I dare you.

Operation get-back-purse.

-Good. You said and casually slipped out the back.

Well everybody around you were preoccupied stalking the band members, so why not? Got to seize the chance right?

You brushed past the crowd, and overheard a conversation between two girls.

-Jungkook is as hot as Channing Tatum. One of them said and jumped up and down.

-And as sharp as a shoelace. You leaned closer to the coversation, and added a small insult. Whats life if you cant ruin someone's day right?

''Anyway'' You thought to yourself. ''Yeah thats right. Mission retrieve purse, focus'' You shook your head and slipped behind a fake wall.

The hallways back stage was large, and you had never been in this part of the building before, it was only used for special events, such as this. The walls were draped in a black, and so was the floor, the only source of light was the yellow light from the old lamps. It was different from what you expected it to be. You expected your purse to sit on a chair just backstage, but nope, karma had other planns. What else to expect. You glared back out on the people swarming around like a bunch of ants, being loud, and you know, existing.

-Gotta do what you gotta do.

You whispered to yourself, and shruged your shoulders.

What would happen if you didn't find your purse, would he give it back, or was he planing to keeping it? ''Oh hell naw, he aint running with my purse, this bitch is Prada'' You thought to yourself, as you turned right at the corner.

-You have got to be kidding me. You said, putting pressure on ''got''

The hall revealed a set of doors with Korean signs on.

-It cant be in there can it? You asked yourself and leaned against a wall.

-What do you mean? Of course it is. With my karma, I'm supprised he didn't lock it in a vault and set the damn thing on fire. You answered your own question with out hesitation, and you didn't realize how totally weird it was.

-Well you ain't going to get shit done by standing here. You sassily said to yourself and walked up to a door, labeled: 랩몬스터

-Yes very helpful, thank you. You rolled your eyes, and bent down to pick the lock. You had siblings, and sometimes when you needed to borrow something, they were out, and had locked their doors, desperate times, desperate measures. 

You pulled two bobby pins out of your hair, and started picking. The first lock didn't take you long. The lock clicked and you got up, and opened the door. Before entering, you checked your watch. 23.27.

-I got time.

You stood still for a moment, hesitating.

-Yeah, I got time. You reassured yourself.

You opened the door soundlessly, and stepped inside. The room had posters of the band, a shit load of fan gifts, letter e.t.c and ''evolution'' portraits on the walls, starting with the worst black afro you had ever seen, if you could even call it that, and the face on the portraits did not belong to Jungkook, so it was safe to say that this was not the right room.

-Okay then. You said and raised both your eyebrows and walked out, locked the door and pulled out the bobbypins.

You move across the hall, and bow down in front of a door saying: 진

-Sure, whatever you say. You say sarcastically to yourself, before positioning yourself properly and start picking the lock. Almost before opening the door, you can tell that this isn't his room. The room was decorated in pink, and a lot of cute, cliche shit was hanging around on the walls.

-Yeah, no. You state for yourself.

You walk out and open 4 more doors, with no luck. Okay, you went through a fucking rainbow room, a room all decorated in black, a messy room with a shit load of Gucci which were labeled 뷔, and a room with weights where the light from a makeup table were still shining. You did not understand a single word.

-What did I ever do to deserve this? You ask and flip your head towards the celling. You look around you and realize that it is only one door left.

-You. You say and squint your eyes, like you are channeling your hate towards the door.

-You fucker.

You basically run towards it and start picking before you have even gotten down. It opens just as easily as the other doors. You hear the last key open, followed by the most satisfying click ever. You smile.

-Got 'cha.