Orange

nine

- three years later –

The music thrums through my body, the bass vibrating in my very soul. The press of bodies against me combined with the glorious sound of thousands of voices singing in unison creates an addictive energy surrounding me. I find myself singing at the top of my lungs, even during the Korean parts. I have never felt so alive. I feel a tug on my hand, and turn to see my best friend, Kate, smiling encouragingly at me. My answering smile is fleeting before my gaze returns to the auburn-haired boy dancing his heart out on stage.

Months after meeting Kim Taehyung in that horrid elevator I was channel surfing and saw a familiar face amongst the angsty boys dancing in a K-pop music video. It was unmistakably him, and after a bit of research and a lot of music video watching I became an avid fan. I loved watching as them improve musically over the years, and grow into the impressive band that they are today.

I love watching him dance and sing. He just has this amazing energy while up on stage, you just know that he loves it, and enjoys every minute. It doesn't hurt that his voice is as velvety as my grannies angel food cake and just as sweet too. He looks wonderful up there swamped by those massive stage lights with sweat just visible along his brow due to the impressive dance routine he is pulling off.

Then his solo stage, 'Stigma', begins and my soul leaves my body.

His gorgeously emotional voice combined with the desperate pushing of all the fans behind me crushing me into the barricade leaves me breathless and gasping like a fish. I half-heartedly push back, I cannot tear my eyes away from him so my efforts are futile. Thankfully the body guards in front of me notice and threaten those behind me. 

Then he hits a high note and the arena is filled with the collective gasp of every fangirl as their insides turn to mush, me included.

Kate slings an arm around my waist, to keep me upright and stop me from swooning too hard, for the song. She supports me through the rest of the songs and we join the fan chants echoing through the whole arena. We are all connected by our love for seven beautiful boys. I feel like I am part of something wonderful right now. It is almost magical.

All too soon the concert is coming to an end. I can feel the sadness emanating from all those around me, and I can the sadness creeping into my soul. I don't want the boys to leave, and I don't want to lose this feeling of being part of something magical.

The boys are walking around the stage waving goodbye, and some lucky fans get blown a kiss or too. My eyes remain on my boy who is talking animatedly with Jungkook.

Then our eyes meet.

He freezes for a moment, and my breath catches in my throat. Surely, he wouldn't recognise me. The horrible elevator incident happened three years ago. But, oh god, he is walking towards me. The actual image of beauty and grace is striding towards me with purpose, and my heart cannot cope.

"MIA!" Kate squeals beside me, but my eyes are fixed on him.

He stops in front of me and looks deeply into my eyes. I am deafened by the frantic screaming of fangirls around me as he reaches over the barricade and takes my hand into his. Kate is hyperventilating beside me, and I can hear the frantic clicking of her phones camera but I cannot make a sound.

"Hi" He rubs his thumbs over my knuckles, and my heart splutters.

"Hi" I squeak, voice hoarse from screaming almost non-stop for two hours.

He smiles at me then, and I just know. He remembers.

"You are so beautiful." I whisper in an awed tone staring up at him in wonder. My voice almost lost in the sea of screams surrounding me.

"I know," He grins smugly, and brings my knuckles to his lips. He holds my hand for a few moments, murmuring under his breath. 

All too soon he drops my hand, and I miss his warmth almost immediately. I grin at him like a madwoman and begin to do aggressive finger hearts in his direction. He smiles softly, catches a heart and places it against his chest. Then he sends me a heart, which I catch and cuddle to my own chest, like a dork. He has just made my entire night so wonderful.

He begins to back away towards the other boys and my heart sinks a little further with every step. I wave, still blowing him desperate kisses and he sends me a single kiss which I will treasure. I hear Kate muttering, "oh my god, oh my god" under her breath beside me, but I cannot utter a single word. I am stunned by his beauty.I watch as he walks a few more steps away from me. He holds eye contact with me while bringing a microphone to his lips and takes a deep breath.

"You are so beautiful too" He mumurs into the microphone, and it echoes through the arena. His eyes are on mine, and I feel myself flush with pleasure. He turns back to me, and he is smiling so wide that I can see the light glinting from all of his teeth. 

"SO BEAUTIFUL!" He half yells, half growls into the mic. 

Screams echo around me as girls lose it completely but I cannot form coherent sentences in my brain. I am just a mess of feelings and love for him that all I can do is grin up at him like an idiot. 

Then a spotlight turns on behind him, enveloping him in a shroud of light so bright it hurts. He is illuminated, urethral, standing before me, and my heart cannot cope. He grins my favourite gummy smile before being completely bathed in bright light. 

My eyes temporarily blinded by the intensity of a colour that holds a certain significance in my heart. When I close my eyes his silhouette dances on my eyelids.

All I can see is orange.  

- end - 

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Sooooo, that is the end of orange!

Hope you enjoyed reading this little tale ^.^

Buckets of love and a gummy smile..

- B xx