To the Good Days

Chapter 16: Haven't seen him in ages

The next few months go by in hasty blur. The boys spent endless hours rehearsing choreography, multiple songs that are going to be performed, stage routines, outfits switches, comeback stages, photo shoots, interviews and everything else. I rarely saw them in the dorm at any given time and whenever the spent time there, all they did was eat or sleep. It didn't really bother me as much because I was just as busy as they were. I had various meetings with the CEO and the visual, audio and sound team for the tour; the meetings included expectations, worst case scenarios, the routine and execution of stage run throughs, and new equipment discussions. Since I'm the new head of the visual team, there are a lot of new responsibilities that pertain to what I do. It was almost too much to handle, but I wasn't going to let it get the best of me.

Even though, we were all busy and working incredibly hard for this world tour, we didn't forget to celebrate birthdays, graduations and holidays. Those were the few times the guys had to themselves and were able to relax for the day. They were pleasant and enjoyable times that we spent together in amidst the crazy. But due to the crazy, I wasn't able to go home to celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving with my family, which is where I really wanted to be, but the guys made up for it. Jin planned a big dinner for the rest of the guys and myself, we had a feast so I didn't feel left out of my family activities. When Christmas came around Namjoon and I went to his parents' house and spent the holidays there. It was almost like being at home, but without as much yelling, drinking and stories that sound so absurd there's no way they could be real. Christmas morning, in KST, I video called my family to spend some time with them, to make sure that I didn't forget them. I can't wait to hopefully see them soon.

Any way with all the effort that is going into this tour production, it better be the best one yet. Tickets have pretty much sold out or are almost there in every location, which is outstanding and a reality check for how popular BTS has gotten recently. It makes my heart swell with appreciation, pride, and love as they are truly living their dream and making so many fans around the world happy and helping them through tough times with their music. Right now, it's like the calm before the storm. Everything we are doing in preparation is the swelling of the clouds and the heavy air as it all sits in the sky, waiting for it to be let go and let all the built-up pressure rush forward. That explosion of built up excitement and nervousness will result hopefully in the most energy filled, crowd connected, and riveting concerts of our career. That is what everyone from BTS, to the production crew, promotion mangers, business professionals, merch providers, and every person in between has been so rigorously working on for the last few months. The ARMYs at every show, and on the internet, are going to be blow away, which is our main mission.

Enough concert talk, I've been talking and working on my teams and have heard enough of this tour for now. It's a few days before the kick off of the WINGS tour, and I just flopped face-down onto the bed, proceeding to let out a groan of exhaustion. The boys are doing a photo shoot, or a comeback stage or something right now, I don't really know because we've been so busy. After laying down for a few minutes, I stretch and change out of my work clothes to exchange them for some sweatpants and tank top before texting the scarcely active group chat I have with the boys. I type that I'm doing laundry and if they want any of their non-expensive casual clothes washed, so im not washing your clothes Gucci boy. I gather my clothes, while waiting for a reply and lug a basket to the dorm washer. After putting the clothes in the washer and detergent, I shuffle to the bedroom and come back to my message tone going off in a new message alert. I open them up to see a few messages that answer yes and no. The more independent ones, like Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi, will do their own laundry, while Kookie, Jimin and Namjoon ask me to wash just a few things. I comply, get another basket, and walk to the younger boys' rooms and scour for the mentioned clothing items. It takes a few hours to finish all the washing, in between the loads, I have been answering emails, reviewing my concert check list and floor plan for all the equipment. This is a lot of work and stress, but hopefully it all works according to plan. I faintly hear the chime of the final load of clothes. I ruffle my hair as I walk to go collect the clean clothes so I can fold them. I return the clothing to the respective owner before locating my suitcase to start packing some things.

As I arrange some clothes and shoes, I hear the door to the apartment open, followed by multiple pairs of feet trudging and several groans. I chuckle tiredly and continue folding and rearranging. Soon enough, an incredibly exhausted, worn down and sweaty Namjoon appears and sits on the edge of the bed. He stares at my movements with his eyes glazed over in lack of sleep and lets out a breathy chuckle.

*what's funny?* I ask in a slow voice.

*Nothing really, just that you're packing already. We don't leave for a few more days.* he responds with a dimpled smile.

*Well, you see, the thing is I like to be prepared and ready unlike some residents of this dorm. So, you can see yourself out. * I retort before zipping the half full suitcase and placing it in the closet. *Oh take a shower before you go to sleep, I don't want the bed all gross and it'll probably feel good on your muscles.* I explain before walking out of the bedroom. He smiles and responds with a 'sure'.

I go check on the rest of the boys. Even though their job is done for the day, my second shift is starting. Making sure they are taken care of, happy and loved is my most important job. After making sure they are all well and everything dorm is locked, I shuffle back to the bedroom turning the light off on my way to the comfy nest of blankets. My boyfriend is already passed out, which I'm glad about, but I did what to catch up on his day since I feel like I haven't seen him for ages. I sigh as I climb under the sheets, I flip over to face Joon and with the dim light coming from the hall, his face seems so young and refreshed as he dreams. I gently run my fingers through his wet hair and lean to plant a kiss on his exposed cheek. After laying back, his light and shallow breathing lulls me to sleep.

Eventually, as it is goes at every daybreak, we all have to wake up, no matter how much we don't want to. At least today is Saturday, and everyone has the weekend off because we leave soon, so the upcoming days are a recovery period for the guys. Something lightly tickles my nose which draws me out of my dreamland, and as my eyes lazily open, I am greeted by Namjoon's colorful hair since he is now resting his head on my chest with his arm hung over my stomach. A smile grows on my face as I run my fingers through his locks again which lures him back to consciousness. He stretches his legs out and wraps his other arm behind my back and pulls me into a hug before turning over. I let out a giggle as he cuddles into my crook of my neck, his breath ghosting over my skin.

I shake loose strands of hair out of my face and turn my head slightly to plant a little kiss on his ear, "Morning baby. " I greet.

"Morning." he says in his groggy voice as he deeply inhales. He picks his head off my shoulder and kisses my forehead. *We have the whole day to ourselves. Any plans?*

I answer by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his upper half into a hug, *spend it with you. I've missed talking and seeing you these past few months.*

He sighs as he enjoys the affection and hugs me tighter. We stay wrapped in each other's embrace for what felt like an eternity, but we pulled apart due to hunger. After eating and minor interaction with the rest of the boys, we go back to bed. We continue lazing together in bed, just talking to each other about anything that comes to mind. We stayed tangled together as if to make up fro lost time where we were both too tired or fell asleep anywhere remotely comfortable. We had a debate on Freud's theories about the subconscious, which proves how nerdy we are at heart. But the hole day spent in bed could've lasted forever, as I feel true happiness, love and acceptance when we are at such vulnerable position with each other. There is no one there to judge us, we are free to be our true and dorky selves. Which is an underrated feeling in this demanding, judgmental, and superficial world. It is one of those occasions that if you find the right person to spend them with, those times become perfect and nothing else could quite possibly compete with them. I believe I found that person tat I will never grow tired of talking to.

chapter 16. I did my best. I dont really know the entirety of what goes into a tour. This is all I remember from what someone told me at work once and common sense. i tried to emphasize how much effort goes into a tour. and focus a little more on the relationship. not sure what i want in the future chapters or how i want to write out the tour and things. ill figure it out. anyway enjoy. /-.-/