Glow

Help!

The sparks catch everyone's attention and I am quickly pulled from the area by one of the staff nearby. Jimin and Taehyung roll in the opposite direction, separating after they get to a safe distance, and stand to watch how things settle.

I know I'm likely the cause. These are professional people with professional tools of their trade. This doesn't just happen in a production this large. Fuck.

I walk quickly away from the stage entirely, worried that I will cause further damage. Not even stopping to look at where everyone is or what they are doing I head back to the staging hallway, figuring that not being in the line of sight will lower my chances of screwing up what they have worked so hard for.

****

I got lost. I know I am still in the same building, and I haven't seen the stadium seating yet, but this place is too big to have a mental map for. I look to see if I can find a fire escape map on one of the walls or doors, but I haven't seen one yet.

Ah, a bathroom. It's not female, but I suddenly am aware of my need to go... bad. Hustling in I am happy to at least see stalls with doors that close and lock. Going to the next to last one I set myself up to do my business, pulling out my phone to see the results of my email to work.

'Where do you think she went?' A voice suddenly catches my attention just outside the bathroom. I don't know who it is, but I don't think it's one of the guys.

'We have to find her fast. If she ruins anything else this concert is going to be a disaster.' The voices are fading, they are walking away.

Fuck. That hurts. A lot. I didn't mean to create a problem. I don't want to be a burden. 

With my tears dropping one by one onto my phone and my hand I sniff, wipe at my cheeks and try to dry my hand enough to be able to use my phone without short-circuiting it. Finally I give up and put my phone away until later.

****

Wandering back in the general direction I came from I go back to my phone to find out what's happening at work... and figuring out how to explain this to my sister.

Work is as expected, I can use my remaining 2 sick days without any problems, but after that if I fail to come it it will be grounds for automatic termination. I sigh, rubbing my forehead. I know I'm going to have to just suck it up, but I have no idea how I can keep going forward with the guys on their tour. I don't have a passport, and it takes weeks to get one.

Finally I get to a decent number of bars on my phone at a certain point in the too large hallway I am walking down and I stop, pulling up my sister's contact info to call her.

'Y/N!' I look up to see Seokjin loping towards me. 'Are you okay? We are worried about you! Did you catch fire?!'

I laugh for a second at that concept. Them, worried about me. 'I'm fine. I got pulled out of the way fast, so not even a burn mark on my clothes.'

'Actually you do.' He replies. 'The back of your shoulder has a dark spot it didn't have before. Those are your only clothes here, correct?' He asks. When I nod his eyes become concerned. 'Then I will have one of the staff get you a few changes when going out to collect your passport.'

Confused I just stare at him for a moment. 'Uh, hate to tell ya, but I don't own one, and it takes weeks to get one once you apply for it.'

He just chuckles. 'Y/N, we're rich. Money buys time as well as stuff. You didn't know, but you got your passport expedited, and its waiting to be picked up.' At my shocked look he quickly goes on. 'You may not have known that we were doing this for you, but I promise it was with the best of intentions. The passport is fully yours, we won't have a copy or anything. We just used a capture from one of the cameras at the fan-meet to get your photo for the passport. Everything else we needed we...' he paused, rubbing the back of his neck, 'we got from your ticket purchase info, and your online profiles.'