BTS, WHO? [ON HIATUS]

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(romance)

Theme : They may be their oppas but you know, that he is only YOUR oppa --- request by FanficLover1925

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KIM NAMJOON!

KIM SEOKJIN!

MIN YOONGI! 

JUNG HOSEOK!

PARK JIMIN!

KIM TAEHYUNG!

JEON JUNGKOOK!

BTS!

You smiled to yourself when you cheered together with the fans. Although you are only seeing the live performance of the boys through your computer screen in the comforts of your home, your heart calls out to each and every one of those talented beings. And you, become one with them fans.

Only wishing for the best for them. Hoping that all goes well.

Your eyes land on that one member. His sweating form, his hair sticking onto his forehead. Lifting his tiny hands into the air, he did a full 90 degree bow for his fans. The camera zoomed close to his figure and you chewed on your lip as you are touched.

Even till then, he remembers the promise. That light gesture, meant for you and only you. To show you that he remembers. To show you that he misses you. To show you that he will come home soon.

The camera pans over to the screaming fans. Some were crying. Some were screaming. Some had their hands clasped over their chest, screaming in sadness, happiness and longing.

You know why they are behaving this way. This was when the boys' last performance before they leave Korea for their world tour. Instinctively, when you reached this point of travelling down the lane of looking and searching for live performance videos of the boys, your eyes went to your phone.

"Hmm...at this time, it should be at night over there..." you thought and mumbled to yourself.

Exactly. 

There is one thing though. One tiny little thing that sets you apart from those fans. Though they scream their hearts out, loving their oppas to their heart's content, they are different from you. Way different. They think they know them inside out, 100% as the boys are true, even on screen.

But you know, you do know exactly how and who they are. Especially that one boy.

The ends of your lips curl upwards as the screen of your phone lit up and that all-too-familiar sound resonates across your room. Literally pouncing to get your phone, your tiny smile now expands into a large wide smile, displaying your rows of pearly white teeth when the message you have been waiting for is finally here.

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Mochi oppa: Anne~~~~

You: Yes, tteok(rice cake)?

Mochi oppa: Yah... what should you call me?

You: Hahaha... ok, oppa~~

Mochi oppa:  I miss you, Anne....

You: Me too... I miss you very very much <3