"Okay BTS, are you ready to go on stage?" the backstage man asked, quickly looking through the curtains and holding his arm out at us. I adjusted the mic near my mouth whilst nodding, eyes scanning over the rest of the group.
Jungkook and Jimin were getting last minute touch ups on their makeup, one of the makeup artists quickly dabbing rose Vaseline onto Kook's lips. I laughed at him, watching as his eyes darted over to my amused face.
"Taehyung!" I called in frustration, finally giving up on my mic. "Can you help me?"
"Yeah, two seconds," he replied from the other side of the room before walking over.
"Here," I directed, pointing at the tape covered in concealer that disguised the wire attached to the small mic by my mouth. "It keeps falling off."
"Ah, gotcha," Taehyung nodded with a laugh.
"Okay BTS, you're on in five," the backstage man called again, ushering us to the side of the stage where the raven curtains were closed. I could hear the loud fans outside, which brought a grin to my face. Looking around, I could see the rest of Bangtan's faces; on a scale of Taehyung to Yoongi, most of us were about Jungkook.
"And now!"
We filed through the curtains as the fans' screams increased, waving with wide grins. I walked next to Taehyung, feeling the increasing butterflies in my stomach that always came before a performance.
"Watch this," Taehyung whispered with a mischievous grin into my ear. I licked my lower lip before grinning and nodding. He jogged ahead into the middle of the stage before throwing both hands in the air and shooting his signature rectangular grin. The fans went wild.
"You are evil," I laughed, running up to him and hopping onto his back. "The poor ARMYs' hearts!" He caught my legs around his waist and started running around with me squealing behind. Namjoon walked past me shaking his head in amusement whilst Jungkook jogged up to us laughing and letting me transfer onto his back.
Today was quite a relaxed concert, with less choreography and more interaction with the fans. We didn't get to do these concerts where we just ran around the stage having fun often, so we were taking full advantage of the situation.
"UWAH, JUNGKOOK OPPA!"
"MISO NOONA!"
"WOLRDWIDE HANDSOME!"
"HOLY SH-"
Jungkook was roaring with laughter, and as I looked around, I saw the rest of the members' ecstatic faces; Hobi, for one, was doing some strange wiggly-snake dance at the edge of the stage while Jimin made jazz hands behind him, darting from side to side in a peculiar... jiggle.
"Jungkook, put me down," I called with a grin, sliding off his back to go to the edge of the stage. I waved at some fans, high-fiving a few and intertwining our fingers to swing our arms together. They screamed and cheered, and I basked in the support, feeling as if I were floating in a dream.
"MISO-AHHH!" Jimin roared, his hands grasping my waist and throwing me in the air, almost straight into the screaming crowd.
"JIMINIE, BE CAREFUL!" one fan shouted loudly, eliciting a laugh from the both of us. Jimin carefully put me back down on my feet, and I playfully hit his arm before jogging off and shouting happily at ARMY through the mic.
"Hey ARMY!" Jin called with a wide grin.
"Yes?" they replied in complete sync; they never failed to amaze, or amuse us.
"What do you call a song by a cow?" Jin asked. I could physically see the excitement bubble up in anticipation on his expression, and laughed loudly.
"A sosong*!" Jin answered, roaring with laughter and slapping his knee. Jimin was giggling so hard that he had to crouch down and clutch his stomach, and I caught Jungkook wiping the tears from his eyes as he grinned widely, shaking his head. Yoongi walked past us, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
I continued to walk around the stage, shouting lyrics through the mic and waving my arms to the beat. ARMY chanted the lyrics in unison, eliciting massive grins from each of the members. Suddenly, however, I felt a tap on my shoulder and waved to an ARMY before turning around and looking curiously at the security guard. He grasped my upper arm and gently pulled me to the side, and as I looked around, I noticed the other members before ushered towards me. We ended up in a group near the middle-back of the stage, confused and peering past the burly security men.
"There," Taehyung whispered in my ear, carefully wrapping an arm around my shoulders and looking around with a cautious expression. It took me a moment to realise what all the fuss was about.
A fan had climbed onto the stage.
"Stay back!" a guard commanded, spreading his arms in front of us. "Don't proceed any further!"
"Protect Miso," I heard Namjoon order. Under normal circumstances, I would've yelled at him and play-fought him to prove that I'm not as weak as they make me out, but right now all I could feel was confusion and fear. The music still blasted in the background, drowning out some of the security guards' shouts. I found myself cocooned inside a circle of the BTS members, with Jungkook's sturdy arms wrapped around my shoulders and his chin rested on top of my head like he tends to do at home.
The fan crawled past the lights installed at the front of the stage, struggling against two guard that had both her arms held tight.
"JUNGKOOKIE OPPA!" she screamed, trying to break free. "TAEHYUNGIE OPPA! GET OFF MY JUNGKOOKIE OPPA, YOU BITCH!" the girl shrieked. At this point, her ankles had been grabbed by some other fans stood right in front of the stage who were angrily yelling at her. Despite her words, I snuggled closer into Jungkook's embrace, eyes wide and scared.
"Miss, I'm going to have to ask you to exit the premises," a guard announced, leaving the group encircling us to mercilessly grab the screaming girl's waist. He threw her over his shoulder as if she were a weightless sack and, assisted by a few other security guards speaking urgently into their headphone mics, managed to half drag, half hurl her off the side of the stage where she was ordered to exit.
"Is it safe?" I distantly heard Hoseok whisper to Namjoon. Jungkook's arms loosened slightly around me, and I was able to feel Taehyung's large - well, in comparison to mine anyway - hand around my wrist.
"Right, you're okay to go now," a security guard said gruffly after a few minutes, leading the rest of the security crew off stage to their stations again.
"BTS, ARE YOU OKAY?" ARMY shouted in concern. I overheard a few annoyed yells about the fan who crawled onto the stage, and even some words that I'd rather not repeat. Jungkook seemingly heard them too, judging by the way our eyes met and then darted to Yoongi and Namjoon in unison; we didn't want a repeat of last time we "repeated bad words" thank you very much.
"WE'RE OKAY," Namjoon reassured them, holding his hand in the air. As if everyone in the stadium had suddenly gained the superpower of telepathy, each and every fan gradually raised their ARMY Bombs until the audience was a rippling sea of lights.
"ARMY, ARE YOU OKAY?" Jimin shouted, mimicking them.
"YES JIMIN-SSI, WE'RE OKAY," they laughed back.
The rest of the concert went relatively smoothly. Namjoon gave us strict orders not to go on Twitter until about a week had passed; he hated the negativity that could be spread using the social media platform, and being perfectly honest, we all did too. We agreed to forget the incident and to not release a statement, as long as it didn't happen again.
"BTS, WE LOVE YOU!"
"ARMY, WE LOVE YOU!"
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Hellooo again!
Bit of a rough ending, but hey it's better than nothing I guess.
*Jin's joke: "What do you call a song by a cow? A sosong!"
"So" (소) means cow in Korean, so a cow song would be a sosong (소송), but sosong actually means lawsuit in Korean. The joke can expand to "What do you call a song by a group of cows? A group lawsuit." but I forgot what that is in Korean.
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