BTS’ reaction when they take a liking to you at a fan meeting but sees another member’s name on your shirt.
“OH MY GOD NamjOON YOU’RE MY ULTIMATE BI–”
*scoots squeaky chair down the line*
“oKAY BUT Y/N SAID I WAS HER FAVORITE FIRST. RIGHT, Y/N? RIGHT???”
“Oh yeah, of course I’ll sign your album, especially since you’re one of my biggest fans~ What’s your name?” *glances at your shirt* *frowns* “Hold up… why do you have Jungkook’s name on your shirt iF I WAS YOUR FAVORITE?!?”
His note to you on your album: Thanks for coming to our fan meeting! Hope you had fun talking to your FAVORITE, JEON JUNGKOOK and not THE GREAT MIN YOONGI D:<
“NAMJOON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU’RE LIKE MY FAV–”
*head pops up in front of Namjoon*
“WHAT??? I THOUGHT YOU SAID I WAS YOUR FAVORITE?? I’M OFFENDED” *gapes at you in betrayal*
Hoseok: “So I see name on your shirt~ Does that mean I’m your favorite?~”
*Namjoon staring him down and giving him the death glare* “Hoseok… you better sleep with one eye open tonight…”
“Taehyung~ I love you–”
*barges in screaming* “nOOOO Y/N I THOUGHT THOSE WORDS WERE RESERVED FOR ME??? COME BACK TO MEE”
“Jimin… I’m so confused. This fan said that I was her favorite, but her shirt had your name on it…? What does that eveN MEAN?”
*pats his head* “It’s okay, Taehyung, it’s only natural that she would like me more~ She was probably just being courteous!!!”
*get ready for a twitter showdown*
“Um… excuse me” *hesitates* “but… is oppa your favorite member in the group??”
“Yeah of course~”
*genuinely confused puppy eyes* “Then why is Taehyung’s name on your shirt?”
I really can’t describe how UTTERLY excited I am to be seeing Taylor Swift live in just a FEW SHORT DAYS. (Ajdjfmdldnfiwnsk!!!!!!) It honestly doesn’t feel real, and I haven’t been thinking about it much, because every time I do, my eyes just fill with tears.
SO WHO’S WITH ME???? METLIFE STADIUM JULY 11TH!!!!!! Section 124, Row 32, SEATS 29-31!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHGJAXKMFLDNCIDNDKDNZ I AM SO EXCIRSD I DOC D EKXNRJDNDND WHAT ARE THEAE FEELLS KH G MY GOOODSSSS
OKAY BUT ON A SERIOUS NOTE…
One day I really hope I have a chance to tell Taylor how much her music has helped me through the years. From her first single to her latest album, I loved the girl with wild curls just like mine, and I loved the woman she grew up to be. We grew up together. While she performed on stages I slammed chords on my acoustic guitar and sang along with every verse, every word, every rhyme.
Taylor Swift saved my life. I have battled depression and borderline personality disorder all my life. I have constantly struggled with my romantic heart, artistic soul and wanting the kind of love that burns red. Too many nights I found myself crying until my eyes felt sore. Too many nights I drafted suicide letters, wondering if there was an easier way to stop my mind from working overtime. To me, there has never been a light at the end of the tunnel. There is only me. There is only my mental illness, which still plagues me to this day.
But there’s Taylor. Every year that I had a breakdown on the horizon, Taylor released a new album. It was like clockwork. Red allowed me to stare at my ceiling and cry, but it allowed me to ring in my 22nd birthday with hope in my heart and glitter in my veins. 1989 taught me how to shake it off. It taught me that my tears were not meant to bring me pain. They were storms I walked through, and I came out on the other end… clean.
I’m not even trying to be dramatic. I mean it when I say this music changed my life. I have struggled for over ten years with self harm, but instead of giving into that sad, sick urge, I could scream sing along to Should’ve Said No or Last Kiss or Forever and Always and I would feel whole again. I still do.
Hearing songs that have saved my life LIVE is going to be WAY TOO OVERWHELMING!!!!!!! But I’m so excited to cry HAPPY tears and I really just hope and pray that one day I can tell Taylor, face to face, that she saved my life. I can’t wait to thank her for simply being herself. Because thank you, Taylor. With you I have grown from a little girl in a dress to a woman, finally clean. Thank you.