Mystery Girl

Busan 4

Hobi's POV

We step out onto the stage to talk to our fans before we start our set. The screams echo around the stadium, the sea of army bombs lighting up the crowd. I scan the people to see how many faces I can see clearly and those at the front smile back at me as my eyes pass over their excited faces. 

My heart beats loudly but is lost against the chatter of people and the sounds of the city outside of our temporary paradise.  When I am standing here, looking at the swarms of people surrounding me and the lights that give the aura of hope, I feel small. Small in such a good way. In a way that humbles me to the core and reminds of what humanity is about. 

We introduce ourselves to the crowd in the way we always do and this propels the fans' excitement. I tilt my head upwards to look at the stars in the sky and breathe the moment in. The vastness of the sky and the countless stars mirrors the feel of the arena I currently stand inside. We talk for a little while longer before the music starts- here I go. 

Y/n's POV

The staff members let me walk back into the arena from the same corridor where the toilets are so people wouldn't be suspicious- like they would notice me when their idols were performing in front of them! I stand at the back of the arena, scanning for a spare seat. After a while, I give up and sit on one of the steps leading up to the corridor where I came from. A few people looked at me weirdly, but I ignored them. 

The members walk on stage with the same charming charisma as always, their faces set alight by a spotlight directed at the stage. I stand up as they enter, as do the other fans and we all collectively scream in anticipation. 

My heart lurches within my chest at the sight of them like this. My head spins and my senses are in some form of overload. This is my first BTS concert and the atmosphere in the stadium makes my mind lose all logical thought, instead replaced with a fangirl, screaming and smiling uncontrollably. 

As Boy In Luv starts playing throughout the stadium, I shout happily. The members hadn't told me which songs they were going to perform and I am so happy that they started off with a throwback song. All through Jungkook's verse, I yell along, remembering the teenage girl a few years ago who watched this music video on repeat, wondering if one day, she would see her idols in real life. 

I don't have an army bomb with me, but that doesn't stop me throwing my hands into the air and waving them wildly while badly attempting some of the choreography. The girls standing next to me who had looked at me questioningly before have seemed to have befriended me, as one of them had an extra army bomb and loaned it to me with a smile. 

With my new friends and borrowed army bomb, the concert seems even better somehow. Maybe something cheesy like how army are a family or how the kindness of humanity will always pull through in some way.  All I know is that standing here, watching the boys from afar and with people who share the same interests as me is all I have ever wished for and wanted and now that I am here, it is 100 times better than I could have ever imagined. 

There is a mood change after Boy In Luv as we move to Blood Sweat and Tears. The crowd once again erupt into cheers and I can feel my cheeks heat up as they perform with their all. The choreography never fails to make my heart rate increase but to see it in person is a whole other experience.

I watch each member one by one, my face lit up by the blinding lights of the stage. The heat builds up around us and the screaming becomes louder as the chorus hits. I shout and jump up and down as I watch Jungkook, sweat covered and smirking. I look away momentarily, my face blushing red and then I almost faint when I remember that I am to go on a date with that man tonight. 

My newfound friends seem to notice my sudden change from somewhere in their daze and turn to me, looking at me in case I wanted their help. I shake my head slightly as a sign that I am alright and shout to them that I am going to the toilet. I walk to the corridor as smoothly as possible before running through the corridor and splashing water on my face. 

I breathe heavily as I try to calm my sudden panic. How can I expect to go on a date with my ultimate bias Jeon Jungkook? How am I going to cope? Why am I even here? I feel like a traitor standing with all the other fans. Who am I to be here?

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Author's Note

Hehe, so, it's been a while, I apologise. I hope you liked this chapter though, I will admit I had a bit of writer's block. Anyway, vote and comment if you liked it, thank you and love you guys! 💜