Am I Dreaming?

Chapter 25 ✔️

That was the last thing I said to him, before I left Seoul. That was almost two years ago...

BTS' career exploded and Hoseok became even more popular than before. Again like every other foreign A.R.M.Y. I watch and support them from afar. No matter how mad I was at him at the time, BTS are still my friends and I couldn't be more proud of them all. Once in a while I'll get a message from the guys, it's always the same thing:
"When are you coming back?"

"Are you and Hobi getting back together?"

"Will you visit soon?"

"We miss you!"

"Hoseok is a total mess...he needs you!"

Blah, blah, blah, etc. whatever the messages say it would put a smile on my face.

But not one has ever been from Hoseok though.

I love them and I know they mean well, but damn they just won't quit! They're driving me crazy like before, this time they're trying to get Hoseok and I back together. I really do miss BTS. And as much as I hate to admit it, I miss him too.

After the trip, my life basically went back to normal. I'm about half way done with school—following Jin and Hobi's advice I stayed in the art program. I was even accepted into Disney's college program for an internship; my dream job. My Dad and I are on good terms now, and he finally accepted my career in art.

I never talk about Hoseok or BTS. Nobody really knows about our friendship. A lot of my friends in my classes are into K-pop, and it's kind of hard listening to them when they talk about it. Especially my best friend Charlie, because BTS is her favorite group. She would go ballistic if she knew that I was ever friends with them.

"Livvy!"

Somebody shouts and brings me back to reality. Scaring the crap out of me. "WHAT?!" I cry back.

Charlie.

"Did you hear a word I said?" She asked.

I look up at her as I lay on my bed upside down, my legs resting high against the wall of my headboard. We were in my room—supposed to be brainstorming ideas for our finals project. Charlie came over in a constant happy, chatterbox rampage with serious news apparently, but I just zoned her out after a few minutes.

"Uh...concert?"

"Ugh..." she sighed out of frustration and let her head fall. "What am I going to do with you?" I look at her with a guilty expression. "How can you be daydreaming at a time like this?"

"Time like what?"

"Well, as I was saying," she had on a really wide smile, like she could blow up. "Remember about that rumor, I told you awhile ago, for BTS' next American tour?"

"Yeah....?"

"It was official," Charlie exclaimed, "and there was a big contest too! The prize being two front row seats and backstage passes for a concert!"

"Ok, cool."

"And guess who won?" She started to screech and getting really excited.