Mystery Girl

Busan 5

Trigger warning: A little bit about eating disorders- quite vague

Y/n's POV

After I can breathe again, I head straight back to the concert, not wishing to miss another second of the performance that I have wanted to see my whole life- well it feels like my whole life anyway. 

My friends don't notice my return until I am right next to them, but I don't blame them, what is happening on the stage has captivated everyone. Blood Sweat and Tears is finishing now and all I can think about is the unholy choreography that Jungkook does that kills every fan in the proximity. (If you don't understand, watch the video)

The lights flare and fire shoots from the side of the stage as Fire blasts into the stadium. I scream, along with everyone else, at the top of my lungs. The choreo is so intense and I can just about see from my position at the back the sweat coating each members' face and hair. 

The microphones they use pick up the sound of their heavy breathing as they dance and it makes the song sound even better. Especially as their individual voices echo around the stadium along with the fans' cries as though the two sounds were one. 

Jimin's black hair reflects the bright light and I am almost entranced by the swiftness and synchronicity of his movements while he dances. No matter how ridiculous it may sound to outsiders, it feels like you have ascended to heaven in here. 

My heart is light, my head is clear, my lungs full of air and my body jumps up and down recklessly as though I will never get tired: as though my stamina is infinite. 

It almost feels like you can do anything here. After all, the thing I am personally most criticised for is liking kpop, it is almost impossible to be judged for liking kpop here. With this ecstatic realisation, I manage to lose myself in the experience.

Jungkook's POV

I know she is here somewhere. Standing up there in that crowd by herself, just like she would have been without having personally bonded with us. I imagine her face as I dance, the choreography almost built into me at this point. 

I think of her standing up there, watching with pride and happiness and I give it my all. I have always felt pressured to not disappoint anyone, to always be perfect, the golden maknae has to live up to his name after all. What am I without my persona?

Jimin had troubles with eating and to be honest, for a short while I thought that maybe I should lose weight too. This industry and career puts so much pressure on a person to live up to strict appearance rules. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could escape the pain through the numbness. I soon learnt that it is never worth it. 

I will never know the depths of darkness Jimin fell into and I am so glad that the members were there to wake me up from my nightmare. Now, the past is behind me and I continue walking through this life, searching for self-love. I think, somehow, I am even closer than I have ever been and maybe that it is why fate decided I should meet y/n. 

Boy In Luv is a great start, a mood lifter from my previous thoughts and I sing the lyrics to y/n exclusively in my head. I desperately search for her in the crowd, so badly wanting to see the face that has occupied my mind these past couple of days. All I can see is the darkness filled with the lights of the army bombs that are so familiar to me now.

I focus back on the performance, trying not to feel disappointed. She is here, army is here, the members are here and I am performing- my most favourite thing in the world.  So what I can't see her? Does it mean that I should just stop everything for her? I shove the thoughts away from me. Focus Jungkook.

Taehyung's POV

I could sense the energy in the air. It feels electric, as though somehow, the reason these lights are on and all the technical things that sit backstage work are by these people's screams and chants. I growl into the mic to the chorus of Boy In Luv, satisfied to hear the fans' reactions. 

I don't think this feeling could ever be rivalled. The feeling that maybe, I have an influence on these people's lives, the world even. In a good way. I love it. I always wanted to help people and make sure they were happy. I always despised the thought of hurting someone's feelings. 

Maybe I am too sensitive, too honed into people's feelings. That is what my siblings had always said, that I was too naive with accepting everyone's confessions. I had always known that I shouldn't be so protective of others I have no desire to be with, or even to talk to further, but I was raised to be kind to people. That was a promise I made to myself and I stuck to it. 

I can tell straight away who is worth being nice to and who has dark desires or twisted views of the world. I refuse to give kindness to someone who does not have any intention of genuinely returning it. I am not stupid, I am not naive, I know my place in this world and I know that mean people should not be given any recognition.

Blood Sweat and Tears starts and I am already too hot and sweaty. I dance my heart out, I perform as if it is the last time because it had looked that way once. Those times when we thought we would never be able to get back on the stage and all we really held onto was a foolish hope. I remember the emotions that had gone into Life Goes On and smile. 

We made it through. We are here. And we are back for good.

(1002 words)

Author's Note

Oop may have gone down the dark route. Just to clarify, I do not have any knowledge of Jungkook's eating habits or mental state. Again, these are characters and I wish to develop them. I also do not take the topic lightly. Please do not misunderstand. Also, if you are in this situation or anything similar, please reach out for help. I do need your guys' opinions on the story, I am having a bit of trouble with knowing whether what I am writing is good or not. Please give me your honest opinions. If you did enjoy it, then make sure that you vote. Thank you guys~ 💜