my eyes. this may seem showily, but if you really, really love a group and literally had a chance and the money to see them—it just sucks. with that stupid, empty feeling, i decided to go to bed. 

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the warm rays of sun danced across my nose, waking me up in the process. instead of getting up and greeting the day like any normal person would do, i groaned, turned around in my comfortable bed, pulling the blanket over my head in the process. i didn't want to get up, i didn't want to go out—just spending a day in my pajamas, eating chocolate and grieving over the fact that i couldn't go to bts' concert here in freaking seoul.

then, all of a sudden, the shrill tone of my cellphone rang through the air, causing me to let out an annoyed whine. who was calling me? it was still early, 10 am to be honest (well, that wasn't really early, but who cares?). letting out a deep and dramatic sigh, i went to answer the call. "good morning?", i said, still trying to sound polite despite the fact i just got kinda robbed of the chance to fall asleep again.

"is this miss (n/n) speaking?", an unknown voice asked, and i furrowed my eyebrows. "yes, why?"

"you took part in the competition about meeting one of bts' members in private, right?" "uh ... yes?" "congratulations! you won! you will meet one member tomorrow at the Thanks Nature Café in Seoul.", the still unknown speaker said with obvious glee in their voice. i dropped my phone, while a gasp tumbled from my lips. "w-what!?", i squeaked, picking up the device in order to apologize to the speaker—unfortunately, the person hung up already.