I’ve only got eyes for you💜

Jealousy runs in the family

Your in a cab and the clock strikes midnight. You gaze out of your window only to see nothing but pitch black darkness.

You look down and then look back up again to see suddenly a swarm of purple lights coming your way. You notice that the lights spell out...

the words ARMY. Instantly, you feel a wave of both happiness and joy which causes you to also notice the ghostly presence of someone behind

you. You turn around only to see nothing but the distant lights and crowd. But then a few minutes later, the presence returns, closer than

before. This time though you feel almost afraid to turn around. You can smell the sense of mystery filling the air as it stands

eerily. You proceed to walk to the entrance of the concert, but then feel a hand grabbing you back. You look to your side and see the most

beautiful person you have ever seen. He has lovable handsome eyes and a glorious smile that shows off his perfectly pearly, white teeth.

Dreamy. His glossy lips stand out in the midst of the darkness and you gaze at them longinly, wanted to kiss them over and over again.

You can smell the sweet green apple scent of his hair and the manly veins covering his hands. You notice his perfect jawline and his cuddly

-looking cheeks that make you want to squish them until they pop. You’ve never felt this sensational feeling before, you’re in deep love.

He nervously scratches the back of his head and then bites his lip as if he’s getting ready to speak. He then says ‘Hey’ and your heart

beats even faster, repeating the words over and over in your head. You’re mesmerized by his cute, charming voice and his good looks.

You then take in a deep breath before letting out a tiny ‘hi’, that sounded like a little mouse squeaking

or a little child about to sing a lullaby infront of an audience. You know who he is, but refuse to ask for an autograph out of politeness-

it seems he is here to escape the feeling of fame. You still feel the eery presence though, but if it’s not Jimin, who is it.....

You feel the figure move forward and follow you two as you walk into the entrance together. A sudden snap of a twig causes you and Jimin to

jump and look around, but once again nothing to be seen. Out of fright, you notice Jimin’s hands slowly interlocking yours and swarms of

adoration fill your blood, overpowering all fear in that moment. But that feeling was short-lasted as you felt the figures hand cutting

through you and Jimin’s seperating any connection that was previously found. You think to yourself whoevers doing this must not like the

prosepect of me and someone else being together, but this doesn’t stop you from having a nice night out so you continue to make your way to

the arena and find your seat. Jimin seems to of disappeared though....

You sit down and are immediately greeted by another attractive man. He feels distant but close enough for you to notice his wavy, brown hair

You feel compelled by his charm and taken aback when he offers you the mini hot chocolate in his hand. He then proceeds to sit next to you

and an ARMY next to him screams in delight and asks to immeditately take a photo with him. You are confused since you have never

Seen this man before but just assume that he is famous or one of I don’t know Suga’s friends.

But when he turns around to face you though, you instantly recognise him. It’s Johnny from NCT.

You try not to look shocked at all but you know he can tell you are. Again, you don’t ask for a photo or autograph but instead hope for a

long, friendly coversation and maybe even a phone number🤭. He stares intently into your eyes but really it feels like he is staring right

into your soul. Sparks of mystery and secrecy fly off of him and you wonder whether it was him who has been following you tonight. He looks

around checking for any people eaves dropping before inching closer and putting his mouth near your ear. He then slowly whispers the words

‘Come with me’ into the labrinth of your ear and you get a sudden urge to follow him despite having waited months to be at this concert.

He grabs you by the hand and you instantly recognise that it’s the same hand that broke you and Jimin’s hands apart. Same look,

same everything. You both swim through the crowd until you reach the exit of the arena, which takes you backstage and to a peculiar-looking

room. The room is filled with candles, makeup, mochi, and has a random table with two chairs in the center. You and Johnny both take a seat

your lips trembling anxiously waiting for someone to break the silence. Ever since you’ve found that relation with the hand, you have felt

unsettled. Eventually, he blurs the words ‘Thanks for coming, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while’, but that doesn’t make you feel

any better, infact it’s making you feel worse. What does he mean ‘for a while’: for a while as in just these past few minutes or for a while

as in for these past few hours;days;months;years! All this is becoming too much for you so you take a deep breath hoping that will cure some

of the anxiousness you are feeling and thankfully it does enough that you are able to speak. Your lips part and you say, ‘Have you been

following me?’ And he quickly replies with a short, ‘yes’.

‘But why?’ you say and once again the room fills with a loud silence.

‘Because I can’t bear to see you with him’, he says and you notice his hands shaking uncontrollably underneath the table-he’s clearly

uncomfortable, but then again so are you.