Author Note and general disclaimer: Hey guys this is my first fanfiction so go easy on me! I love BTS and in no way claim ownership to any of the lyrics or music mentioned in this fanfiction. I do know they have actual names, but prefer to call them by their stage names for people who might not. This story is based on a dream I had and wanted to share for everyone else to read. I tried not to give the "MC" a visual description as she could look like anything to anyone! Enjoy and comment your thoughts for future chapters! Thank you.

Chapter One

The gloomy sun finally started to set on a cold Friday night over Chicago, Illinois. I pushed my way through a massive swarm of fan girls yelling in a language I didn't speak. The auditorium was so packed for tonight's concert that overwhelmed bouncers were turning paying customers away. I waited years for this moment. Tonight was the last time the famous Korean pop band, BTS, would be coming to perform in the Windy City or anywhere in the US for that matter. They had made multiple announcements and many rumors were flying around as to why, but no one had any real answers. Due to all the propaganda, the venue was charging an outrageous amount of money to attend. Funds I currently did not possess. Radical thoughts of selling my car, my house, or my mother to any takers raced in my mind. Envious and heartbroken I decided to pass by anyway. Sporting a black dress segmented by a white belt reading "JUNGKOOK" across the back that was purchased for such an event. One of my favorite gifts, a BTS lanyard, hung out of my purse swaying with every step. I was going to be proudly representing regardless of the situation. Massive tour busses, banners, and venders were lined up in the distance enticing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. Feeling completely drained after working all day, I made my way down a smaller side street adjacent the huge building. Multiple dingy street lights and industrial housing lights dotting the road started coming to life, signaling too much time had been wasted gawking. I picked up the pace after getting around the building making my way to a generic looking green dumpster next to a small set of stairs leading up to a large greyed-out door. The glaring red "EXIT" sign illuminated a few people standing toward the end of the alley.

"The concert must be in full swing by now", I thought hearing the faint sound of "Fire" when passing the door. Exhaustion was starting to take over and I chastised myself for choosing to walk all the way home. Perfectly good car wasting away in the garage. Working in Chicago had its perks on days like this when mostly everywhere you needed to be was in walking distance. Driving home on a crowded street trying not to GTA mow over pedestrians does get old. The sound of hasty footsteps creeping up behind me beckoned me back into reality. I couldn't hear anyone talking and no one had passed me in the alley yet. Something didn't feel right. "NO NOT TODAY", I reflexively yelled in my mind starting to walk faster, not looking back to fuel more paranoia. My stomach dropped when a strange man stepped in front of me, blocking my escape route and also confirming my fears. "Where are you going baby?" mystery man declared while his friends caught up behind me laughing. My mind was screaming at me, "Buy time, stall them". "Oh real original, where did you hear that one? ?" was the only thing that would come out of my mouth. Clearly, he was not impressed as the smirk fell from his face. "Shit shit shit I'm an idiot." Without waiting for any kind of response, my body moved on its own, twisting around the man to bolt. Of course they saw that coming when one reached out to sloppily grab my wrist. It was enough to trip me up, causing me to fall back onto creepo number three. I couldn't really get a good look at the men, they were all wearing shady baggy hoodies and basketball shorts. Pretty much the epitome of nonspecific male clothing. I felt an arm snake around my waist as they circled around me, like predators cornering lesser prey.

One stood out from the rest, oddly looking familiar. He had light dusty blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and was about average height. I couldn't place where I'd seen him as he roughly grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him. "This one has an attitude boys. Let's see how long she can keep it going." His smile shook me. I couldn't move. "Why am I so afraid of him all of a sudden? " Shaking off the déjà vu I tried to do the only thing possible in this situation. Scream like it was going out of style. With the concert being so crowded someone was bound to hear me... right? The man holding me reeked of cigarettes and cheap vodka as he was breathing down my neck trying to pin down my arms. The other furiously fumbled with the top buttons of my dress amidst me flailing about like a hooked river carp. Despite giving it my best efforts they were still over powering me. Someone covered my mouth and I couldn't tell who was where anymore. Rough hands were quickly sliding up my thigh and down the front of my dress. I wasn't aware of my surroundings anymore after winding up face first against a cold alley wall beside the dumpster. Blood was slowly falling from a cut somewhere on my face, blurring my vision. A loud slam not far away startled us all. The large grey doors neighboring our little show had been thrown open with at least 6 or 7 boisterous men tumbling out. The sound of laughter and yelling filled the small quiet alley, causing the attackers to freeze. "HELP ME", I screamed ignoring my attackers groping in hopes that they would understand me.

I recognized Rapmonster right away, silvery white hair slightly shaved down on the sides leaving the front longer and swaying. He was wearing a white tee shirt underneath a black leather jacket complete with a gold chain and black pants with small holes in the knees. Around his neck hung the hottest accessory of 2017, Suga who had presumably been play fighting with him upon coming outside. The rapper similarly had his hair dyed a pristine white, but it fell around his face stopping to barely touch his ears and eyes. Suga was dressed in a long sleeve navy blue collared shirt with a dark suit jacket over top. Matching suit pants with a leather belt and a sliver chain finished the chic look. Rapmonster understood English better than the rest of them and was the first into the action. The dim street lights flickered as the two boys tackled the goons clutching me to the ground. Stunned, I collected myself, quickly wiping blood off of my eyes and face. The blonde man was trying to cut his losses and make a break for the end of the alley unnoticed. J-hope and V took off running after the unknown man per shouts from Rapmonster and Suga. J-hope had his hair dyed a reddish brown color covered by a backwards facing black baseball cap. An ironed white long sleeved shirt with a white and blue pinstriped suit jacket covered his torso, along with matching pinstriped pants. J-hope, followed by a flash of orange haired V, flew past in an attempt to catch up to him. V sported classic black skinny jeans and a sultry black leather jacket complete with hood pulled up over the back of his head. All three men disappeared around the corner of the alley in a cops and robbers type pursuit chase.

Next to join was Jimin, flinging himself over the small railing contained by the four or five steps up to the door. Fiery red hair and flashes of black leather rained down on the two remaining attackers when Jimin dive bombed in to aid his fellow band mates in restraining them. Black leather jackets must have been the trend tonight as his hung down to his waist, stopping just before a pair of ripped up blue jeans. The black shirt underneath was boisterous, covered in pink, yellow, and lime green writing perfectly matching his unruly personality. Thoughts were whirling around me to flee or hide, but nothing was moving correctly. Something was lightly being placed onto my shoulders causing an involuntary jump reflex. Whirling around, another familiar face greeted me just as he was cascading a jacket onto my back. Jin, rocking a reddish purple hair do, jumped in unison with me. There was a slight pause as we looked at each other. The white from his button up collared shirt shone under the ambient street light. He had on a simple skinny black tie and dark jeans for a classic BTS look. Realizing half my dress was still undone, I hastily buttoned it back up trying to fix the belt back in place. My vison blurred once again and hesitant hands grabbed mine to get a better look at the cut pouring blood onto my face. Now by no means was the Korean language my specialty, but I had been taking classes to learn for some time now. (NOTE: For the sake of everyone's sanity I'll write what they are saying in English and pretend I'm translating it from Korean ffs).

Jin was the first to break the silence, "You'll be okay now". His hand calmly reached out in an attempt to help wipe the persistent blood. Two more men came bursting forth from the door adorning matching plain black suits and sunglasses. They were short portly men, huffing and puffing from running all the way to their destination. By the looks of them I assumed they were either some form of BTS's security guards, managers, or possibly both. "Where the hell have you boys been?" the men shrieked. "We said five minute break not wander around the streets of Chicago at nigh-", they froze unable to finish their statement to take in the scene before them. Two strange men getting beaten half to death by Rapmonster, Suga, and Jimin. J-hope and V gone to who knows where chasing who knows who. Jin consulting with some half-dressed bloody girl semi concealed by darkness and a dumpster. "Someone call the authorities!" Jin shouted at them annoyed. "I am going to find a first aid kit. Jungkook take care of her and bring her inside for god sake! It's freezing!" With that he was gone like a flash.

"Jungkook. Of course Jungkook is here too," I thought stupidly as a wave of nervousness over took me. My idol that I so desperately wanted to see is here, standing just a few feet away. Given a new found mission the young singer pushed past the manager guards to run down the stairs. His hair was dyed a jet black, falling perfectly around his face and eyes lightly swaying as he walked. He had on a pair of black leather skinny jeans complementing his onyx colored shirt and light blue denim jacket. Stopping in front of me, he looked down at the ground slightly moving his foot back and forth. "Umm hello I am Jungkook it is nice to meet you", finally stammered out. Once again frozen in place, his deep brown eyes wandered up to meet my gaze. My vision blurred once more, this time from tears threatening to spill over. I couldn't take it anymore. Reaching out, the feeling of soft fabric ran over my hands as I grabbed onto his shirt. The action must have surprised him, causing a "thud" as his back made contact with the alley wall. The faint smell of sweat and cologne found its way to me as I buried my face in his chest to ugly cry like a child. Muffled voices and the shuffling of feet came upon us as the boys started to reconvene after their separate battles. Still slightly panicked and unsure, Jungkook wrapped both of his arms around my waist pulling me in closer. At this point I was sure his shirt was going to be ruined by all the blood, sweat, and tears coming his way. Voices were getting louder as what sounded like Jimin and Suga victory screeching and hitting each other on the back while the others danced about. "Yo Jungkook let's take her to the break room inside all right?" Rapmonster lightly hit his shoulder jostling us both. "Hey um do you think you can walk inside is that alright?" Jungkook timidly asked running a hand slowly through my hair.

I knew I couldn't stay there forever, no matter how much I might want to. Still slightly teary eyed, but regaining my senses I reluctantly pulled back to look at him. His chocolate eyes immediately met mine, going wide like he was having some sort of realization. Noticing how dangerously close we were brought a creeping blush to my face. My body was pressed against his with no room to fit even a piece of paper between us. One of his legs found its way in between mine at some point while his right arm still rested around my waist, holding me there. The other had stopped stroking my hair and rested in the middle of my back underneath Jin's jacket. "When am I going to get another chance like this?!" my thoughts yelled at me from a darker place in my mind. I moved closer, our faces inches apart. His breath was warm and smelled slightly sweet like some sort of foreign candy. The same blush had crept onto his face when he made no attempt to push me away. Instead the hand hovering on my back pulled me in closer as our eyes lightly fluttered shut. The sound of my own heartbeat was deafening as the other members, realizing it or not, killed the mood. V and J-hope had ran all the way back and grabbed my arm at the worst time. "We lost sight of him man everyone get inside in case he comes back!" J-hope screeched clearly terrified. While being pulled forward into the big doors by an escort of five men, I quickly caught a glance over my shoulder. Jungkook was standing where we had been previously, one arm slightly outstretched towards us looking defeated. The sight made my heart break as the blinding industrial lights inside the building forced my eyes closed.