Meeting Him

I first discovered them through another group, at first she didn't pay much attention to them, I knew that they were popular but I enjoyed the other group more, things gradually changed as they stared in appearing her thoughts, started showing up in her browsing no matter where she was. It wasn't that bad at first, but the before I realized my group bias was wrecked and all I could focus on was BTS.

My family calls it an unhealthy obsession, but I call it my life because they were my life and without them those depressing days spent loathing my very existence, wishing that I could disappear would have gotten me to a point where I couldn't come back from

They wouldn't have understood even if I told them the reason, that's why I chose this option. Two months ago it was announced that BTS wouldn't be a guest on JayJay Talks, one of the most popular live radio talks in England, this talk show was different from others because unlike the others fans were able to purchase tickets and interact with them during and in between their stay there.

It was more like a fan meeting except it was life, more importantly, the seats were limited, and you would be able to see them up close and personal not from a far distance or through a mega screen.

The talk show was the reason for my uncontrollable happiness two months ago after I managed to get a ticket to this very event yet because of stupid obligation towards a banquet that would t even notice if I wasn't there l, I couldn't go.

This was when my planning started; this plan had three steps to it: 1. Lock myself in my room for an extended period to show them how serious I was, but in reality, it was to buy time. The second step was to find a replacement just in case of emergency; I couldn't find one for the longest time due to everyone being under the influence of my parent's authority, yesterday that role was filled by a curious and money desperate little maid.

Back at the mansion

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Sitting on a large luxurious bed was a smiling little maid, surrounded by a wide variety of snacks, clothes and shoes that she would never be able to afford even if she worked for 30 years, it was the girl who had been taken into the pits of hell but had ended up in heaven instead

All she had to do was do nothing every day but ward off anyone who tried to come in before the Miss came back and she would be able to buy all the snack in the world if she wanted

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At this moment the real Nina stood in a massive crowd, hours away from her home, a black mask covering my face and a matching cap with it, I already implemented the third phase of my plan but to be safe, I covered my face along with wearing sweats.

This way, I looked inconspicuous; no one would be able to recognize me. With a sigh I looked around me, the majority of, he crowed were women dress like it was their prom day.

Sparkling jewelry on their wrist and necks, make up applied so that not a single imperfection could be seen and clothing that screamed look at me, but then there was me, dressed head to toe in black and a huge camera that cost me thousands due to its ability to capture objects far away with high resolution.

This would be my first time being able to meet them up close, and yet I was dressed like a paparazzi, I signed again even though I wanted to meet them looking my best this was the only way I could get here asking for more would be greedy.

As I patted my self on the back and tried to comfort myself a sudden shove nearly toppled me over. It luckily I the person in front of me was a very sturdy person, and I was able to avoid breaking the thousand dollar camera.

"Would you watch where you're going! you almost made me drop my purse," an angry voice yelled behind me, the voice sounded like what you would think a hyena would say if it could talk

"Jeez these people think just because they were able to win tickets off some radio show that they can compare to those us who used our own money to show support," said another voice, she was similar to the other, but the pitch was different, giving it a more screechy sound.

Due to my plan, I managed to hold my anger in and put my hat down farther ignoring the snake-like women checked on my camera, but as I tried to move my arms, I realized that something was restricting them.

That's when I saw two perfectly manicured hands holding on to my upper arms; my back was pressed firmly to their chest announcing that the person I bumped into wasn't a female and those slim fingers that any woman would kill for actually...belonged to a man!