Chapter Fifteen
A Ra's POV
"Nuna, are you here already?" Jinyoung asked me through the phone. "Make sure you're queuing up at the correct line," he continued after pausing for a while.
"Don't worry, I think I know what I'm doing. Even if I get lost I can always ask for directions," I reassured the younger boy in Korean. "Just tell me where I can go to collect the tickets," I told him after reassuring him that I won't get lost.
I'm currently roaming around outside of GOT7's fan signing venue, looking for the entrance so that I can enter the venue. Today was the last fan signing GOT7 was having before Mark leaves fir New Zealand on the 31st. Jinyoung has been telling me that Mark as having many mixed feelings about flying off to do a solo schedule without the rest of his members. He also said that Mark has been feeling bumped out about not being able to see me before he flies off and not being able to contact me while he's in New Zealand. Hearing how Mark has been feeling lately, I decided to team up with Jinyoung to surprise Mark. The younger boy came up with the idea of surprising Mark at a fan sign. I wasn't a big fan of the idea at first (because I was nervous about meeting the rest of GOT7) but Jinyoung managed to convince me that it was a good idea.
"You don't have to collect any ticket nuna. I'm going to send you a photo of a code and all you have to do is show the code to the front counter to get your pass to enter. Just make sure you're lining up at the correct line," Jinyoung explained to me on how to get my pass to enter the venue.
I made him stay on the line until I found the correct line to que up at so that I won't get lost. Once I found my destination, I wished him a 'good luck' on the fan meeting and hung up the phone. Once I get off the phone, I took a good look at where I was standing. I was surrounded by a lot of fans who were also queuing in line to get their ticket to enter. I kept looking around while waiting in line; from every corner, you can see many fans carrying cameras, banners and gifts (which I'm guessing are for the members of GOT7).
While looking around, one person from the huge crowd caught my eye. There was a little girl wearing a cute little pink dress and had a Pororo stuffed toy in one hand and a cute peach pillow in her other hand. She was waiting in the line next to mine with a woman who I assume is her mum. I smiled and waved at her when she turns to look in my direction. She returned the greeting with one of the most adorable eye smile I've ever seen while she tries to wave back at me with the stuffed toy and pillow in her hands. She got really frustrated when she couldn't wave back to me properly and passed her toys to her mum before she was finally able to wave back at me properly. She waved for a while longer before stopping to talk to her mum. When the little girl stopped interacting with me, I went back to observing my surroundings.
"언니 (unnie), are you here to meet the GOT7 oppas?" the same little girl whom I was interacting with a few moments ago came up to me and asked me the question cutely.
I looked around for her mum to make sure her mum knows that her daughter is not in any sort of trouble. The little girl must have sensed what I was doing and assured me, "unnie, it's ok. My mum told me that it's ok to talk to you unnie. As long as I get back to my mum before the fan signing starts."
"Yup, I'm here to see the GOT7 oppas. I see that you're all excite to meet them. Who are you most excited to see?" I squatted down a little so that my height would match the little girl's height.
"Oh unnie I'm really excited to meet Jinyoung oppa. He's my favourite; but don't tell them that I choose Jinyoung oppa as my favourite and not any of the other oppas," her eyes got all lit up as she told me stories about how much she loved GOT7 and how Jinyoung oppa became her favourite member.
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