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"whoa whoa there~, where in the world do you think you're going kid?" the large bouncer halted Jimin, before the boy could even step on the red carpet.
"excuse me, I need to get through" the small ravenette explains, he then scans the physique of the male; broad and wide, dressed in a suit and tie with glasses as to add to the intimidation. He wore a bluetooth, and carried around a large walkie talkie.
"invitation, or rsvp ticket" he held out his hand.
"you don't understand, I'm with V."
the bouncer just chuckled at the comment, probably because of how serious Jimin looked.
"some strong confidence kid" he smirked before turning around getting ready to shut the doors.
"you're not getting it, I'm his driver." again the boy tried to stand his ground before the smug male, once again pushed him back.
"nah kid, you ain't getting in. why don't you just call V and get him to come get you." he mocked, and jimin remained silent, engulfed with rising rage.
"look, the show starts in 10 minutes, so I suggest you scram. maybe you can come and tell 'your boyfriend', why you weren't able to get in. but if it's any consolation, the show will be going live on channel 8." the doors start to shut.
" you suck as a ticket collector you dick!!"
Jimin just saw the male roll his eyes before shaking his head in annoyance, before the doors closed completely.
"fuck..." Jimin sighed
he had to get in.
He needed to see V...
the boy goes back to the car, seeing if he could try and get in touch with V's manager and work something out.
The phone rings and he starts to stress. What would he tell the man to get into the show. He started shifting around the car when, he saw something in the back seat...
V's earbuds...
he hangs up the call and grabs the head phones, a sinful grin plastered on his face. He couldn't help but chuckle at the success of his plan.
He walks back toward the front door, carrying V's headphones in one hand and his phone in the other, ready to call V's manager if anything goes sour.
with his small fists, he impatiently bangs his hand against the door. His strength was unfathomable. The whole door shook and the sound echoed practically throughout the street of New York.
