My friends and I have gathered for our frienderversary. We came to a local restaurant, and right now we're getting pissed that it's packed. "The table is going to take about 45 minutes." The waitress said. We all looked at each other like "hellno," and started walking out. I was getting my phone to look up another place to eat, and I accidentally bumped into someone. A guy. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." I said, looking at him, and searching for injuries. He wore a face mask, and solid black sunglasses. "It's okay. Where are you headed in such a hurry?" He asked. "Well, I don't know, we're just looking for a place to eat because it's our frienderversary." I said, putting my phone down. He took off his mask as well. "Frienderversary?" He asked. I nodded my head, and smiled. You could tell he was asking because he's never heard of it before. "How creative." He said, then smiled too. His smile was beautiful. His eyes disappeared, and his hand came up to place the mask back onto his structured face. "I better get going, my friends are waiting." I said, walking away. "Wait, my name is Jimin, what's yours?" He asked. "My name is L— "Jimin! C'mon, we're going to miss our reservation." Another boy said. He had chocolate brown hair, and wore a white tee, with blue jeans, and timberlands. He too wore black glasses, and a face mask. "I'm gonna get going." I said, and proceeded to walk away." Really! You interrupted!" Jimin yelled. I smiled, and continued on my way. "We found a place while you were getting yourself a new boyfriend." My friend Mia teased. I smiled, and followed them to the restaurant down the street. It was 9:50, and they had dropped me off at my house. I could've stayed later, but my mom needs me to take my little sister to go see some boy band. So, I did my nightly routine, and went to sleep.
______next morning____
"We're gonna be late! You can do your makeup in the car!" My sister yelled. She grabbed my makeup bag, and ran off into the garage. I grabbed my phone, and charger, and my keys. We're fixing to go to a BTS fan meeting. Am I excited? I don't even know who they are. Do I care? No, but my sister said she'll stop talking to me about them if I do just this one thing for her. So, it's a win-win. "I need the address." I said, plugging my phone in to charge. "3920 boulevard street." She said, texting her friends, I'm assuming. All I see are a bunch of '😭,😱,😍,😉' emojis. I typed the address into my phone, and waited for the car to assist me with the directions. Go straight, and make a left." The lady said. I pulled out of the driveway, and we were on our way. After about 30 minutes, we reached our destination, and my sister was long gone. I grabbed my phone, and saw that it was barely on 10%. "What the hell?" I asked, irritated. "Pheobe!" I yelled. I saw her at the end of the sidewalk. "Stay close to me or I'll quickly take you back home." The smile disappeared off of her face, and she caught an attitude. "I'll tell mom." She said. Smirking. "Do it. You'll get in trouble for running off by yourself." I said, turning the brightness down on my phone. Pheobe stayed quiet the whole walk up until we got to the fan meeting center. "Oh my- BTS!!!!!" She yelled, and jumped up and down repeatedly. I looked toward the stage, and saw seven boys, all sitting down, and smiling and waving at all the fans there to see them. "If everyone with a pass could form a line, we could get the fan meeting started." A staff member said. "Lia, let's go, we're the last ones to see them." I nodded my head, and watched what they would do, or how the fans would act. After 20 minutes or so, it was our turn, and we approached the stage slowly. I think I recognize two of them. I helped Pheobe get up the stairs because I think she was fixing to pass out. "Hello, how are you?" One of the guys asked. "We're goo-" "TAEHYUNG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" Pheobe yelled. The guy smiled brightly at her, and laughed at her sudden excitement. "Do you have anything for me to sign?" He asked her, and she pulled out all types of albums. "Wow, you've bought every single one of them!" He said, surprised. The guy next to him looked over at us, and was shocked as well. Meanwhile I'm confused as hell. I don't know these boys, and I don't know any type of background on them, I'm just lost. Pheobe moved onto the the next guy, and The 1st guy just kept starring at me. "Do you have anything for me to sign?" He asked, searching for any kind of merchandise. "Not to be rude, but I have no idea who you are. I'm only here because she loves y'all." I said. I realized after I said 'not to be rude,' I sounded rude. His face went blank, and I couldn't tell what he was feeling. I simply just walked away, and followed Pheobe. The girls behind us were confused as to why I wasn't having anything signed, or talking to them. Each guy asked the same thing: "Do you have anything that needs to be signed? Are you a fan? Are you bored?" And I told them the same thing I told the first one. It was down to the last two, and I knew I recognized them. "You!" Jimin yelled. "You knew who I was, didn't you?" He asked, looking at me. He was even more handsome than before. Even the guy beside him. All of them, actually. No one could hear us talking because the other boys were interacting with the fans who couldn't meet them. "I still never got your name." He said, smiling. It's l—" "Miss, you have to keep moving." The staff member said. I apologized, and moved to the guy beside him. Jimin slid a signed CD and the guy beside him gave them both to me. I thanked them, and exited the stage. "They're so handsome, huh?" Pheobe yelled, still breathing hard. I looked back up on stage, and saw Jimin starring at me. He held up a CD and pointed to the back of it. Confused, I turned it around and saw a slip of paper, and on it was a note from Jimin.
"Still don't know your name, but we can meet up sometime so you can tell me. My number is 719-564-7800. Call me!"
I looked back up on stage with a smile, and he smiled back with a wider one. "Have a good night LA!" The guy with dimples yelled. We all exited the arena, and went our separate ways. "Did you have fun?" I asked Pheobe. "Sure did. Did you?" She asked, playing with the doll one of them gave her. "Something like that." I said, smiling. After the 30 minute drive, we arrived back home. I decided to text the number, and see what happens.
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I did my nightly routine, then went to bed.
First imagine, I promise I'll get better at these!!
