The Fan-Signing 1

Y/n's POV

I wait in the line besides hundreds of other screaming girls. The energy is high and my heart is in my throat. Here I am, finally, something I have yearned for a few years now. I exhale deeply; attempting to prepare myself to meet the members. I have never been to a fan-signing but my first impression is that it is chaotic.

During the past few years, I have worked hard on perfecting my Korean and understanding a native speaker in preparation for this day. My Korean isn't great but I can understand simple sentences and use guesswork. I go over the words I plan to say in my head despite a sudden fear of getting something wrong.

Even though I am not a hardcore fangirl, I made sure I arrived a day early as I am not patient enough to wait in a massive line. Sadly, I am not with anyone so I simply have my phone and a book to entertain me. Admittedly, the night makes my hands shake and I sit huddled in a blanket, but it is worth the place I got in the line.

The front of the building is tall and modern and makes me feel so small. The chattering around me adds to the tension I feel. The street is bustling with people, the lights of Seoul surrounding us as anticipation grows. There is a slight breeze in the air that makes my hair blow around softly, occasionally travelling onto my face where I then pull it off with a shaking hand.

Someone from BigHit staff ushers me through the gate, looking all professional and scary, but I can see how they are bored and probably just want to go home to their family. I stumble up to the first member nervously. Namgi smiles at me politely and says hello.

I panic internally, my mind blank, this man is the same one that I have watched on screens throughout the years, getting me through those times when I thought I wasn't worth anything or that I would never be able to achieve anything. His light purple died hair reflects in the light and his chocolate looking eyes stare back at me.

I try to play it cool and regain enough memory to remember how to say hello in Korean. The next thing that I say is that I am English and my Korean is quite shameful. He smiles and switches to English in his accented American voice.

"It's no problem," he laughs.

"But we should warn the others not to talk too fast or use difficult language." he smiles warmly.

"Thanks, I am really nervous," I reply gratefully.

"No problem," he says.

Namgi's POV

A western girl looks up at me with fearful eyes and hair hiding her face. Her skin is pale and her hair just past her shoulders, she is wearing a white flowing dress, and she has a beautiful sparkly necklace around her neck. Looking back into her eyes, I see a flash of nerves pass over her features before she greets me in Korean.

I try to listen to the words she is saying with intent and as she explains that her Korean isn't the best, I am delighted at her modesty and her ignorance of how pretty she is. I laugh gently, hoping to make her feel more comfortable. Her honesty and intelligence interest me and she completely loosens up after a while.

I sign her posters while she talks and I listen to the distinct passion in her voice. This girl talks of music the way I feel music should be felt. I am aware of the cameras and fans around me and I know that this is not something she would want to have put upon her shoulders. Her eyes spark with life and her face is an open book. There is something so welcoming about her presence to me, but her insecurities and inexperience in the world make me feel almost sorry for her.

I am snapped out of my reverie when she says goodbye and turns to Joo-chan. We probably will never meet again. I stare at her discreetly from the corner of my eye, remembering her features. I have to accept this, I know I do. As with all the other girls, I know that trying to keep in touch with them only inflicts pain onto both people. Sighing, I turn away, knowing I'll think of her today.

Y/n's POV

After a chat with Namgi about music and culture, that was very fun and disappointingly short, we are moved up to the next member. I look up at Joo-chan, worrying that I won't be able to say the right things. The Worldwide Handsome is looking back at me and my heart stops functioning for a second, suddenly seized with anxiety again.

Joo-chan's hair is dyed a beautiful shade of dark brown and his gentle face stares back at me.

His face is welcoming as he says tentatively "Hi, English?"

"Yes," I say red-faced, ashamed of the language barrier. "I can speak a little Korean," I say in Korean, hoping that I can keep that promise. My heart is beating in my chest, but I try to remain calm as we carry on with our conversation.

Chatting with Joo-chan started to get easier after a while and I feel more relaxed, even though my hands still shake slightly and my voice wavers subtly. He is somehow even more handsome in person and I encourage him to tell me some dad jokes which I laugh at, obviously. "Nice talking to you," I say in a voice that could be interpreted as confident as I turn to step in front of the next member.

"Have a nice day," he replies sweetly before turning to the next fan who seems to be hyperventilating with excitement. I watch him turn away from me and I feel sad that this experience will be over so soon. I don't know what I expected, I guess a part of me hoped that I would have more time to live in this fairytale.

(1023 words)

Author's Note

Hi so I had to change the member's names but I hope you can figure out who is who easily enough. I made sure to keep each of the first letters of their names the same. I hope you enjoy reading :)