A Promise: BTS X READER

Parts 1-10

*author's note: I already posted these parts on my insta account @/cutyjimin and am posting these here for when I transfer to wattpad to finish the story. Enjoy~*

Part 1:
Its the day of the concert — a day you never thought would arrive. It almost seems too good to be true, mostly because it's your first concert and you never thought you'd save up enough money to actually be able to go.

The boys are walking up and down the stage. The crowds are so loud you can barely hear yourself think. It's almost overwhelming, but it just makes everything more real.

Jimin begins to walk down the stage. You hold up your phone and start taking pictures of him. Your heart beats a mile a minute. Then, he does something you didn't expect.

He looks directly at you and walks to the side of the stage you're on. He smiles and reaches out for your phone. Your eyes widen and your heart beats even faster as you hand it to him.

He takes a few pictures and then types something. As he hands it back to you, your hands brush against each other, and you almost drop your phone as you pull your hand back. He grins and then walks back to where the rest of the boys are.

Part 2:
Your whole body is shaking. 'Did that really just happen?' You're surprised you can even stand. Other armys are looking in shock (and perhaps slight jealousy), and some congratulate you. You shove your phone back into your bag, fearing that if you were to look at the pictures you might actually faint.

The boys perform Mic Drop, Idol, Epiphany, and finish with Answer : Love Myself. Jimin hasn't looked at you since the beginning of the concert -- and although you feel a little disappointed, you still can't believe he even interacted with you. That is the dream of a million armys and it happened to you. 'I probably shouldn't read too much into it.' You try to bring yourself back down to earth.

After what feels like forever, you make it out of the venue. A tear starts to roll down your cheek. Did that really happen? 'Did I just see my favorite seven people in the world in person?' It feels like a dream that you can't wake up from -- that you don't want to wake up from. You wish you could relive it all over again.

You pull out your phone and stroke it against your cheek and hold it against your chest. Jimin touched this. I'll have a piece of Jimin with me forever. You open up the photo album and indeed, there are multiple selfies. 'HOW DOES HE LOOK SO CUTE? Holy shit. I'm the only one who will ever see these pictures.'
Knowing that makes them even more special.

The air starts to get cooler and the sky is growing darker. You switch to the messenger app to message your friend to pick you up, when you notice a text sent from your phone to a strange number. It simply reads, "Hey :)."
'What the hell? I didn't write this.' You send another message to the number asking who they are, and then you text your friend you location and ask her to pick you up.

Part 3:
After a long, exciting day, you find yourself starting to drift to sleep. 'Maybe I'll see Jimin in my dreams.' A small smile appears on your face as you get into bed and put your phone on your nightstand.
Your bedroom isn't big, but almost every inch is covered in some kind of BTS-decorated item or merch. You'd seen the boys grow up over the years, though you hadn't been around since the beginning. As much as you regret that, you're glad to at least have them in your life now and for the past three years.
As you rest your head on your pillow, your phone buzzes. 'It's probably just Marissa or Precious (your friends.' But then you remember that strange message. 'MAYBE IT'S THAT PERSON!' You shoot back up and grab at your phone.
Sure enough, it is. They've texted back the message "Guess ;P." 'Does this person not know emojis exist?' You text back that you're tired and don't have the patience for this. "Look, I don't find this funny whatever it is. I'll just delete and block your number if you don't tell me who you are," you text them. You rub your eyes, yawn, and put down the phone, not expecting them to respond. But then your phone buzzes three times. On your lockscreen, three messages read, "No! Wait! Please don't." "It's me, Jimin." "Please don't block me."
'Do they seriously expect me to believe they're him?' You text them back asking for a picture of him holding a paper with your phone number. You set your phone back down and take a second to collect your thoughts. You want to believe it's him, but it's probably one of your friends playing a prank.
Your phone buzzes. You hold your breath and open iMessage. At the very bottom of the conversation, there is a picture. Jimin is smiling and holding a napkin on which he wrote your number. 'OH MY GOSH.... holy shit. It's really him... How is this possible? Wait, oh that was what he was typing when he took my phone!'
"I don't even know what to say... I can't believe it's really you," you text him.
'Will he think I'm rude? I feel so bad now.' You squeal. 'How is this really happening? Is this a dream?'
He texts you back, "I saw you in the audience and I just knew I had to get to know you better. There's something about you."
You blush profusely and plunk your phone on the bed. You hop off the bed and start jumping around your room, your hands over your mouth. Jimin is really texting you -- and not just that. He's interested in you.
You jump back on the bed to see he's texted you something else: "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tomorrow to this cafe."
You text back, "Of course! Which cafe?"
He sends you the location and you both decide to meet up around noon.
"I'll see you tomorrow then :D" He texts you.
"Yes :) Goodnight," You reply.
"Night."
Tomorrow you're really going to have a date with Jimin.