~Our Eyes Met~
I woke up so early the day of the concert, excited beyond words. Well quite honestly, to say I woke up was a bit of an exaggeration. I was not even able to sleep because I was so excited. I had been waiting for this day for months, and now that it was here, it felt so surreal.
I jumped out of the hotel bed and ran into the shower, singing BTS songs the entire time, daydreaming about the day that was awaiting me. I spent the better part of the day doing my makeup and hair to make sure that I looked just perfect. Since I was in the front row, I didn't want to be caught looking any less than my best, though the chance of them even making eye contact was probably very low. Still, you can't be too prepared. I put on one of my many BTS shirts, skinny black jeans and converse. I put on my BTS face mask, grabbed my tickets, my money, my light stick and headed out the door.
I took a cab to the venue and joined the crowd that was already waiting outside. I saw many girls with shirts or signs with their bias's name or photo. I was a member of Army that could not pick a bias no matter how hard I tried. I loved them all in different ways, and different parts of the personality that they were kind enough to let us see appealed to different parts of me.
Everyone talked excitedly, as we made friends with one another in the line, all connecting over our fellow love and support of Bangtan, and it was a wonderful feeling. Many Army saved up for months for tickets, some had been gifted them by relatives, some bought tickets in every city they could to see them as much as they could, all of us supporting in any way we could.
I felt my heart skip a beat as they opened the doors and we made our way into the venue, the crowd gaining in excitement. As I walked up to my seat, it was all I could do not to faint. I was almost dead center stage, something I did not expect, as I couldn’t see the exact location when I purchased the tickets.
I stood there anxiously as the venue filled full of chanting and screaming Army, all of us singing along to the music videos playing on the screens while we waited. Before I knew it, the lights dimmed, and they were on the stage, dancing and singing beautifully.
As flawless and beautiful as they looked in pictures, it was ten times more intense in person, and it nearly took my breath away. After the first couple of songs, they all stood towards the edge of the stage to greet us, and I wound up being right in front of Yoongi. We happened to lock eyes, much to my surprise, and I waved at him and gave him a heart with my fingers. He got this wicked little grin and waved back at me, winking. I felt like my legs were going to give out from underneath me as I felt my face get hot. Thankfully he couldn't see the ridiculously goofy grin I had underneath my face mask.
As the songs continued, I got out my phone just to take a quick video to show my roommate who couldn't make it to the concert. It was during Dope that Yoongi stepped over to where I was and rapped his verse beautifully. I felt my heart racing as I stared at him, starting to record on my phone. Once he finished his line, he squatted down and stared into my phone, grinning. He took one finger and slid my mask down, biting his lip. I looked at him wide-eyed with a grin on across my face. I felt like he could have heard how hard my heart was beating, despite how loud it was in there. He took my phone and stood up, videoing some of the members and then himself. He messed with it for a moment and handed it back to me winking. I bit my lip and looked down and back up at him quickly, still in utter shock at our interaction.
I had some other eye contact, and waves with a few of the other members as the concert went on, but Yoongi kept coming over quite often, every time my heart leaping into my throat and my breath catching as we would catch eyes.
In what seems like the blink of an eye, the concert was already over. It almost made me want to cry but it was the most wonderful experience I had ever had in my life. Thankfully I got to stick around for the high touch, which I was incredibly nervous for. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands to make sure that they weren't sweaty, and then put some lotion on that smelled good.
I got out my phone and looked at the video that Yoongi took, making me smile like crazy. I felt my heart beating out of my chest again and he wasn't even standing there, but I was certainly going to treasure this video until the day I died.
By time I made my way out of the bathroom, the line had already finished forming. I actually wound up being the last person in line, making me feel odd. I wish I wasn't, but I wasn't really going to complain at all, I was beyond lucky to be there at all. I felt myself getting more and more nervous as I got closer and closer to them. I slid my mask back down underneath my chin and made sure my hands were still dry as I approached where the members were standing.
I first got to high five Namjoon, then Hoseok, Seokjin, Jeongguk, and then shook Taehyung and Jimin's hands. Last of course wound-up being Yoongi. He smiled wickedly at me and took his other hand out of his pocket and shook it mine, squeezing it slightly. As he started to let his hand go I felt him slide something into my hand. He winked at me as I walked away from the table, feeling like my legs were going to fall out from underneath me. As we were ushered out of the venue, I sat on the bench right outside the door. I opened my hand to see a small piece of paper folded up. I swallowed as I slowly unfolded it, and almost fainted at the words inside.
I PUT MY NUMBER IN YOUR PHONE, TEXT ME.
I sat there for a moment and disbelief before I fumbled for my phone. I folded the piece of paper back up and stuck it in my pocket, planning on keeping it forever, even if it wound up being a joke. As I opened my contacts, sure enough, Yoongi was right there. I blinked and rub my eyes a few times to make sure that I really wasn't seeing things, but it was still there every time I opened my eyes. I opened up a blank text message to send to him, not sure what to say.
Are you playing some kind of trick on me?
As soon as I sent it, I regretted it, wishing I could take it back. I sat there waiting for a few minutes with no response, realizing I was probably indeed crazy for believing that was really the case. I sighed and put my phone in my pocket, the exhaustion beginning to hit me from such an exciting day and walked towards the curb. As I went to hail a taxi, my phone went off in my pocket and I could not have gotten it out fast enough. I almost dropped the phone as I saw the response.
Yoongi: No tricks. Will be out of here in 30 min. Meet me?
Meet him? I almost couldn't comprehend the words.
Meet you where?
I swallowed hard, anxious for his reply. He had to be kidding or it was some kind of prank.
Yoongi: Hotel next door, room 1625. I'll text you when I'm there, just be careful going up.
His hotel room. Yoongi wanted me to meet him in his hotel room. I felt like I was going to faint. I swallowed my nerves and made my way to the hotel, trying to seem like I was just there to go to my own room as not to arouse any suspicion. I wish I wasn't wearing my BTS shirt right about now so I could more easily blend in.
As I went ahead into the hotel, I felt like I was floating through the people in the lobby, still unsure if this was all some elaborate prank. I made my way up to the 17th floor, figuring it would be easier to come down once I received the text, than go up after they had arrived. I went to the end of the hallway and looked out the window at the night view, feeling my stomach roll with nerves. I stood there anxiously, grasping my phone in my hand. Was I crazy? How can I really meet him? Just then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.
Yoongi: I'm here whenever you are ready.
I felt my mouth go dry and my knees go weak. I made my way to the elevator, and press the 16th floor button.
Be there in a sec.
I peeked side-to-side nervously as the elevator door opened. I didn't see anybody around, so I slowly made my way to room 1625. I knocked quietly and put my phone back in my pocket. The door opened and my jaw dropped. Yoongi sure enough was standing right there with a grin on his face, looking as gorgeous as I had ever seen. He waved me in stepping back. I gingerly stepped inside as he shut the door behind me.
"Come on in," he said walking around me. I took off my shoes and followed him into his large room, not able to take my eyes off of him.
"I know I probably sound like a broken record, but is this some kind of joke or prank?" I asked skeptically. He turned around and sat on the couch. He smiled at me with his little crooked smile and patted the couch beside him. I made my way over and sat next to him, making sure to keep space between us.
"No jokes, no pranks. I wanted to meet you." He answered in his deep and sexy voice, so rich it sent chills up my spine.
"Why did you want to meet me?" I asked. I should have just shut up. Why was I questioning him?
"Something in your eyes. As soon as I looked in your eyes, I saw it. I knew I had to meet you." He grinned. I looked at him with a slightly confused look on my face.
"You are one of two things: you either are trouble, or you like trouble. So, which is it?" He asked, scooting closer to me to where there was barely any space between us. I swallowed hard and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans.
"Well, if you're talking about when it comes to guys, I like a little trouble and I can be a little trouble." I replied trying to sound confident. I did like a bad boy, but in truth, I never really dated one. And I know my ex-boyfriend said I could be a little troublemaker, but I don't know if I counted that. His grin became more sinister looking as he looked at me through hooded eyes.
"I am glad to hear that." He leaned in very close to me, his face only a matter of inches from mine. He bit his lip and stared deep into my eyes. I felt his gaze go all the way through me, making me feel completely exposed. I felt my heartbeat start to race wildly. I made sure to maintain eye contact and stared back at him as I raised my eyebrows and smiled. It was taking every bit of strength and confidence I had not to just melt into a puddle right there.
"I am sure you hear this all the time, but you have such amazing eyes." I said in a quiet voice.
"Well thank you, so do you. Do you want a drink?" He asked, motioning to the bar.
"Yes, please." I answered. He grinned as he stood up and walked over to the bar. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and two shot glasses. He poured us each one and handed me mine. We clinked our glasses together and I shot the whiskey back and placed the shot glass down on the table. He chuckled as he slid his down slowly and put his shot glass down. He poured us another and handed me mine.
"Are you much of a drinker?" He asked, sipping his down.
"I don't drink terribly often, but when I do, I can hold my liquor." I answered, slamming the whiskey back again. It was so smooth and easy to go down, but I could already feel the warmth spreading through my body.
"That's good. I like that." He replied, pouring us another. I took my shot and started feeling a tiny bit more relaxed.
"So, we have some things to discuss." He said leaning back again in the couch, grabbing his phone.
" And what would that be?" I asked, leaning back and crossing my legs, trying to seem calmer that I felt.
"I'm recording this conversation, so I have it as proof. No one can know about tonight or at least that you were with me. Do you agree?" He asked, holding his phone out to me, waiting for a response.
"Yes, I understand." I responded. If they knew he had a girl up in his room, he would be in so much trouble. He smiled his little wicked smile and stopped recording, putting his phone on the side table.
"I will show you a way to sneak out of here in the morning." He said, so casually. Wait, in the morning? So, he wanted me to spend the night here? I was floored. I thought he meant no one could know that we hung out tonight! I was going to be spending the night.... with Suga...Yoongi....I was speechless. After the initial shock wore off, it sent my mind racing to all kinds of places. Just what was in store for me tonight?
