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Min Yoongi / Suga

    º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°Angst - Concert °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º

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"It's late now. I think I should sleep"
"Of course, go, rest Yoongi"
"Goodnight y/n"
"Night Yoongi" you were just about to pull your phone away from your ear, ending the call however a last reminder from yoongi, "and don't forget tomorrow"
"I won't" you chuckled, "for the thousandth time Yoongi, I promise I'll be there"

The storyline to this phone conversation? Well, because Bts' manager has allowed you to visit them, you made a pinky promise to Yoongi that you'd be there for his concert when he was going to perform his solo tracks: first love, and seesaw.
Those songs were very special to him, and so were you, so you can imagine how important it is to him that you're there, backstage and supporting him.

"Promise?"
"I. Promise." You swore, putting your hand on your chest, "hand on heart"
"Ok good" he exclaimed, "Ill see you tomorrow then"
"See you tomorrow"
"Love you Jagi"
"Love you too Yoongi"

You ended the call, falling asleep, waiting for morning to come so you could get your train to Seoul.
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Tossing and turning, you couldn't seem to sleep. A pounding headache was stopping you from getting the rest you needed.
You grunted, your hand flipping vigorously onto the bed, frustrated.
You checked your forehead, finding that it was unusually hot.
You contemplated what to do, then decided to head downstairs, maybe grab a light snack or watch tv after having some medicine.

So you went down took a gulp of remedial syrup and made yourself a sandwich and turned on the tv, watching a Disney film, not giving too much care into which film as you were going to most likely fall asleep half way through anyway.
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H-huh..what time is it?
You grunted long, palpating your forehead which faced a major headache still.

There was a blinding light provided by the tv that was still on, displaying a random picture of a hill as it hadn't been operated for the entire night.
It was morning, the curtains still closed so it was mainly dark in the living room with no natural sunlight.

Putting the blanket aside, you got up and stretched your arms out and behind you till you realised-

"Shit!" You cursed, running up the stairs to check your phone.
Pressing the home screen you checked the time, "shit shit shit SHIT" you repeated over and over in rising stress.

You rushed to the bathroom, brushing you teeth vigorously before changing into a pair of plain jeans and a sweatshirt, not giving any care to your fashion.
Brushing your hair and not bothering with makeup, you grabbed your already packed suitcase and ran out the door.
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"She'll be here Yoongi"
"It's already past 4!"
"Maybe there's traffic"
"She's taking a train" Yoongi shot Namjoon a confused look.
"I..traffic with people. Look, don't overthink this, she'll be here on time"
"She should be here.."