Glow

W.T.F.

If I ever go to another concert it'll be too soon.

Seriously, the aftermath in my head is not fucking worth it. 

I roll over in my bed and turn on my phone to see the time. I know it's day, the glint of light from around the edge of my blackout curtains tells me that much.

11:13. Thinking back I think I got home about 2 am... starving. Soup has always been my go-to food, so I made some and ate two full bowls before downing the largest glass full of water I had in the house. Ahh... salty soup and cold water. I wasn't going to dehydrate after constantly moving and sweating for hours. Forgot the fucking aspirin though, which was why I was aching all over even after sleeping a bit more than 8 hours.

I'm just glad it's a weekend. The concert was Friday afternoon/night, so I had today and tomorrow to recover.

Groaning I sat up and put on one of my favorite playlists. After stumbling to the kitchen to get some medicine and more water in my system I debated between going straight to a shower or fixing food to settle the meds in my stomach.

'Fuck it.' I mumble and make a quick bowl of instant oatmeal. The sugary sweet stuff is always too much for my palate, but the oatmeal will do wonders for my tummy and the pain medication.

Instead of taking a full shower, which always puts me to sleep, I do a quick full body wash and get dressed as comfortably as I can, pulling out a yoga mat to do stretches in the living room/main room. My one bedroom apartment doesn't exactly have a lot of separate spaces, but it's enough for me.

The meds are finally kicking in after my child's pose, one of the last positions I do to complete my stretching exercises. My stomach also starts grumbling, telling me that the sugary oatmeal isn't going to cut it until dinner. Sighing I get up to do a quick clean up before heading out for something greasier... and some food shopping. And no more getting instant oatmeal, I need to learn to cook the real thing damnit!

****

After driving to McDs for fries and a chicken wrap I park to eat and smile, remembering last night. I knew they were good, but I never could have guessed they'd be so much better live! It wasn't my first concert but it might be my last. I don't know if anyone can top BTS when they take the stage. It's hard to even comprehend just how much they own their spotlights. I don't remember any of the other concerts I've been to being that good, and I have a damn good memory. Not quite eidetic, but seriously close.

They all seemed to glow in the light each time they came closer to where my seat was. Not that I or anyone else around me was sitting...

Even walking or dancing away they glowed. Their lighting effects were off the hook. There are some damn talented people backing them at BHE. Their outfits, lighting like I mentioned, heck- even the pyrotechnics and other special effects were on point. I didn't take any theater in college but those lighting specialists make me wanna go back and figure out how the fuck they did it. I know they write their own songs, and it's obvious that they really mean what they sing. Their whole production is just... unbeatable.

Finishing off my food and getting out of the car to throw my trash in a can nearby is when my phone suddenly goes off. Looking quickly I answer it.

'Hey sis! How's your head?' I ask smirking. All I get in response is a groan. 'Yeah I didn't remember aspirin before bed either. Just got food out and I'm going grocery shopping since my fridge is pretty bare. Wanna come over for dinner? I'll make spaghetti.'

'Fuck, you know I won't say no to spaghetti ever...'

****

'So, what was up with the special effects at the concert last night? They were off the charts.' I ask my sister over dinner.

'I know, right?! Like they were so friggen close to the fireworks I worried for their safety.' She responded.

'The lighting was off the hook too. They never seemed to be out of the spotlight, no matter where they were.'

She looked at me puzzled. 'I couldn't see them that well when they were on the far stage from us. Like when Suga was in front of us and the other two rappers were on two separate ends of the far stage.' She is a serious fan of the rap line. 

'I never had that problem. Were your glasses fogging up from all the exercise and heat in the stadium?'

'I wasn't wearing glasses. I wore my contacts, remember?' She said, rolling her eyes at me.

'Sorry, you know that's never an important visual factor to me. I never understood why Superman wasn't obvious when he was dressed up as Clark Kent.'

She smiles, finishing off her plate, bringing it to the sink to clean it off. 'Yeah, I know. It's weird, because everyone else says I look different in glasses, and you never see the difference.'

'But seriously, even at that point where they were all separated they all were smack dab in the middle of their spotlights. It was unreal.' I point out to her.

'Umm... I did see V step out by accident during his duet with Jin. Oh, and RM kept walking  to the edge of his before the lighting guy caught on and followed him.' Sitting back down with a glass of milk and a plate of Oreos she looks puzzled at me.

'You were filming some of it on your phone, right?' I ask. 'Did you catch either of those moments? I could swear that they all stayed centered in their spotlights.' Nodding with her mouth full she pulls her phone out, scrolling through the dozens of videos she captured of the concert. 'You planning on uploading them to your blog or YouTube?'

'Yeah. I need to verify their quality, maybe run them through a video editor to clean up and steady the camera work, but I think I got a few good ones. Like J-Hope smiling in my direction! I know it wasn't directly at me, but it was damn close!' She said excitedly.

'You've been watching more Golden Closet Films, trying to figure out how Jungkook does it, haven't you.' I smile wryly at her, filching one of the Oreos from the plate.

'You know I just love that boy. JK is my bias wrecker. And he's not even in the rap line!'

'Oh I know. You blushed so hard when he went skipping by...' I tease. 'Not even Namjoon makes you blush that hard, and he's your bias!'

'Yeah, yeah. I get it. But hey, we're never likely to meet them in person, so why not crush? It's fun, harmless, and a lot less trouble than trying to date again.' She sighed.

'Is Jake still trying to text you? Do you want me to verbally smack him again?' I ask concerned.

'Aaand you're the reason why I can't have Suga as my bias. You two are too friggen similar. Hell, you talk as fast as he raps when you get excited. No sis, I don't need you to "verbally smack him" as you said. I just typed no and blocked his new number. If he actually starts harassing me I'll just snap pics of the texts and get a restraining order.'

Nodding I get up to clean up after dinner. I wash, she dries. We've done this since we were small, so we fall into our jobs as easily as breathing.

'Oh! I forgot you wanted to see one of the times they walked out of their spotlights. I think I caught the one of Jimin falling over. The spotlight stayed still, and he had to scramble to get back into it.'

I go to look over her shoulder to view the video when my own phone goes off, dinging to let me know I have a message. Figuring it's probably work asking me to do overtime during the weekend I go back to the table to pick it up.

The screen lights up. It's not work it's...