Wrong Number [Kim Taehyung X Reader] | ✔

Story 2

Recap:

The fact that you don't care about what you might think of him makes him smile. His heart warmed up, his cheeks flared slightly, and he kept grinning to himself, clutching his phone close to his chest.

He was ready for the concert.

He was ready to sing in front of the fans.

He was ready to impress you.

-

The fans were screaming loudly as they were waiting for their apprearences. Your friend, Elizabeth, was squealing with glee as this was the first time she been to her favourite artists' concert.

She couldn't contain your excitment.

Neither do you.

You were laughing at her playfully when she said her ovaries could explode when she lays her eyes on them. She also said that if they made her heart sky rocket in the sky, she would sue them.

You inwardly hope that those two things wouldn't happen.

"Oh my god, I didn't think that we would be witnessing the most handsome people on live!" she screamed while fanning her self with her hand.

You laughed lightly at her. "Just don't get your panties soaked when you meet Rapmonster, okay?" you teasingly said to her.

Her face erupted into a light pink as soon as you said thise words. "I can't help it!" your overly excited friend commented.

"He has fucking dimples! How can you not let your panties get knotted in a twist!"

You awkwardly patted her shoulder and smiled. "Well, they all look hot, but dimples really aren't my thing."

She smiled at you reassuringly. "Don't worry, everybody has their own opinions!" she exclaimed at you while lighting up her own Army Bomb.

"Who do you like then?"

"Huh?!"

You looked at her as if she was crazy. She was grinning ear to ear as your face turned beet red. She pulled the ends of her sweater while waiting for your answer.

"Well..."

She sighed and pulled your arm so you could bend down and reach her eye level.

"You like V don't you?"

"Urm.."

"Judging by your sweater, I bet you do." She turned you around and pointed to the back of the sweater that says, V 1995.

"Well, frickin. You caught me." you said with a laugh that escaped your lips. She hugged you and and gently tapped her finger to your lips.

"I'm not the only one that'll get their panties soaked."

You blushed madly.

"WELL FUC-" you tried to protest, but your friend covers your mouth, completely shutting you up. You relaxed your shoulders and looked up to where the stage was.

The lights dimmed down.

They appeared with a position that you can't put your finger on. While you were trying to figure out what was the pose from, your friend was fangirling non stop and kept shaking your shoulder in response.

You tried talking to her.

You tried.

But in response, her eyes were glued to the group with drool running down her chin. You cringed in disgust and pushed her shoulder so that she could be away from you.

She still kept her eyes glued to the men.

The song played.

My blood, sweat, and tears
My last dance take it all
Take it all
All
My blood, sweat, and tears
My cold breath take it all
Take it all
All
My blood, sweat, and tears

So that was the song. Blood, Sweat and, Tears!

Your friend was fangirling and waving her Army Bomb around like a psycho killer with a knife. She squealed in joy when Rapmonster's turn to sing came on.

And damn, she soaked it real hard.

She cleched her chest with blush covering her cheeks. Her eyes wide open as she just stood there speechless.

You inwardly laughed at her and started to pay attention to the group's performance as well.

You were amazed how the vocals turned out, the rappers too. They delivered the message perfectly. Their singing, dancing, cooperation to one another.

Your eyes sparkled.

-

Taehyung's eyes sparkled.

He saw you in the crowd as he was singing his line. He messed it up by saying something about you and tripped.

He saw you laughing and giggling with Elizabeth.

He felt warm.

As he continued with his dance, he gave it all his best. Delivering every move pefectly. He was doing the best he could to impress you.

And thankfully, he did.

He spared a glace at you in the crowd. And he saw you with your eyes glued to him and his dance moves. He caught you staring at him and you quickly averted your gaze.

He saw something.

He saw you smiling to yourself with a light blush covering your cheeks.

His heart jumped.

And he smiled.

He smiled because he suceeded his mission.

To make you happy.

He smiled widely.

-

You smiled widely.

Your heart beat fast, your palms were sweaty. You didn't realise he was THAT handsome.

When it was his turn to start singing, your heart beat faster. You felt that your heart is going on a marathon on full assault.

He looked at you.

He spotted you in the crowd.

He winked at you.

Smiled to the army's.

And he shouted.

"I LOVE YOU MESSENGER FRIEND!"

When he shouted that, you looked at him cluelessly. Your were deep in thought of who was this 'messenger friend'. The other army's currently in the crowd were wandering that too.

At that moment, it finally clicked.

That 'messenger friend' was you.

And at that moment, you knew that you were blushing uncontrollaby like a tomato. Your facial expressions were out of control.

You yourself,

Were out of control.