War of Hormone // Jimin x Reader Story

Chapter 2 // A Series of Slightly Unfortunate Events

Your heart is beating a mile a minute. Today was the day! And you were about to do something that your innocent self wouldn't usually do. You were going to sneak into the concert.

You look in the mirror, judging your outfit. It had to be perfect just in case the night unfolded just like you wanted it to. The plan was simple: get into the concert venue early, pretending to be part of the "crew", and then BOOM you're in (you had looked this up on Google a few days before because you didn't want to throw away your chances).  Then, you would wait backstage for the band to come out after they had finished their performance and meet them. Perhaps you would even become BFFs with them- or as Hannah would say, seduce them.

Hannah didn't have any idea about your plans, but you had asked her opinion for a cute outfit for "a date". She had insisted that you put on some black short shorts that showed a lot of your legs, a long-sleeved skin-tight red crop top that fell just above your belly button and some old school b&w Vans. She had also assisted you in picking out some silver jewelry and a choker that set your outfit off nicely. You fiddle with your hair, adjusting the black bandana that was situated in it- it had taken you about 30 minutes in order to get it just right. The makeup that she had put on you, you didn't know, but it did make you look sexy.

However, after all of this prep, you still had to put on black sweatpants and a hoodie in order to make yourself look casual. As if you were supposed to be there to help the band, not as if you were there to watch their show.

[2 hours before the show]

You step outside of the Lyft that had just driven you to the venue and you stood outside, gazing at the location. You questioned your plan for a few seconds, but thought, screw it, and slammed the door after thanking the driver. You walk to the entrance, finding that the door to get in already has a long line, filled with young teenage girls craving BTS. You take a deep breath and walk to the front of the line and are confronted by two security guards. You show them the fake badge that you made and they let you in without a second thought: no one would suspect that a good-looking girl would wear such crappy clothes to a concert if they were there to actually meet the members. 

Once you are inside you breathe a sigh of relief. The plan has worked. For now.

[A few minutes before the show]

Crowds start to thicken as people slowly make their way to their seats. You don't have any seat to go to, so you have been awkwardly switching between sitting in the bathroom for long periods of time and standing by the food stations in the halls. Suddenly, there is a lack of people in the halls and you realize that the concert is about to start. You hear the music and peep into an open doorway, looking at the stage.

Your heart melts when you see thousands of people jumping in time to the music, and BTS doing their everyday routine (hah literally). You stand there for a few minutes, in awe, until you hear some voices coming from your right. Your head snaps in that direction and you start to causally walk to your left. The two security guards from the front walk around the corner and you pray that they don't notice you and start to question how "official" your badge actually is.

Not willing to risk it, you slowly jog all around the curved building, looking for a place to lie low until the concert is over. Finally, you find an empty room, filled only with a few bottles of hairspray and cologne that have been recently meddled with. What you don't notice is a closet half-full of possible clothes, shoes, and accessories in the corner.

This is good enough, you think to yourself, and take your sweatpants and sweatshirt off. You look in the mirror, once again judging your outfit and then you sit down, thanking the gods that you made it in okay. Now it's time to wait until the concert is over!

[The concert has been over for a few minutes]

UGH! WHERE ARE THEY! I HAVE BEEN LISTENING AT THE DOOR FOR SO LONG FOR ANY SIGNS OF LIFE! You think to yourself, frustrated.

You have thought about giving up many times, stressed out by the consequences that could befall you if you get caught, but every time you are reassured by the image of Jimin smirking and shaking your hand saying, "Y/n? What a pretty name! Nice to meet you." So you decide to stick it out.

[The concert ended 1 hour ago]

You groan and get up. Seriously? I waited here for nothing for hours on end. This sucks.

You begin to walk to the door, forgetting your other clothes that you had previously stripped out of. By now, your shorts are way up on your thighs and your crop top is almost up to the bottom of your bra. You reach for the door handle, rolling your eyes, when suddenly...

It begins to turn itself.

Hey guys!! I decided that I will be posting a few parts a night for the first few chapters since we need them in order to get a really good base idea/storyline. So... yes!

Love ya,
Ky ♡