Forever Young 영원히 젊은 Park Jimin

Chapter 5: Meeting BTS

"And the number one song of the week is...Blood Sweat & Tears by Bangtan Sonyeondan!" The MC announced. The cameras focused on the seven boys in front of the stage as they hugged each other and gave a thank you speech.

Standing at the Inkigayo stage with BTS was a dream come true. Well yeah, they were at the front while my group and I were kind of in the back, but at least we were breathing the same air.

Okay, that was kind of creepy.

I'm a fangirl, sue me.

We had just performed our comeback stage for Playing With Fire, our new song, so we weren't included in the running for Song of the Week yet, but I had a good feeling about this song. I was hoping that next week we'll be standing in front of the stage again to receive an award!

The intro to Blood Sweat & Tears started playing again, signaling the end of the show. We began bowing, thanking and congratulating our fellow idols who were on the stage with us as we started walking off the stage to let BTS have their moment.

"Gale-eonni," Rosé called. "They're staring."

"Huh? Who?" I asked, looking back to see what she meant.

While the hyung line was busy waving to their fans while singing their parts, the maknae line was doing something else.

Jeon Jungkook was trying to be inconspicuous, stealing glances every now and then, then quickly looking away, while Kim Taehyung was outright staring, but I could only focus on one thing.

Park Jimin was looking at me, but it felt different. It was like he was staring through my eyes and right into my soul.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, pulling me out of my trance.

"Gale-ah, come on!" Jisoo-eonni said as she guided me towards the backstage.

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"We'll be leaving in about thirty minutes so get ready girls. We're just waiting for the audience members to leave so you won't be mobbed when we go out." Our manager told us. I stood up from my seat and headed towards the dressing room door.

"I'll just go to the bathroom real quick." I said as I walked out of the room. I wandered the hallways for a while before finally finding the bathroom, which was on the other side of the building. After doing my business, I walked out and was about to head back to the dressing room when I was stopped by two girls who were about my age. One was tall with short brown hair, while the other was a bit plump with long black hair. The bright yellow wristbands they were wearing told me that they were audience members with special backstage passes.

"Wow! You're Gale from BLACKPINK, aren't you?" The brunette asked me. I gave both of them a big smile. I always loved meeting BLINKs.

"Yup, that's me!" I replied. The shorter one began turning red and started hyperventilating.

"I c-can't believe I'm m-meeting you," she stuttered. "You're m-my ultimate bias! Can I-I please take a picture with y-you?"

Oh my gosh, I was someone's ultimate bias.

"Of course! And no need to be shy around me." I smiled. I ended up taking a couple of pictures with the two of them- some regular ones, some wacky selfies.

"I have to go now, but it was nice meeting you." I told them. The taller girl, whose name was Eunji, immediately spoke up.

"We'll walk with you!" She squeaked.

"Um, okay." I said. The exit was in the same direction so it would make sense that they would head the same way.

While we were walking, they kept asking me questions. It started out with cute innocent ones like what my favorite color was, and what animal I would like to have as a pet. But as time went on, I guess they got more comfortable around me and got more personal, to the point where they made me very uncomfortable. They even had the nerve to say bad things about my members, telling me that I was so much more talented than them and that I should leave the group and go solo because they were just holding me back, which made me furious, but I knew that I had to hide it, so I tried my best to explain to them without losing my cool that everyone in BLACKPINK was special and equally talented, but they still weren't stopping. Maybe they thought that they were complimenting me, but the way they talked about my members hurt me as deeply as it would've if they had talked badly about me instead.