I Really Hate You... (A Jungkook ambw)

The Meet and Greet

Jewel's POV

It was dark, yet the room still felt alive. It was loud, yet all you could hear were seven voices. All around me there were sweaty bodies, loud screams, and forceful pushes and shoves from this giant army that wished to just get a little closer, just enough to see, and all the while, the only thing going through my head was-

"Oh my god! They're freaking art!" Which is also the same thing I yelled causing some to have shouts of agreement, and others to look at me like I was crazy for talking about their "oppa". Just saying that word and thinking of some of these crazy-ass fans made me shiver, but I ignored it and jammed to the song, which was one of my favorites, that my boys were singing, Miss Right. I was jumping, screaming, and waving my ARMY bomb like no tomorrow, especially when the black girl picture came on the huge screen behind them. It came to Suga's rap, and you know what happens when the bias even breathes; it gets real. In that moment, I was LIVING for this man, every word he said, even though I could barely understand it, every dance step he made, even though I couldn't do half of them, and every time he looked at me, even though i'm sure i just blended in with all the others. However, at one point he came closer and closer and closer until finally, he was squatting right in front of me with his hand stretched out towards me. It took my a couple of seconds to realize, he was asking for my hand. MY HAND?! I slowly put my hand in his, feeling his warmth spread from his fingers to mine. He quickly hoisted me up onto stage, which i'm not sure how he did because i'm not definitely not small, and began to rap to me. 

"Jiltusimgwa sigibodan doemdoemireul arajuneun geureon neowa hamkke uriui miraereul geuryeobwa uri keopeul sinbal saie eorini undonghwa" 

(In English; With you, I draw out my future In between our couple shoes are a pair of baby sneakers)  

He sang to me, and due to my thorough use of YouTube translations of almost every BTS song, I knew exactly what he was saying and when I say a blush came over my cheeks, emphasis on MY cheeks *cough* dark *cough*, you know it was real.

"Yes you're my only girl, neoneun naege choego" He continued to sing, pulling me closer to him with each word until we were so close, our breaths mixed together. He put down his mic, slowly closed his eyes, and leaned into me. My face flushed and burned at the same time as I hesitated for a second, but then I remembered, this is Min freaking Yoongi! A god damn GOD among humans and i'll be damned if dont take this chance! So I quickly closed my eyes and started to lean into him as well, until finally we kissed. His lips felt just as I had always dreamed, soft, fluffy, smooth, silky, cotton-y...wait... .. ... wait a gosh darn minute here!

I awoke to the sound of birds singing happily in the trees and the smell of cinnamon and chocolate easing along the air of my apartment. I could feel the sun's rays been against my eyelids causing me to awake. As I opened my, what was supposed to be a nice pair of Suga lips turned out to be my Gravity Falls pillow, and it turns out I was kissing Grunkle Stan... Great. However, once I remembered what was happening today, for the first time in a while, I was excited to get out of bed. Today was finally the day, and I could feel the difference in the air due to my excitement. I felt as if the whole world had shifted more towards the sun because of this bright and giddy feeling I had inside my stomach. Following my normal morning routine, I stretched, flipped open my laptop, and unpaused the last BTS song that played before I passed out, this time it was Rain and I smiled. I walked to the bathroom still singing the song in my head, while also rolling my eyes when a certain someone's part came on, which happens A LOT. I quickly brushed my teeth and walked, or should I say danced, back to my room. I quickly grabbed my toiletries to take a shower and sang along to Silver Spoon while also trying dance to it all while trying to wash myself, which didn't go too well. As I came back into my room while drying my hair, my phone rang. I put down my towel and grabbed my phone, smiling when I read the caller ID.