I remember, how hard it was, to be an international fan .Walking through the crowded streets I suddenly remember all of it...
Looking at their videos and pictures, thinking about what you would tell them, if you would ever meet them, thinking what would you thank them for or how would you praise them, then snapping back in reality and remembering, that that will never happen, and get sad.
Others laughing about you liking those ''Chinese '' small eyed boys, everyone saying, that they look like girls, wearing too much make-up or looking funny with colorful hair...Asking how can you listen to something if you don't understand what they're saying.
Loving them for their personality and for how amazingly talented they are, and being told that it's all autotuned and that they actually can't sing, or that it's all just an act, being told that this, is not how they actually are, that it's just an act they put up, to be famous.
Sitting and Voting for your favorites for HOURS AND HOURS, not even going to sleep, just wanting our faves to win..
Understanding, that they will have to go to Army, and that making you sad again, but being happy anytime they are happy.
I remember all of it,and I don't regret any of it, although it's hard, we still do it for them.
I also remember my only BTS Fanmeet,deffinetly the best day of my life. To see them in real life, not on the screen,and see that they are actually real, and human, that's amazing. Touching them and talking to them. Seeing that they are even more handsome in real life and not being able to explain the emotions you felt.
It was hard, but amazing ,and it all paid off.
I got pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey babe." He says looking at me and smiling.
"Hey Yoongi." I say looking at the love of my life...My husband, Suga.
It deffinetly paid off...
I think as I look at him holding Hyejins hand, We even have the best daughter anyone could ask for.
