134340 ♪ yoongi

; one

your account;

previous day;

you laughed at your internet friend who always tried to comment in your tweets. you were shy in real life and thought that maybe it would be different online, but you were wrong. if anything, you were even more shy.

many people on Twitter had thousands of followers and you felt a bit intimidated by their followers who always seemed to be updated on what they were doing. whenever a big account would tweet something, instantly they would have likes, retweets and replies. you have tried to communicate with some army's on twitter but some of them have always thought that having a lot of followers suddenly makes them untouchable.

you liked your friends reply before leaving the app and going into YouTube to look at your video recommendations. you tried to be updated with bts and everything that they were doing, hence why you followed a lot of accounts on Twitter and channels on YouTube.

saying yoongi was your bias was an understatement. you have followed them every since they were in LA, that is where you first saw them. you were walking in the streets when out of nowhere a piece of paper was shoved into your face.

"please come! it's no money!"

you took a step back from where the paper was in your face to look at a guy with brown hair, he had slanted catlike eyes and small thin lips, not to mention, it seemed like this was the first time he had stepped out into the sun.

you finally decided to look at the piece of paper that was in his hands, you thanked your dad for teaching you english while you stayed in the states with him.

"oh, you are having a concert."

"yes, please come. good music!"

you smiled and took the paper.

"is it your first concert?"

he scratched the back of his neck while nodding, it seemed like he was nervous.

"i'll try to come and support your group."

you said as you gave him a small smile.

"eh?"

you chuckled a bit before facing him.

"i'll go to...cheer?"

as your placed your hands next to your face and did a small cheer.

his eyes lighted up as he smiled.

"thank you miss!"

you smiled while you waved at him, making sure to place the paper into your bag. you would still have to ask your dad if you could go, but he would probably accept since it's free.

"wish i could go back to the old days to relive that moment."

you remember attending their concert and being fascinated by their music and how it would make you dance and try to murmur the song that was in a language you didn't know. of course, you couldn't stay till the end since your dad had let you go but you still had to follow your curfew.

"i wonder why they didn't show the hyung line giving out the concert flyers."

you have always wondered the same question, in the videos on YouTube it had showed the maknae line giving out the flyers but you remember clearly that yoongi had shoved the paper into your face.