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This is for the armies
following me! I probably spelled something wrong but I’m tired so if something
is really wrong please tell me and I’ll deal with it later. Enjoy and good
night! And if anyone is curious, the story about going to the concert is true!
This is a horrible idea, I think to myself
standing outside the new Bighit building, a duffle bag hanging off my shoulder.
But I force my feet forward until I’m wandering the halls in search of one of
the occupied practice rooms. It doesn’t take very long to find the noisy group
of boys jumping around eagerly, barely trying to dance but they do the foot
steps perfectly based on muscle memory at this point. I standing in the doorway
doing the foot motions I know to the crazy baepsae dance. As the end comes
closer the loser of rock paper scissors should be stepping forward to do their
punishment dance. It’s Jungkook who looks about ready to bust out his normal
silly dance when he notices me and beams. It only takes him a second to rush
over to me and pull me into the center of the dance circle and begins spinning
I can’t help but laugh as the giant boy spins
me until his legs can’t hold him up anymore and topples to the ground, pulling
me with him. We are dying while the others try to pull us a part. The young man
and I both reluctantly release each other, allowing me to greet al the others.
“Good to see you found your way okay,” Namjoon
gives me a strong hug.
“How are you feeling after your first
performance?” Hobi wonders.
“My first performance? Who the hell cares about
that? You guys are going to the Billboard Awards this week! That is freaking
amazing!” I beam at them. The group of boys blush. “I wish I could go with to
support you guys!”
Jimin gives me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen
on his pretty face, “Can you?”
I shouldn’t have said that, now all of them are
doing it, “You guys I have work, I’m sorry for even suggesting it.”
“Noona, don’t apologize, we completely
understand. But don’t you ever want to go back to America? Even to visit?” Tae
plops down on the floor next to me.
“Sure, there are a few places I would like to
return to but I’m in no rush to go back. I have everything I need here. Next
tour I’ll tag along for a few concerts, I’ll show you some great places I’ve
Yoongi strokes my head, “I can’t wait.”
“So Joonie, have you thought about what you are
going to say during your acceptance speech?”
The leader shrugs, “How can you be so sure we
will need one? We are up against some great artists.”
I scoff, “You are kidding right? Have you
looked at the polls? You guys are killing it! Yes you are up against some great
artists but you are great too you know. You guys have worked so hard, it’s time
the other side of the world started realizing it.”
“Our princess is so sweet,” Jin basically
throws himself at me, forcing my back on to my back with the older on top.
“Hyung get off,” Jimin whines.
“I thought we were dancing?” Hobi gently kicks
the older, who now has his arms wrapped around me in strong hug.
He mumbles a quiet thank you before attempting
to move away but I pull him back into a just as tight hug. The others are
confused by our sudden very lovey behavior but when Jin and I stand up they
seem to brush it off. I roll my shoulders and stretch a bit, “What are we doing
“Well you seem to be a fan up baepsae, should
we try that first?” Kookie offers with a sly smirk.
“Yes! I make no promises that I will do it well
this first round. Who should I copy?”
They hum but Hobi asks, “Who do you want to
“I usually copy Kookie,” I point to the
youngest who is smirking even more, making me almost regret my honesty.
“Great! Come on Noona! Hyung! Start the song!” He
grabs my hand and drags me to his starting place.
“Shouldn’t we break it down a bit for her
first?” Joonie suggests.
“Let’s just jump in and see what she knows
first, than we can go back and correct what we need to fix,” Hobi counters.
“It’ll be fine Joonie, I got this,” I mostly
The boys look a bit uncertain but play the
music nonetheless. I stand in Jungkook’s shadow at first, confused on exactly
we are doing that but the minute we begin I’m being twirled in front, staring
myself down in the mirror. So I try to focus on the moves and less on where I
should be headed, with Kookie behind me I can’t really follow him. The boy just
pulls me along by my hips, or waist, or just my belt loop, to say it was
driving me insane wouldn’t do my feelings justice. I kick my legs up, expecting
Kookie to stay a few feet behind me so he could do the moves himself but
instead he is at most a foot away, as if he is just there to watch and escort
I try to distance myself from the boy a bit,
swinging around with the others, purposefully going the wrong direction but he
is always there pulling me back. God this kid is driving me crazy. Though it
would be a lie to say I’m not enjoying it. His eyes scan every inch of me
during body rolls and hip thrusts, half way through the song someone stops it.
We all freeze to see Yoongi standing by the speakers with a scowl on his face.
“Jungkook if you aren’t dancing you are out,
Charlie can just dance in your place,” The older man decides.
“Out!” Jungkook pouts but goes to sit on the
floor facing us, Yoongi starts the song over and I find myself back where we
began. I’m spinning around on my own this time, bouncing around, waving my legs
like an idiot but Kookie seems to be enjoying it. I even catch the others staring
during my little dance with Hobi and Jimin, hoping and praying I can do it half
as well as Kookie, going from cute little bunny hop to hip thrusts without much
Tae whistles and yells encouraging words, I
send a wink his way. Being his normal ridiculous self, he pretends to faint, distracting
me from whatever I’m supposed to do next. His scrunches as he laughs at
himself, that face just melts my heart, I find myself forgetting the dance and
lunching at him. My arms around his neck, legs around his waist in a koala hug
that the other seems to enjoy.
“What is up with everyone being so clingy
today,” Yoongi whines as he pulls me away from Tae into a hug of his own.
“You know why,” Jimin snaps coming to join our
I cock my head, “I don’t, I would like to be
Namjoon sighs, “We are nervous about next week
and you calm us down.”
Jimin weasels his way pass Yoongi’s arms and
rests his head on my shoulder, “You calm us down. You make us feel like nothing
could ever bring us down, like we are the most amazing thing you have ever
I wiggle out of their embraces and clap my
hands together, “Everyone sit your ass down, we apparently need to have a
talk.” The are confused but obey my command, forming a little group on the
floor in front of me. “Okay, let me just clear this up for all of you. You guys
are amazing. Without any doubt I can say that. I love you guys so much, both as
my friends and as idols. You guys have no idea how much I loved and respected
you back when I was just fan. I was living with my grandparents one summer in
another state when I found out you guys were going to be on tour in Chicago,
which happened to be 8 hours away. So you know what I said? I said I wasn’t
going to go, I worked and my family would murder me for even trying to go when
I had a flight out of the country the morning after the concert. You know what
I really did? Three days before the concert I was like fuck it! Bought a ticket
for me and the one other Kpop fan in the state, lied to my family, and drove
eight hours to see your concert, just your concert. The minute you finished we
got back in the car and drove home, barely made it to the airport. We almost
died on the way home, I should not have driven 16 hours in less than 24 with no
sleep but oh my fucking god guys… it was worth it! You guys killed it! It was
one of the best moments of my life! So don’t you ever say that you aren’t
amazing! I almost died for you! That is how much I believe it you!”
They all stared at me for a moment, kind of
dumbstruck by the rush of words out of my mouth. Jin stands up, his eyes
narrowed, not the reaction I am expecting, “You did fucking what? Do you have
any idea how dangerous that is?”
“Oppa, I think you are missing the point,” I
try to counter but the others come up and agree.
“That is ridiculous! Charlie what would we have
done if something had happen to you?” Hobi worries.
“You guys didn’t know me at the time,
remember?” I chime. “Also in case you guys forgot I also jumped on a plane to
come here after planning for like a few weeks.”
“Now you are missing the point! Thank you for
doing that to see us but don’t ever do that shit again!”
I roll my eyes at them, “I would do it again in
a heart beat.”
“No!” Joonie scolds, “Why do that when you can
literally call us and we will go through hell to get to you?”
“For the thrill,” I muse. “And of course for
you guys. I would cross a country for you guys. You don’t understand how much you
mean to me. Now I thought we were here to dance, Kookie, show me how to do that
thing from Blood, Sweat, and Tears. Up, up, boys lets do this!”
Two hours later I would say I’m a professional
at BTS dances, or at least I’m not just flailing my arms anymore. Also, I can
successfully do Kookie’s weird push up, body roll thing from blood, sweat, and
tears, so I would say today was a great day. The others are tired and lying on
the practice room floor when I decide it is time for me to go. After a lot of
hugs and whining Namjoon is walking me out. At the front door of the building I
turn to my escort and hug him tight.
“You know you don’t need to worry right? You
guys are going to be amazing. Just don’t stress okay? You are so smart, I wish
I was half as smart as you, but remember you don’t need to know every single
English word. I don’t. So if things are hard to understand don’t panic, just
He sighs, “If anyone needs to stop worrying,
it’s you. Your little story gave me a boost in confidence, I know we got this.”
“If you need to practice your speech you know
where to find me,” I hum with a big smile. Namjoon surprises me by cupping my
cheeks, being so tall he towards over me, and I feel like we are in a drama.
His thumbs caress my cheeks softly, “I feel
like I don’t tell you enough how much I appreciate you. Thank you so much for
everything you do.” He kisses my forehead with those soft lips before stepping
away, taking his warmth with him.
My face flushes, “Joonie.”
“Good night Noona, sleep tight,” Once again he
kisses me, on the cheek this time. He goes back into the building, his ears
just beginning to turn pink. I’m so thankful for my tan skin because I would be
blushing so bad right now. I’m used to people kissing my head, checking me out,
hugging me, holding me, but I don’t something felt so different with that. My
god, I’m still blushing.
The Night Of The BBMA (I may be wrong on times
but I believe it was like seven or eight in the morning when they started in
“Do we really need to make a big thing about
it?” Seungri whines next to me.
“You can go,” Youngbae and I say together.
“Free up some spots,” Youngbae glares from where
he sits on the other couch with Dae and Seunghyun. Jiyong is on my other side,
I’m resting my head on his shoulder, his arm is around mine, Seungri is leaning
back so his basically on top of me. We have been watching this for what feels
like forever, the performances are cool but after being to so many Korean award
shows and concerts it’s much less exciting. I root for the few American artists
I still listen to but I’m not very up to date on everyone. But it is going to
be worth it to see those dumbstruck faces of the people who don’t know the
amzing artists who are on the other side of the world accept the award they
deserve. My fingers run through Ri’s hair as he munches on popcorn. He feeds me
a couple, the others glare at the interaction.
“When can we turn this off?” Seunghyun yawns.
“When they come on stage,” I scowl at him, “You
can go to sleep you know.”
“Not after you woke me up at seven in the god
damn morning on my day off,” He snaps back, so cranky.
“I made you breakfast, doesn’t that count for
He sighs, “Yes, I’m sorry, it’s early.”
“Hyung it’s like eleven now,” Ri points out.
“Just shut up,” He growls back.
“I think it’s happening,” Youngbae points out
excitedly, though I think it be because it means he can go back to sleep. I pop
up in my seat and jump right to my feet to stand only a few feet from the TV.
They don’t complain, just let me do what I want. My heart is racing when the
nominees are listed, even though I know they are going to win I can’t help but
shake with nervousness. When the speakers open the card and BTS’s name pops up
I’m screaming. Literally screaming with joy to the point Seunghyun throws a
pillow at me. I peek over my shoulders to see them pouting, as happy as they
are about BTS winning they still don’t like when I’m fan girling over other
people. But for now they can deal with it.
They all go up, looking damn near sinful in
their suits, grinning ear to ear like the idiots they are. I’m bouncing on my
toes as the go to the stage and accept their award. Of course Namjoon does all
the speaking, talking about how grateful they are to be there and how amazing
their fans are. I’m on the verge of tears when they start walking away but
Namjoon stops back at the mic and smiles at the camera.
“One last person I need to mention, our number
one fan, our princess Charlotte. We love you,” With that he winks at the
camera, the other members hold up hearts and blow kisses. I’m dying. I’m
actually on the floor dying. I’m kicking my legs, rolling on the ground in a
fit of giggles. My heart is freaking out in my chest, I can’t believe this.
Moments like this my life becomes surreal, my everyday life feels like a
fairytale in its’ self but now I feel like I fell down the hole to wonderland.
“Those boys have death wish,” Seungri pouts.
“They can’t just confess like that on
international television!” Jiyong joins in.
I smirk at him, “They just did!”
After one more fan girl scream Jiyong rolls his
eyes, wraps his robe around him and shuffles back to bed, mumbling under his
breath, “I tell you I love you everyday.”
“And I scream a little bit inside every time,”
I wink at the green haired man.