So I went to MetLife on the 18. I have no pictures because my tablet was too big and I don't have a phone, but I want to remember everything. I don't know where I'm going with this or what will happen, but I hope you enjoy the results! And again, thank you for supporting me and for almost 3.5K! There's gonna be a part two lol. I'm too lazy to edit this, but I haven't posted in ages for this story. :] sry bout that
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The day was here. Y/n woke up ready and terrified. Prepared and anxious. Dressed in merch and holding the items she'd double checked, Y/n set off. She took a bus. No one would drive her 2 hours to Newark and Y/n wouldn't have asked anyone to. She hoped making friends at the concert would be easy, but approaching strangers had never been easy.
The bus ride felt like minutes to the soundtrack of Yn's favorite Bts tracks. She allowed her other kpop tracks to play, Hwasa, Monsta X, and so on even though it felt like a small betrayal. She didn't want to wear out the songs before she heard them live. Live. All too soon and not soon enough the bus stopped next to the stadium and Y/n filed off, clutching her clear plastic bag tightly.
She took in the lines for merch that trailed up, over, and across curbs, down to the parking lots. Y/n breathed in the smell of asphalt, sweat, dirt, and everything else. MetLife rose above her like a skyscraper. For a moment, Y/n contemplated how big the dot of the i was. Two of her? Three? Maybe as large as the young trees that armies clustered beneath in attempts to escape the sun.
The sun. It shone brilliant as J-Hope's smile; she couldn't raise her eyes to behold it. A group of army dressed as Halsey made their way past her and she hid a smile behind her hand. Wish I was that creative. Another dressed in an iron man body suit. Armies wore every imaginable ensemble. Regular jeans and tshirts, some wore harnesses and garter belts, one guy with outrageously pink hair wore what Y/n assumed to be an outfit of Jimin's. Everyone was laughing and talking and listening to the boys and counting down the hours until 7:30.
Y/n bought a bracelet, a pin, accepted free hand outs of stickers, pictures and more pins. She got a ribbon for her army bomb and synced it at the table in the merch tent. Next to the tent and lines for food, a group has gathered for a random dance challenge. Onlookers cheered them on and sang along. Y/n joined in for Boy with Luv, the only dance she was confident enough to go all out. Some moves, like the choreo for Kill This Love, Y/n did in small movements on the side.
At moments, there were abrupt hushes as the Boys could be heard from inside the stadium. Y/n cried when sound check floated on the air. Boy with Luv and Idol and Dionysus.
"YOU CAN'T STOP ME LOVING MYSELF!" Y/n shouted with everyone.
By sunset, lines had already formed and Y/n made her way to the SAP gate. She made friends with the girls behind her, tearing up when Namjoon's voice could be heard above the noise.
Y/n got dinner with her friends and then separated to find their respective seats.
Section 317.
Row 22.
Seat 27.
Blood, Sweat, and Tears was playing, the music video displayed across the big screens. Fake Love. Spring Day. Dionysus.
The stage had large masses covered in white sheets, Y/n knew they were the pillars, the table, for Dionysus. She could feel the excitement rippling through the crowds. The screams that rose up as one voice whenever a certain frame in the mv hit too hard. The chants that rose up despite the concert not even having started.
Y/n joined one that was building behind her.
"WE STAN LEGENDS!" followed by five claps.
She made small talk with the girl next to her, finding out when she started stanning and marveling silently over her pretty dark eyes. She never got her name, but the girl pointed out when people were moving around behind the stage.
And then Y/n looked at the stage again. The table and pillars were uncovered. Small humans in black crossed the stage to finish preparations and the final music video came to an end.
