What?
"Are you sure?" I ask Aydin.
I was surprised at my own reaction, them coming was always something I wished for. The typical fan I was, I would always dream about them- me meeting them and our inseparable friendship beginning from there. As cliche as it sounds, I would think about it every night before bed.
Thankfully, I wasn't the only one who thought of those things, but Aydin, my cousin here had the same thoughts too.
"I'm a 100% sure." She shows me her tablet which has a screenshot of all the tour dates. In a very small white arial font, at the very bottom it says 'Auckland, New Zealand.'
"So we are their last tour date?" I question.
"Correct."
"They are going to finish their tour date here then rest and then record Bon Voyage."
"Is that not too much work? I feel like they'll be tired." I sigh, worried about how all their concert dates are on consecutive days.
"I think that Bon Voyage or whatever it is will give them some rest since they are doing something fun right? And Aydin said they are going to rest before that too." Hoor says in monotone before the bell interrupts our conversation.
"What do you have?" Aydin questions me as she turns her body towards my direction.
"Double English for the first two periods." I reply to her. With a nod, she leaves to go towards her class, leaving Hoor and I.
Hoor, who is a year younger than me, has been best friends with me ever since we were four years old, well since she was four and I was five. The starting of our friendship isn't all cutesy. In fact, we used to go to the same local mosque where we used to learn the Arabic language and the holy book, The Quran.
It started with us having the same glittery pink ballerina shoes that we left by the shoe rack. I remember losing my own pair and mistook her shoes for mine. So I took her shoes and that's when she started to run after me with a few of her older siblings- one to five. It's not the best memory to have when I remember locking myself in my dads car whilst everyone banged on the doors in order to get the glittery shoes.
Till this day she always gives everyone the same response to their question- when did you meet?- with a smug face she'd reply "Raihe stole my shoes when we were four and five." And I'd go to my defence like always, "You mean it was a misunderstanding," I'd correct her.
What I would really want to say is "Well you just didn't realise that people could misunderstand things especially if they have the same shoes as you AND that it's not a good idea to scare a five year old like that by cornering her and threatening to physically harm her," but of course we can't do that here since she loves to get her point across and will always stand up for herself no matter what.
"Don't tell me we have Ms Thomas, ugh I hate her so much." She whines to me.
"It's the odd week so we have her this week, besides she's nice to us it's just that I don't like her way of teaching- I simply don't understand it." I say, trying to make the mood a little lighter.
With our long navy skirts and sky blue blouses- and god knows what coloured panties, we head to our very first period of the day.
Feelings of tiny butterflies flutter around my stomach when i think about BTS coming to New Zealand.
We will be breathing the same air and ugh, justthe fact that I'm not allowed to go to any concerts or don't have the money really sucks.
Scrunching my face in distress I kick a pebble which hits Hoor's bottom.
"Ouch you arse. Wanna fight me?" She says as she looks up at me.
"Short people can't reach up this high." I say to her with a laugh as I skip away from her.
Not that I'm that tall with my 5'5 height.
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I turn around in my bed with my phone clutched in my hands, scrolling through Instagram.
"World tour..world tour." I mumble to myself as I scroll down a BTS news update page.
A pink page that fits Sals description catches my eyes. Just like she described, in white arial font at the bottom of the page it reads 'Auckland, New Zealand.'
Squealing inside, and on the outside I jump up on my bed. My dreams have finally come true. Despite not being able to go to their concert, I'm happy regardless for the fact that they'll actually come here. It's just so...exciting?
But a strange feeling forms in the pit of my stomach, a weird feeling screams something is about to happen with them coming here.
Turning off my phone, I roll to the other side of my bed, pulling my blanket up to my chest. After a few prayers, I start to imagine all the possible ways I could meet them.
Maybe going to tourist places in Auckland, just in case they might be there too?
Nah I won't be allowed to step foot outside of the house anyways, I'm only 15.
Sneak out of the house before their concert and wait outside?
Don't even think about it, unless you want to die Raihe!
With a disappointed sigh, I close my eyes and hope that I'd be at least able to meet them in my dreams- if not in reality.
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Promise Me / Yaksokhae • K.T.H
Fanfiction"Meeting you was unexpected, loving you was promised." ♢ ♢ ♢ "Promise me that you'll stay with me, till the end." "A promise is meant to be broken, Mr Kim Taehyung." Who would have thought that fate woul...
