Your Past is My Future ✓

➻Six

"Ten minutes!" A staff member called outside the dressing room.

I watched as the boys all were quickly adjusting their clothes for the last time and pointing out little things here and there to each other. This was the first time I'd seen them all helping each other out without a single harsh word. Even grumpy Yoongi was affectionately straightening out Jungkook's collar of his shirt.

Outside the back rooms, I heard the sounds of a sea of people screaming and cheering. Every now and then they started to chant something before letting loose a roar of delight. Namjoon had informed me it was something called the BTS fanchant.

"You'll watch us on the TV right?" Taehyung leaned over to me, grinning a sweet box-like grin. "You'll cheer us on, right Abby?"

"Abby?" I raised a brow, but the men were starting to file out one by one already.

"One thing people say to each other when they want to show support and encouragement is 'fighting,'" Jimin said, balling his tiny little fists together and shaking them a little in a cute gesture.

"Oh," I nodded. "Then, fighting, Jimin."

Jimin grinned, his cheeks rounding and his eyes turning into crescents before turning around and bounding out the dressing room.

I went over to sit in front of the TV and watched expectantly on the screen, as it was all dark at the moment.

'Fighting.' What a funny word to express encouragement.

The TV flickered to life and it was like I was instantly swept into a hurricane of emotions as so much began to happen on the TV. The audience, ARMY, all began screaming even louder as lights began to shine on the stage, followed up by blasting music that was impossibly loud.

I was used to listening to the soft, sweet instrumental music. This music was nothing like I'd ever believed could exist. It caused my heart to beat twice as fast as it ought and I watched, stunned, as it seemed like fireworks exploded from the stage itself.

Then I saw the seven young men rising from below the stage seemingly by magic. The thing was, the 'seven young men' had turned into 'seven young devils'. They did not have any of the soft features I'd seen just a few moments ago. Instead, they had smooth, glassy faces that seemed untouchable yet irresistible.

I caught myself licking my lips and quickly, mentally slapped myself.

The scene moved on as the men began to dance with amazing accuracy and power I'd never seen before. Now I was starting to understand why the girls had been yelling 'marry me' and 'I love you' to these men yesterday.

The different colored lights from the ceiling casted so many dark and amazing effects on the men's faces. Their voices even blew me away. I had heard men sing to people before, sweet and soft voices. But these men did not sing softly or sweetly, they sang with power and emotion.

I continued to watch as this... concert continued. Most of it was music, dancing, and stunning effects. A few times, the men would take a break from their dancing and talk to each other, joking around, and talking to their ARMY. 

The sea of people were filled with what appeared to be starlight. On some close up shots from the screen, I realized the stars were actually some object that the girls, and occasional boy, were holding and waving that was lit a pretty pale blue or purple color.

The concert felt so long, yet at the same time it passed by in a blink of an eye and then the young men were waving good-bye to the fans as what looked like colored snow fell from the ceiling of the massive room where their performance took place. I was even further shocked to see tears in some of the young men's eyes. Were they truly that moved?

They finally disappeared from the screen, but it still was a solid twenty minutes before they all filed into the dressing room itself quietly. I didn't make any move to greet them or anything and only gazed at them as they began to murmur amongst themselves with small smiles on their faces.

"Bangtan?"

My heart jumped as I heard a female approach the boys outside the room and at the last minute I dove behind one of the black curtains.

"Hey, Kiri," Jin greeted politely, but a bit of sadness underlying his words.

"Hey Jin oppa," a female voice, surprisingly young sounding, replied warmly. "You did amazing today. You all did. Great job!"

"Thank you," all the men chorused back.

I closed my eyes briefly as the young men resumed to talk softly together after the woman walked away about their joy, their sadness, and their love for the ARMY that supported them.

Perhaps I misjudged them. Perhaps they truly were gentlemen after all.