Zero: A BTS AU (On Hold)

Off we go: Ch 7

You are slapped awake by (b/f/n's) alarms, all five of them that blast Run (dashi run run run) in harmonic disarray. You thrust over onto your side, grabbing your phone and swiping the alarm away, one you did not know how or when she had set.

You roll your (e/c) eyes and slowly rise, noting that (b/f/n) was not present. As confusion enters the back door of your mind at the magical disappearance, the running of the connected bathroom's shower is enough of an answer to slam it back out.

Checking the time, you see that its 29 minutes past 9am. The water abruptly holts and you blink in amusement at your friends time management, thinking wow. She is following her schedule to the letter. She emerges wrapped in a fluffy green dressing gown, her hair encased in a spiral of towl. She ushures you into the foggy room, the steam causing a coffing fit as you slam the switch for the fan, glaring at her for not using it herself.

You take your time, though conscious of your friend's controlling schedule, to carefully wash your mattered hair, its beautiful colour darkend by the water. After rinsing out the minty toothpaste you make your way out to see your clothes neatly placed upon the bed, hearing your friend converse with someone on the phone. She sighed and threw the expensive brick onto a cushion as you finish pulling on your shoes.

You look over with a questioning brow but she ignores you telling you to check your bags, your day bag and the one holding gifts, and make sure you are ready to depart for an early lunch. After doing as instructed you make your way out the door, (b/f/n) locking it after you, and once again traverse through the corridor to ride the elevator.

Ariving at the downstairs cafe at 10 to 11 your nerves begin to surface as you take a seat across from your best friend. The simple menu blurs and you begin to tap your foot hoping to release some energy but ultimately failing. The young waiter comes over and you are oblivious to his own nervousness as he askes if you are ready to order. (b/f/n) orders sausages and scrambled egg with a side of mushrooms and sundried tomatoes doused in hurbs before placing an order for a coffee with light milk, looking up at the waiter as she concludes.

They then both look over, expectant of your order but as you had no time and were by all means unable to view the menu's contents, you stumble and voice your favorite breakfast food, praying that they have it.

You are feeling more and more fidgety as time progresses, picking up the cutlery and re positioning it upon the napkin  several times, checking your phone and the time, your messages, friends' posts, emails. Anything you could check you did. Your friend was aware of your state but evertime she tried to intervene to assist you, you brushed her small talk off. You hadn't meant to be rude and were feeling rather bad about it, but the thoughts of the upcoming concert, not only the crowd, but of seeing BTS perform live and actually meeting them, these thoughts were sending you crazy.

Your friend finaly had enough, slamming her hand down just as your water was placed in front of you. It spilled everywhere and the waiter apologised profusely as you apologised to him, assuring him it was ok. He cleaned up the mess, placing the mug of coffee and scurrying into the kitchen to get another cup. All the while you recieved a interrogateive glare, and avoided it best you could. No words were spoken, the only sounds emanating from your table the light sips of your respective drinks, until the meals were placed lightly down and the two of you left alone.

As you grabbed your cutlery, bringing a small cut of food to your mouth, she finaly spoke, "whats wrong with you today? Why are you so damn figety?"

You could only shrug as you yourself did not have the answers, and seeing the sincerity in your eyes (b/f/n) could only sigh, getting on with her meal as she talked about the events of the next few hours. Leaving you to listen and succumb to the weird, unsettling feelings currently rooting themselves inside of you.

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The walk to the stadium was rather short, dauntingly so as the wait and line that built behind you was excruciatingly long. As you arrived in accordance with (b/f/n's) scedule, you were among the first twenty or so ARMYs and you watched wearily, your lack of sleep making itself known, as those around you including (b/f/n) conversed, noise raising as more as more fans converged.

You zoned out most of the wait, only becoming aware of your surroundings as security began usuring people in, your friend pulling your wrist to guide you.

The cool breeze bit at your hands as you stuffed them into your pockets, your place with (b/f/n) in front of the stage making you wholely aware of the impact of your heavy eyes. Aside from the strangness that had been flooding your vains, you were extreemly excited to see the performance, but even so such a feeling waned as you became concious of the fact that you would be on your feet all night.

Just as you thought as such, a sudden blast of anticipation occurd in your chest, sending rocks cascading down to pool in your stomach. Just then the lights dimmed, the audience with them, before they burst out screaming their trepidations and passion at the arrival of the seven men on stage.

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A/N:
Sorry if there is anything off about the concert or fan meet - I've never been to anything like either so I don't exactly know how they work. But oh well, enjoy 🐣