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BTS… BTS… BTS… BTS…
BTS… BTS…
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That was all that was on your mind. All day, all night. Awake or asleep, it was all about the Korean boy group BTS… or the Bangtan boys… Bulletproof Boy Scouts...Bangtan Sonyeondan… Your hand was shaking while trying to adjust the lens of your camera… camera.. BTS… Bangtan… You chuckled. Looking around your room there were… so… so many -- you drooled a little bit -- beautiful boys. Beautiful boys... BTS… Bangtan boys.
You walked up to your giant cardboard cutout you made of member J-Hope. He’s probably the best dancer… best in BTS and definitely the whole K-pop industry… probably the whole world. The cutout was pretty janky since it was your own doing, but nonetheless, it captured his beautiful features perfectly. You remember the boxes came from a dumpster by the venue where you attended your seventh BTS concert. Wow. That was so long ago… you were just now preparing for your 30th concert. You smiled. You remembered your first concert, how god-like and surreal the boys looked from your front row seat. They looked almost f- no… no they were totally real. You knew it. You experienced their performance first hand and saw how real they were.
You spotted your photo album on your desk. This was definitely your most prized possession, you wouldn’t know what you would do if you had ever lost it. You sighed while flipping through it. “I’m going to marry one of these boys one day… if not all,” you mumbled to yourself while smiling. Your hand flipped to a page with a bookmark… well it technically wasn’t a bookmark. You looked at the “bookmark” that was actually a plane ticket to South Korea. It was booked for the day BTS were flying back home. Looking back at the page, you saw your favorite collection of pictures: you really worked hard to find their location to take these… this one was through the window of their hotel room, OH! This one was from outside the restaurant they dined at, you had specifically asked for the booth right behind theirs and really got some good shots in.
While lost in the pictures of the perfect men, your timer suddenly went off playing your favorite song ever: Spring Day (which was by BTS of course). It was finally time. You cheered excitedly while tightening your grip on the camera and smiling from ear to ear. You hurriedly closed the photo album and took one last look at your room. “See you guys soon,” you said as you walked out.