Monday, 6:30 P.M.

Me:

All the best bro. I know

you guys are the best and

will the rock the stage.

Yoongi Boongi:

Just like I rock you?

Me:

You deserve absolute

nothing.

It's a miracle you found

a woman like me, you

wathog-faced buffoon.

Yoongi Boongi:

Wathog-faced?

Me:

Yoongi Boongi:

😂😂

Thanks

Me:

For wishing you luck

Or for... Yk

Yoongi Boongi:

You're horny at this hour?

😂😂

Me:

Yoongi Boongi:

Now I feel better. Bro,

I was nervous.

Me:

Haha. The best girlfriend

award goes to -

ME! MYSELF! AND I!

Yoongi Boongi:

Me:

Thanks peasant😎

Yoongi Boongi:

*Bows for the queen*

Me:

Loved your vibe, married

you, now you're the king!😂

Yoongi Boongi:

😂😂

Me:

Byee all the best. Focus

I love you 💜🖇️

Yoongi Boongi:

Bye

I love you too💜🖇️

Fuck, I haven't been that nervous in my entire life. And what I have do? Just go and stand and attend a concert!

"I am excited as hell!" MiHi sent exclaimed.

"Of course you are. You guys should be really grateful. You get free tickets because of me!" I mocked.

"Not because of you," Woobin chuckled to which I glared. "We get them because you are a pussy." He hi-fived with his wife, laughing and I scoffed.

"Just go and be stupid somewhere away from me. You are poisoning my air," I grunted, walking ahead to my seat. Prime ones ofcourse, that's why I needed Tae's help. Astonishingly, I am closest to Taehyung after Yoongi in BTS. We just vibe.

We even fought once over whom do I love more. Yoongi or Taehyung. I obviously said Taehyung. But then he said that he likes Scarlett Johansson more than me and eventually he died.

Kidding, she died.

No. She didn't. I died. He kissed me, I resurrected. Fucking snow white.

Don't mind me, I am nervous.

The concert commenced and... It was such a bomb. Sexy men on the sexy songs with the sexiest fandom. Damn.

We were yelling at the top of our voices for him to notice us but all in vain. I wanted him to notice first so, whenever any other member looked in this direction, I just squatted down. But this absolutely sexy fucker walked past us, notably 8 times and no! No realisation.

I wonder if he even loves me! I pouted like a grumpy child and sat back in my seat while others were brimming with energy.

"What happened to you," Mi yelled.

"Nothing. I'll just meet him backstage!"

Whose fucking idea was this? Shit. It was mine.

I got back up, "Shout with me fuckers, the concerts' about to end."

It's my plan. It has to work.

Woobin suddenly changed places and stood beside me, such that I was sandwiched between the couple.

"What are you doing?" I asked and Mi pulled out a big banner with two sticks at either ends.

"WE CAUGHT YOUR JERRY, TOM!!" the banner read, bold and clear.

She handed one stick to Woobin and another in her hands and winked at me, "I've got you fucker."

I laughed so loud that my jaw almost hurted, seeing the cute little chibi Tom & Jerry drawn on the end.

"Now shout with us," Woobin asked and I nodded.

"MIN YOONGI!!" We yelled so loud, not once but repeatedly, finally gaining his attention while he was drinking water.

His eyes widened as Doraemon's 4th dimensional pocket and his jaw dropped like Luffy. He was smiling but his open mouth gave a very amusing expression.

He fell down on his knees laughing so hysterically. In the background, Jungkook and Jimin singing the chorus of Just One day.

Finally RM ended with, "Can you please stay with me?"

The crowd cheered violently, it was the last song of the concert. Yoongi stood up, still smiling. His mic reaching his lips but he couldn't speak because he laughed again, like a happy fountain in a cave brightening the gloomy rocks.

I was grinning like an idiot there.

He finally spoke, pointing at me, "Guys, I've got my girlfriend here!"

The crowd cheered even more and I blushed. He ran upto my side, for a high-five.

As my hand came in contact with his, he unpredictably held my hand and pulled me up to the ramp as if I weighed nothing. I was stupefied.

"What are you doing?" I whisper yelled. Everyone was hooting like anything and even the members' had a non-pulsed countenance.

He held my wrist and made me run on the ramp to the main stage. My heart was beating so loud like the drums during the concert. The voices almost deafened me and my eyes were witnessing the large number of people eyeing me.

Oh my Namjesus, what in hell is this?

I instantly felt nervous but still carried that stupid smile.

"Have you gone insane?" I asked, nearing to him.

"Maybe," he breathed, his chest heaving like waves on the ocean before a cyclone.

He brought his mic to his lips and repeated, "I've got my girlfriend here."

Amnesia? You said that already! You didn't had to make me run for that! I am lazy as fuck.

"Yeah Yoongi, we know, you don't have to repeat!" Jin laughed and a sound of laughing was echoed in the stadium as everyone copied him.

He abruptly sat on his knee making my eyes widened and I covered my dropped jaw with my hand.

His sparkling eyes, like antique jewel set in Parian statue stone. "Jee," he spoke and the entire stadium went silent.

Fuck. I want to yeet. How is he so confident? How? I love him... But still, how?

He inhaled deeply and sighed, "You know I love you but... Do you know that I am a master chess player?"

"What?" I blurted out and suddenly there was a green mic infront of me making my voice echo. I looked to the side and saw Tae holding it and flashing his infamous boxy smile.

Bro, I'll teleport you to your Niagara Pho Pho!

"Because I'm making a move on you. I know I don't have a ring right now because I wasn't aware you were coming. You wanted a nickname, right?... How about wife?" He spoke, his eyes meeting mine and I felt the spark, how fire was ignited by our gaze.

No! Not at all! Absolutely no! I'm sorry Yoongi, but no!

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(A/N: Found this. Isn't this really cute!)