𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

BTS - request

MISS RIGHT

- in which you and your friend attend a fan meet and you get asked to come backstage to meet the boys; requested by LoveBangtan_Girl

"I can't believe we're going," you squeal, sliding your socked feet into your sneakers as Hyebin stands impatiently outside your front door, her hands shaking with excitement as she nods frantically. Wasting no more time, you slam your front door shut behind you and jog to your mum's car, her fond laughter mixing in with Hyebin's sweet giggles as she starts the car and begins driving.

"Do you have the passes?" You urgently question, facing Hyebin with your lips parted in relief when she waves the two laminated passes in your face, her cheeks a rosy shade of pink from smiling too much. Sighing, you rest your head on her shoulder, your smile only widening as you count down the seconds until you're standing outside the venue.

All of this excitement and anxiousness has to do with a band called BTS. You and Hyebin have been huge fans of them for a long time and it's only been a dream of yours to go to one of their concerts or meet them in person. After years and years of dreaming, luck finally decided to play in your favour when of one of your dad's friends from work had bought two tickets to go to their upcoming fan meeting. Those tickets fatefully ended up in your hands.

Of course, being such big fans and all, you both are questioning whether what is happening is real or not as your mum pulls up to the building, barely being able to see the entrance over the heads of hundreds of screaming girls. She looks over her shoulder, a look of worry clouding her warm, brown eyes as she offers the two of you a tight lipped smile.

"Are you sure you two will be okay?" She asks, concern lacing her tone lovingly. You nod with a reassuring smile, leaning forward to press a kiss to her cheek before practically pushing Hyebin out of the car, throwing yourself out shortly after. Feeling at home in amongst the groups of screaming, singing, crying and dancing girls, you slip your hand into Hyebin's and begin walking towards the end of the line, conversation flowing easily between the two of you as your imaginations run wild with what could happen once you step inside.

After hours and hours of waiting, you and Hyebin make it to their entrance, your hearts stopping in your chests once you see the seven boys seated on the stage, animatedly chatting to the fans that sit in front of them. You squeeze Hyebin's hand with a high pitched scream, looking to your side to see her staring at the boys with glistening eyes.

"We're finally here," you whisper in awe, taking the next few steps forward as another round of fans take their turn with the boys. Minutes turn into another hour but it's worth it when you find yourselves at the front of the line, just meters away from the loves of your lives.

Hyebin goes up first, almost in tears when Namjoon grabs onto her hand, chuckling as he rubs slow circles onto her knuckles. Her mouth moves as she chats happily with him, hiking her thumb in your direction a few times, Namjoon's curious gaze drifting towards you slowly. Soon enough, she reluctantly moves onto Seokjin, making way for you to head up. Taking a deep breath, you shyly make your way towards Namjoon with a toothy grin, sitting yourself in front of him.

"Hi," he hums, waving cutely at you before grabbing onto your hand. "You must be Y/N! Hyebin told me a little bit about you but I'd like to know more."

This is it. This is how I die. All because Kim Namjoon said my name.

"She did? All good things, I hope," you chuckle, using your free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, heart melting at the sight of him laughing along to your little joke.