"I'm sorry, ma'am," the lady at the Will Call office walked back with the ticket in her hand and frowned," but your ticket is fake. We can't let you in and the show is sold out so we don't have any left for sale," she explained.
I nodded, holding back the burning tears trying to escape my eyes and looked over at my three amazing friends who were impatiently waiting for me to pile in after them. I waved at them to move along without me and smiled despite the aching pain in my heart. There was nothing I could do.
"Take videos and pictures for me! I love you guys!" I yelled back at them, trying my best to keep calm in the situation I was in.
I grabbed my things from the counter and watched my friends hesitantly walk inside, looking almost ashamed while doing so.
I walked past the line that was previously behind me, finding the exit from the stadium and turned back to look at the gigantic electronic sign above the venue.
"BTS Love Yourself Tour tonight only!!"
A tear fell down my cheek as I looked away and walked towards the exit to find somewhere to settle for the next 4 hours.
"DING DONG" my phone text tone went off and I jumped, grabbing my phone.
Best friend: "ok what the fuck even just happened?!"
I rolled my eyes and pouted in response and went to reply.
Me: "apparently the ticket I got was fake...and it's sold out. It's fine though I'll chill out here just get me some good videos of my babies! I purple you guys!"
Best friend: "Savannah, you literally spent your entire life savings and MORE for that ticket...it's not FINE! We will talk about this after. I purple you so much!"
I set my phone inside of my purse and looked around the venue for a nice spot to settle. I found a nice little corner that was out of the walkway and slumped down on the cold concrete.
A few minutes go by and I look at my phone for the time and see their faces looking back at me. Bts....the seven men that brought me out of my depressed state, that have brought true happiness and love into my life. I started to sob immediately. I covered my face and curled into a ball, resting my forehead on my knees. I tried to stop, I tried my best to just let it go but now I'm not only bankrupt but also bankrupt without seeing bts...and sitting on the streets of New Orleans...alone. People kept walking by staring and giving petty looks in my direction. Not once asking how I was or anything. I kept my head down listening to the consistent shuffle of feet passing by me. Suddenly I felt a presence near me and then a hand placed on my shoulder. I looked up from my safety blanket of soft pink hair and see him. Namjoon.
"Are you alright?" He asked with concern knotting his eyebrows.
I took a moment and nodded hesitantly, sliding my fingers through my hair tucking the strands behind my ear.
"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" He questioned as his eyes scanned my body and face looking for answers.
"N-no, I'm ok. I'm just...waiting here for my friends." I explained.
He chuckled shyly, "well they must be some shitty friends if they left you crying on the side of the road like this."
I laughed softly and wiped my tears off my cheek, "no it, um, wasn't intentional. I guess it's my fault that I'm here."
"How so?"
"Well," I paused and chuckled to myself, shaking my head, "I am actually here for the show tonight."
His eyebrows raised and he nodded, "well you should be inside by now right? The show starts in an hour" he stated.
I nodded trying to suppress my tears from flowing again "yeah well my ticket was apparently fake so here I am ... waiting outside for my friends until after the show. But if the show starts in an hour shouldn't YOU be inside?" I said raising my eyebrow at him.
Inside I'm completely shocked at how comfortable and calm I am in this moment. Namjoon always had that affect on me.
Calm.
Never fangirled or swooned over him so I guess if any of them would come check on me I'm glad it was him because otherwise I probably would have had a panic attack.
"Well," He states holding his hand out towards me, "I won't go on when I know an ARMY is in distress" he said and I take his hand and he helped me up.
"I mean I'm fine really-" he stopped me by waving his hands at me.
"Look I know how much these tickets are and I know the venue doesn't give refunds so standing out here crying isn't going to help anyone."
"Namjoon, it's sold out there isn't even a way to get me in."
He tilted his head and points at himself with a little grin, causing that dimple to peak out. "That's what I am here for." He grabs my hand engulfing it with his and practically dragged me behind him.
"What...what's going on, Namjoon!!?" I yell after him.
