The night was young, the moon was glittering in the far back of her vision as Davina took in what was unfolding in front of her.
Seven boys, emerged from the backstage, one particular boy sending a wink at her direction and stood proudly on the stage, arms open wide which initiated the screams and yelling.
They all were wearing black t-shirt and jeans, tucked in, with whatever type of shoes they found comfortable, ear pieces in their ears and black microphones in their hands. On their faces were genuine smiles and their eyes seem to reflect so many emotions that Davina couldn't simply count.
Each had different coloured hair, in different styles she noticed, jimin had his hair swooped,hair colour being a dark grey sophisticated indeed. jungkook had a coconut haircut in a dark brown, living up to the recent memes happening all over Twitter. Since she had learned all their names, ( Ilaria had forced her to), she went on with it, and jimin had mentioned that it was fine to say their actual names rather than stage, Davina couldn't possibly live to call all of them ' oppa' even if it were respect.
The blonde boy, taehyung had his hair somewhat closely cropped too, namjoon obviously towering over other members, wore his hair with much pride in a shade of grey, but not similar to jimin's a few shades lighter, he looked good, Davina approved.
Next she noticed a mop of orange hair, hoseok,she remembered when a brighter smile contoured his face again, and both girls found themselves smiling in return. Another vivid coloured hair caught her attention, this time pink,seokjin , he looked fitting with the hair colour, pulling it off effortlessly. yoongi was last, with black hair, no doubt happy that his roots are no longer damaged or damaging.
By the time, Davina finished with all their faces and hair colours, Ilaria was squealing in delight when their songs started playing outlook as she enthusiastically mouthed the lyrics to the beat, and moving around matching the tempo which in turn made Davina laugh.
their songs were catchy, even if she hadn't understood a word from the lyrics, but it was good enough knowing how happy all boys were, meeting their fans and singing for them. and not to mention they were pretty hot, and they danced well which she appreciated as she was a contemporary dancers herself,even if she didn't listen to their music.
She knew about them through Ilaria May anyway, and knew how much they meant to her throughout the years and that every year, Ilaria and discreetly written a letter to Davina, wishing that she would be able to attend a convert and tonight was the night.
Little did she know that, this wasn't all and what she had planned later for the night could potentially be the cause of her death, which left Davina to cross her fingers and pray to the gods that she doesn't die.
The hours passed by quickly, and the hall was starting to empty out quickly, the guards ushering them all put hurriedly, no doubt desperate to breathe freely.
Ilaria and Davina both almost got lost among the sea of strangers when a boy with a turf of brown hair, jeongguk, gripped her wrist tightly, and nodded his head towards jimin who was dealing with Ilaria, her face awe-struck that her idol was holding her wrist.
' you both are coming with us ' namjoon said, in a very rich english accent, knowingly glancing at Davina momentarily before flashing a warm smile for Ilaria.
They both walked behind the boys, ignoring the curious glances and pointed looks directed at them from everyone else around them. The group went through the backstage and into a hallway, stopping in front of the room labelled ' REST ROOM FOR VISITING GROUP'.
Davina was nudged by taehyung, who gestured to her wrist watch which read 23:45. ' it's show time' she thought.
' Ilaria, I have to go to the rest room, I'll be quick ' she said, acting as if she was rushed to go to the rest room when in fact she had to get the cake.
' oh okay ' she nodded uncertainly and began saying something else when seokjin beat her to it.
' darling you'll be fine with us, come on ' he shoved Ilaria into the room and everyone followed her, everyone except jimin.
The boys exchanged looks with him and closed the door, where Davina could here questions fired at Ilaria, and her friend's occasional yelps.
' we have to be quick ' jimin told her, taking her wrist and running down the hallway, and for once Davina was so glad she was wearing her shoes, with the speed jimin was going at she wasn't sure she would be alive to see the lights again if she had worn heels.
They both huddled into the spacious elevator, jimin hastily pushing the ground floor bottom, his feet tapping the floor anxiously which unknowingly made Davina smile, and laugh.
' why are you laughing, oh god what if the cake is not there? ' the boy asked, running his pretty fingers through his grey locks.
' sunshine that's not happening, put some trust in me ' she replied, getting off the elevator and looking for the delivery man.
There he was, a pretty cake with his hands, helmet messily on his head. Pushing some dollar bills, Davina took the cake gratefully, not forgetting a smile and walked to the elevator, where jimin stood, holding the lift at ground floor.
When they reached the 7th floor, they tiptoed quietly, and stood near the staircase, in front of the room.
' do you have a lighter? ' Davina asked, putting the candles in the cake quickly, sweat beading her forehead, wiping furiously from the sleeve of her shirt.
' really, you bought candles but not a lighter ' shaking his head disapprovingly, he took out a small lighter and lit the candles carefully.
She put her hands covering the candles, and jimin stood up and took the cake from her hands allowing Davina to stand and brush some dust off herself.
after giving the cake back to her, jimin went in to the room, shooting a small smile, which encouraged Davina, in return she mouthed thank you with a small smile of her own, lighting his entire face.
Taking a deep breath, she waited for a few seconds, so that jimin could begin his act.
When the lights of the room went off, and the clock ticked at 23:59, she walked into the room, balancing the cake and her bags at once singing backed up by the members and was faced with a wide eyed blonde girl, surprised nonetheless.
' HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU '
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the next chapter' s beggining will be from Ilaria'perspective before the reveal of the cake,, please don't be confused.
and I spent god knows how long on writing the freaking descriptions like man
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