BTS Oneshots

Concert Pt. 1 [PJM]

Requested by: parkjimins_tinywifey [AFF]

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Today was the day. The day you get to see bts live. There's still five hours before the concert starts but you were already nervous. At the moment, you were getting ready and chatting with your sister and friend over the phone. The only thing you were talking about is how excited you are.

"I'll arrive at the house in ten minutes. Make sure to wash your face and hair before I arrive," your friend suddenly says. She was going to help you pamper yourself ahead of time so you could line up early.

You hum and hang up, quickly entering the bathroom to do what she said. Halfway through cleansing your face, you feel a sharp wave of cramps hit your stomach. You groan and clutch the edge of the sink with one hand and clutch your stomach with the other hand. A look of agony is on your face.

You were really hoping you wouldn't have any troubles till after the concert. "This hurts so much," you hiss, a few tears trickling down your face. The sound in the bathroom consists of your groans and the running water.

A sudden knock comes from the door. You quickly fix your composure and try to hold in the pain. "Y-Yes?" your voice wavers. "What's wrong, Y/n?" Your friend asks. You were surprised, not expecting her to already be here.

"Nothing, I-I'm fine!" You shut the water and wipe your face before exiting the bathroom. Your friend gives you a weird look but brushes it off and starts what she's going to do to you. "I need you to tell me what you're going to wear so I can have an idea on your hair, and makeup."

You nod and show her the outfit you're going to wear. Your friend taps her chin, nodding along at the choice of clothing. "I got it! Ready?" You smile and nod. "Ready!"

"Great. Change first." You pick up the clothes, head to the bathroom and begin changing. Now that you're out of view, you could show how much pain you're in. Your face was twisted with pain but you had to continue to hold it in.

Minutes pass and you're ready to be pampered. For an hour, you sit on the chair and breath in and out, feeling the pain lessen. Once your friend is done with you, she leaves to your sisters room and helps her get ready.

By the time she's done, there's two hours and thirty minutes left. The venue was thirty minutes away so without wasting another minute, you leave with the two slightly older ladies and drive, Despite your excitement, the aching pain in your stomach made it hard but you tried to be as excited as your friend and sister.

Taking medicine didn't help much either. It was fruitless. Now, standing at the line, it began to move bit by bit until you reached the front. The security guard quickly checks you and allows you to enter after presenting your ticket. Once you enter, you rush to your seat, sister and friend trailing behind.

The venue wasn't as filled as they expected but then again, they were one of the first people to arrive. "I can feel butterflies dancing in my stomach! They're going to be so close to us!" Your sister says, slightly bouncing forward. You and your friend laugh. You were lucky enough to get tickets close enough to see them clearly.

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The concert has begun. It's already halfway through and fans never stopped screaming and singing along. You were part of the screaming crowd but the sharp pain in your stomach suddenly came back and caused you to go silent.

You groan and quickly inform your friend that you'll be right back. Rushing out of your seat, you run through the crowd and constantly apologize for blocking people's view. In ten minutes, you're out of the crowd and making your way to the restrooms. You quickly lock yourself in the first cubicle you see.

This is hurting me too much," you harshly whisper, beginning to cry. You were hoping your period didn't come this week but it still did. You spent the next hour clutching your stomach, crying and groaning. At that moment, your phone began to ring. You sniff and take your phone out, seeing it's your sister calling.

"Where are you? It's been an hour and the concert already ended!" You can't help but feel disappointed. "Wait for me at the parking lot. I'll be there in a few minutes." She says a few more things and hangs up after making sure you're completely fine. Luckily, the cramps stopped and you were quick enough to rinse the ruined makeup away from your face. You step out of the bathroom and head to the venue but it was empty with a few people still lingering,

You look down to hide the sadness, tears slowly trickling down your face again. You walk to the exit when you bump into something hard. You squeak in surprise and look up to meet eyes with a man covered from head to toe. "Are you okay?" He softly asks, a slight accent evident.

You quickly wipe your tears away and nod, refusing to look them in the face. "Follow me, please." He gestures and walks back to the venue and to the side. You were surprised and worried that you'll get in trouble for entering a restricted place. "W-Wait!"

The man turns around and removes the items covering his face, revealing who he is. Jimin. You gasp and rub your eyes making sure you aren't dreaming. Jimin laughs at the look on your face and takes you over to Namjoon.

In korean, Jimin asks him to ask you why you're crying. Namjoon quickly translates after you explain what happened from the cramps to missing half of the concert. Jimin's mouth forms a small 'o' and nods before he leaves the room.

"He'll be back in a few minutes. Have a seat, you must be tired." Namjoon offers. You thank him and sit down. You couldn't believe that your idols were so close to you not to mention you're speaking with them. The other members take notice of your presence and are quick to bombard Namjoon with questions before they introduce themselves to you.

Jimin comes back and gestures for you to come. You slowly walk over to him and bid goodbye to the rest. When you step out, you see Jimin hold a ticket in his hands. "This is for you," he slowly says and hands you the ticket.

It was a front row ticket for the next concert. Your already excited face turns brighter and you can't help but constantly thank him for it. However, you do try to return it knowing you didn't spend your money on a ticket.

Jimin shakes his head, pushes your hand away and in a cute way he says, "keep it." You hesitate but give in and thank him again. Your lips were stretched out in a wife grin and your eyes sparkled with excitement. "Cute."

You blink in surprise. You feel your cheeks burn as the blood rushes to your face. "T-Thank you," you manage to say in a small voice. Jimin doesn't say anything for a few minutes before he clears his throat and tries his best to ask you, "would. . . you like a-a date with m-me?"

It makes you even more surprised and extremely shy. You couldn't look him in the face but after two minutes of no response, Jimin becomes very nervous. "So. . . yes? No?" You finally lift your head and slowly nod.

Jimin grins and holds up a finger. He runs back into the room and comes back with his jacket and Namjoon behind him. Jimin speaks in korean and Namjoon is listening to what he's saying. "Jimin wants to know if you'd like him to walk you to your car and when would you like to go on the date."

"That would be great and here's my number to decide when." Namjoon translates and leaves right after. Both walk out of the venue and into the parking lot in a comfortable silence. You soon arrive where both your sister and friend are impatiently waiting.

Your sister spots you but the words that were going to speer out of her mouth suddenly disappears when she sees who's with you.

Jimin can't help but smile and wave at them before he looks at you. :See you tomorrow?" He asks and shows you his number. "Yes, I'll text you." you say and shake your phone to let him know you'll message him.

Jimin understands and nods, smiling in happiness. You wave goodbye but before you could walk to the car, Jimin gently holds your hand and plants a chaste kiss on the palm of it.

"Sweet dreams."