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It’s 2026.
You had sparkles in your eyes, your hands shook as you held your banner because they’re finally in front of you. Finally after years, you’re in the same place, breathe the same air as them. Just the thought of it wants to make you combust.
You were already grateful to be able to secure tickets. You couldn’t ask for more. Having the attention of the whole stadium wasn’t it, having the attention of those seven people you’ve only seen through the screen for the past years wasn’t it. Especially not Yoongi.
You’re not sure what was happening at first. You remembered entering the dim hallways and the crowded path. The music was loud, ARMYs are screaming, some were crying already. You can cry too as well, but later. Then you’re near the barricade, just a meter or two away from the stage. The lights flicker, an excited buzz throughout the stadium. You think you can hear your heart thumping loudly. Your hands shook as you exhaled but even your breath was stuttering. Then the stadium goes dark, the lightsticks light up, a countdown appears on the screen. You think you’re about to cry.
You can’t remember much. What you do remember is how you stared at them in awe. How you mumbled and sang their lyrics as you watch every movement they make. You wondered if you’re dreaming because everything felt like a blur and they’re the only ones that matter.
The screams around you got louder. You blinked to break away from the daze you were wrapped in and realized the ARMYs who you met that night were shaking, screaming and laughing at you. You looked up and realized the screen had your face, you think you look stupid, sparkly eyed or maybe it was your tears, you look dumbstrucked or maybe lovestruck. What's the difference?
The stadium is filled with screaming. You wondered if they are screaming at you—you learned later that they were. But the way the people at your sides got wide smiles and screaming their lungs out made you more confused. You turned your eyes again on the stage and your face was plastered still on the big LED screen for the world to see, for those seven to see—they had smiles on their faces. They must’ve seen the realization on your face, you heard your surroundings cheer, a collective of laughter and you tried to breathe.
You glanced towards the person beside you, she’s got her phone pointed at you. You felt a little teary—overwhelmed, but held it in. You looked towards the stage again as you shakily raised your banner with the “I love you, Yoongi” on it. You think you did some heart gestures. The screams go loud again. You think you’d go deaf but it will all be worth it because you saw him glance at the screen, at your dumbstruck face, then to your section. You think you might’ve met his eye, but you’re way too out of it to be sure. You definitely could hear your own heartbeat in your ears.
“Our ARMYs are so pretty, isn’t that right?” Yoongi spoke into the mic.
It must’ve been a dream.
You might’ve cried later on as the concert went on. You probably didn’t realize how the camera pans to you again. Or how much you have affected the rest of the stadium with your tears you hadn’t intended for the world to see.
But they saw you—he saw you. For sure. Probably. It doesn’t matter.
You would later learn about how you were called a lucky ARMY. It was worth it. Everything is.