Min Yoongi: Barricade

Barricade

You tell yourself to calm down.
"It's not that deep." You think to yourself as the crowd of sweat covered fans press against your shaking body.
"You can't let yourself feel this way."
You stretch your tight neck from side to side. You glance over at your friend who's arm is eagerly intertwined with yours, her big eyes glistening as she watches the pre-made intermission video dance on the big screens. She notices your stare and her eyes meet yours. Her bottom lip sticks out as she looks at you. She leans into you, putting her mouth near your ear and cupping her hand around it.
"I think this is the last song!" 
She yells over the waves of laughter and screams. You mimic her earlier motion, sticking out your lip as well, making her giggle. Her elbow, crossed with yours, nudges your side as she raises her eyebrows at you.
"Think he's gonna eye fuck you again?"
She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. You roll yours and fix your gaze back on the screen. You swallow, telling yourself once again that it's nothing.
"Hey." You look over at your friend and she brings her lips to your ear.
"I'm serious, he's looked at you like five times and he doesn't look away like he does with everyone else."
She leans back down, he eyebrows arched at you.
"Stop encouraging me." You yell in her direction.
"I wouldn't, you know how I am." She looks hard at you and you can't help but laugh.
She's right, she wouldn't just say a member of your favorite band was staring into your soul unless she meant it. She was a realist, always telling you to shut down your fantasies, to not let them affect you because they'd never happen. And she was right, which you hated. So the fact that she of all people, was telling you right here... right now.. that the guy you've let yourself fall in love with actually noticed your presence?
You were fucked.
Before you had the chance to tell her she's wrong, you feel the bass of the music in your chest and lights splatter across the stadium. You hear those familiar voices echo and the crowd excitedly scream as they appear back on stage. The sea of people begin to bounce up and down and you let yourself get lost in the moment, telling yourself to let all those crazy thoughts go and just soak everything in one last time.
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Two encore tracks later and you and your best friends arms are trickled with sweat. The boys bend down, grabbing water bottles as they line up to say their farewell speech. You take this moment to lean down and whisper in your friends ear.
"See? Didn't look at me once."
She rolls her eyes and fixates back to the stage.
You both listen to each member, cheering and laughing as they say their goodbyes.
And then it's his turn.
Your chest immediately tightens at his deep voice. You love the way it goes even an octave lower while he attempts to speak English.
You interlock your fingers with your friend as his voice resounds through the audience. He's straight across from you, his profile facing you as he addresses the camera in front of him.
"We get our energy from you!" His statement excites the fans, resulting in high pitched cheers. He flashes his gummy smile and every person in the stadium swoons.
The final song begins and the members disperse across the stage small stage. You and your friend sway back and forth to the rhythm, you laugh as you see a single tear escaping her eyelid.
"You pussy!" Your wide smile shouts at her. She bats you away with her free hand and wipes at her running mascara. You throw your head back and laugh, until you feel her grip on your fingers tighten. The audience roars and shuffles. Her tight hold hurts and you try to pull away, but when you turn your head to look at her, her eyes are glued straight to the front. You follow her stare and your eyes reflect into a pair of ink black almonds.
Min Yoongi squats down on the edge of the stage. He rests his elbows on his knees as his lips move at lightning speed into the microphone. You barely catch his gaze, hidden by the dark red locks curtaining his eyes. Your eyes lock and your heart stops. A slight smirk plays on his lips. He never gets this close to the crowd, normally standing off to the side.
His presence overwhelms a group of girls behind you. You feel the ground vibrate with the rush of feet, you get pushed from side to side and your friend clings to you. You feel a solid force behind you and your body slams into the barricade. You wince as your friend lurches her body against yours, the crowd closing in on her side. She curses. You feel bodies press against your back and you bend forward over the barricade, trying to catch the breath that was knocked out of you as your hand flys to your chest.
"Back up! Back up!" A deep voice booms.
But no one backs up, in fact they push harder. You squeeze your eyes shut, the metal hit hard against your rib cage and you know it's going to bruise. You hear your friend curse again as she pulls her twisted arm out from yours. The security members wave their arms, you see the members of BTS awkwardly standing on stage, unsure what to do.
"Back the fuck up!"
A voice roars over the speakers.
Like nothing you've experienced before, the entire stadium goes quiet. The music fades out. The sounds of confetti falling and whispers only fill the room. Someone clears their throat and you hear Namjoon's voice sternly telling the audience to be respectful of one another. The crowd murmurs and he switches back to concert mode, thanking everyone for coming. You mentally thank him as you raise yourself up from the barricade. Your eyes pry open to look to your shaken friend. Her mouth is slightly opened, her hand absentmindedly rubbing her crushed wrist as she stares in front of you. The security team flocks to either side of you across the barricade, their arms outstretched, pushing people back. Your eyes dart to the movement as the crowd roars again, their eyes locked in your direction. Finally you look up.
You stomach drops.
His ear piece dangles on his shoulder while his mic hangs to his side. His eyebrows push together, sweat trickling down his temple. His face is enraged.
"Are you ok?"
His body is as close to the edge of the stage as possible, hence the onslaught of security holding back the fans. He crouches towards you, his cat eyes scanning over your entire body, sending shivers through you.
You quickly nod your head, you arms wrapped around your bruised waist.
His eyes dart to a crew member towards the side of the arena, and then back to you. He straightens, adjusting his clothing and returning to the line of members as if nothing happened. Jin says something endearing and the audience lightens up, laughing at whatever escaped his lips as the music plays once again. A security member places his hands on yours and your friend's shoulders, asking if you were alright. You shake your head as you rub at your stomach. He quickly turns as a staff member whispers in his ear.
BTS begins their decent, each member waving across the arena and saying their goodbyes. You look up. You catch the eyes of several members, a concerned look on each of their faces.
You're embarrassed. How fucking pitiful is this?
You feel your friend snake her arm back with yours. You lean into her comforting presence and she presses her mouth to your ear.
"Min Yoongi just told the crowd to back the fuck up for you." Your mouth dries and your head snaps to hers.
"That was him!?" Your voice hitches as your ears search hers.  Her wide eyes stare into yours and she bounces her locks.
"I'm fucking shook, he cursed babe, in English, he literally said fuck and got pissed because they were crushing us."
You look at the members walking to the main stage. You scan for him, you look at his wide shoulders sauntering towards the exit. His demeanor looked annoyed, mad even. Jimin steps towards him, slide his arm around his shoulders but he immediately nudges him off and disappears behind stage. One by one they exit, and the rush of people move to leave the arena.
You and your friend stay put, still in shock. She keeps murmuring incoherent statements. You pull a streamer from her hair and smile at her. She smiles back, squeezing your hand. Her smile breaks as something catches her attention. She nods behind you and you turn.
An official looking korean man with "BTS" printed on his black shirt approaches you. Your heart races as his fingers press to the ear piece, his korean words flowing into the small mic attached to it. Your friend clings to your side as he glances between he two of you. He sighs, holding a black clipboard against his side. You quickly scan around at the thinning crowd only ten to fifteen people left taking selfies with the confetti covered stage. You put your focus back to him, his face serious.
"I would like to apologize for what happened earlier." His voice comes out formal, monotone.
Your shoulders relax. "Oh. That's it." You think to yourself. "He just has to formally apologize, maybe. Maybe we could sue or something?" You rake your brain.
"It's not anyone's fault." You warmly smile at him.
"Thank you though." You friend adds, her arm tightly linked with yours.
He doesn't return the smile. Instead, he watches the remainder of fans exit the stadium. His watch follows until only the three of you remain, excluding the rest of the staff and security.
"Is.." you glance to your best friend, her eyes are round,
"Is everything ok? Did we do something?"
You begin to panic as his hard stare focuses back to yours.
"This is how this is going to work,"  he looks down and brings the clipboard in front of him, pulling a pin out from his pocket. With a soft click he begins scribbling on the papers.
"Listen closely, I don't want to have to repeat myself."
"Uhm-" he cuts you off.
"You're going to follow me. I'll be taking your phone and any other recording devices on you." He scans your body up and down, his eyes glance to the fanny pack fastened to your waist.
"I'll just take that." He quickly points to your bag and continues.
"Everything that happens is completely confidential. You will be signing multiple contracts saying you will not speak of this evening, you will not post on any social media platform or contact any person giving any kind of details. By signing you are saying you understand the agreement and by breaking the contract you will be taken to court for a substantial amount of money. Anything posted will immediately be deleted, your account will be suspended, and you will no longer be allowed to attend any BTS related event or be within one hundred feet of any member."
His words come out quickly and factually. The gears in your brain turn, trying to understand the situation.
"If you disagree to any of these terms you will fill out this form," he flips the page on his clipboard, "saying this conversation never happened and you can go about your day." He flips the page closed and looks into your eyes. He extends the silver pen to you and you look down, staring at it.
"Uhm," you hover your hand over his.
"Okay." You glance to your friend, her mouth hangs wide open.
"Yeah, Okay." You clear your throat.
"Yeah. Okay." You rake your hand through your hair and look up at his face. He's annoyed.
"Okay so, wait what?"
He crosses his arms over his small muscled body. He tilts his head to the side as he looks you over again. You squirm underneath his gaze.
He lets out a heavy sigh. He wiggles his fingers at you.
"Just come with me."
He turns and starts walking towards a small exit next to the main stage. You quickly pull your friend along with you, and he looks over his shoulder.
"No." He stops at the door, his hand holding the knob.
"Just you." He points at you with the pen between his fingers.
Your friend scoffs, removing her arms from yours so that she can cross them over her chest.
"Wait no, I can't do that." You shake your head at him, he raises an eyebrow.
"I can't leave her." She lets out a triumphant "hmph" and he finally breaks a tiny smile.
"She's going with her." He points over her shoulder at a slender korean woman. She friendly waves at your friend to join her, a small smile on her lips. You friend take multiple glances between the three of you, her whole body in a state of shock. Finally she lands back on you, her face white. Slowly a big smile spreads across her face and she squeezes your arms.
"Well fuck it!" She half trots over to the woman. You panic, yelling after her.
"Wait! This is insane!" You hear her ticker laugh as she palms the purple clipboard held out to her. Yelling over her shoulder, they walk in the opposite direction.
"Live a little!" She hurriedly turns to you, flashing you a thumbs up before following the woman to a door across he concert hall.
You gulp, and move to the man holding the door open for you.
You catch his eyes momentarily before following him into the dimly lit hallway. It's quiet, you watch your feet step along the concrete floor, hugging yourself tightly.
"Calm the fuck down." You tell yourself.
You begin to hear a soft chatter coming from a lit room at the end of the hallway.
Korean. Of course. You can't understand a word. You follow closely behind the man, your fingers fumbling with the zipper of your fanny pack, desperately trying to grab your phone. You quickly adjust the brightness, hiding the phone close to your body as your nails tap against the screen.
"This is insane, what the fuck is happening?" You press send.
Immediately your phone buzzes, you squeeze it trying to hush the sound of the vibration. Before the man turns his head towards you, you quickly look down at the screen to check your best friend's response.
An eggplant emoji.
"I'll need to take that, as well as whatever you have in that bag."
He leads you into a tan colored room, filled with all sorts of sound and light equipment. Against the wall leans a rack of clothes, which you quickly realize is their performance outfits. Your eyes widen.
"You can take a seat right there." He points to the black leather couch before turning to a tall korean man. The new man looks you over as the man with the clipboard speaks to him in korean. The both nod, glancing in your direction. You meet eyes, and you shyly smile. They look back to each other.
The tall man says one last thing in a hushed tone, nods, then walks his way to a door across the room. You look to the clipboard man as you hear the door shut.
He sits down on the coffee table in front of you, unclipping a pile of papers and tapping them in order against his thigh. For the first time, he looks at you with the slightest emotion. It gives you confidence.
"Can I ask what's happening?" Your voice comes out small as you toy with a strand of your hair.
He clicks and unclicks his pen, looking directly into your glazed eyes. He softly chuckles, directing his gaze back to the stack of papers and thumbing them.
"Honestly," he gently places the stack on your lap. "I'm just doing what I'm told" he holds out the silver pen for you to take. You stare at it.
"Just sign the papers, trust me."
You tentatively grab the pen, and with that, he stands and walks towards the same door the tall man left through earlier.
You're so in shock, you don't even call after him. Instead, you push your long hair behind your shoulders, and finger by finger your crack your knuckles as you read the first line of the contract.