The Best Valentines Day

OT7

You could see the crowds in the distance as our SUVs arrived, one after the other in the artists entrance of the venue. It wasn't a large concert, in fact it was an intimate gathering of less than a thousand which felt strangely daunting. We'd done stadiums and arenas that housed tens of thousands but the smaller venues meant we could really look into the eyes of ARMY and that was something we all enjoyed. When their eyes locked with ours, smiles on their faces, the weight of emotions in their eyes, we knew that we belonged to each other. Whatever that really meant.

Today, on a day to spend with those you loved, we had decided we wanted to spend it with ARMY. Most of us were currently without a significant other. It was too hard to maintain a relationship when you were away from each other half of the year. And while it was nice that the members loved each other, the love from ARMY was something completely different. So we had planned some treats so they'd know they were precious to us.

"And then near the end, each of us has a rose to hand out into the crowd?" Jimin was double checking what Namjoon had just explained.

"Yes, they each get a little gift bag on their seat and some ARMY in the front will also get a rose before we do the encore."

"How do we even pick which ARMY to give it to," Tae was asking, bouncing from foot to foot as our pre show nerves kicked up a notch at the singing we could hear coming from the ARMY already inside the venue.

"Go with whoever you're drawn to," Yoongi replied. "Who knows, maybe your special someone is out there tonight."

"That always gets us into trouble," Jimin said with a smirk.

"That always gets you into trouble hyung," Kook said with a grin and we nodded because he was correct. Jimin had the kindest heart but his flirting was notorious and he always found someone in the crowd that he was drawn too, telling us later about how it was love at first sight.

I was leaning back on the couch, feeling a little bit down. Having to constantly be a ray of hope was a lot harder than everyone realised. With another year travelling around the sun, another Valentines Day alone, I couldn't help but wonder when I would be able to settle down and find the one person who loved me like I wanted. Romance, in the really traditional sense of the word, was something I craved.

"Are you OK Hoba," Yoongi asked, flopping next to me on the couch. We were dressed already, only about twenty minutes until the event, a 60 minute mini concert.

"Yeah, you know."

"I do know," he answered, closing his eyes and resting his head. We'd all talked about it, how we would eventually have to take a break so we could spend some time with those we loved. For now that meant family and friends but stopping might mean we had a sliver of a chance of finding someone else to share our lives with. We sung about love but the illusive one true love had evaded most of us. Yoongi and I had shared drinks recently, talking more about what we really wanted from life. We had money, fame, accolades, our family and some close friends. It still didn't feel like the reason we should get up each day. Like all my members, I wanted something that meant the smile on my face was from thinking about the person who completed me. Maybe it was an idealistic view on love but it was what I wanted.

"We're heading backstage in 5 minutes," a manager called across the dressing room and I shut the noise of all the chattering around me, thinking, allowing myself to dream. Even if for just a few minutes.

Y/N

The fact I'd even managed to get tickets to any BTS event was a miracle. But that I'd managed to line up early enough to be near the front of the venue meant the gods must definitely be smiling on me. It was Valentines Day and there was no better group of people to be spending it with than ARMY and BTS.

I had on a purple fluffy sweater, the Winter chill outside needing more than a single layer to protect me. Fully expecting to be dancing, I didn't think I needed a jacket so just topped it off with a simple pair of jeans and my Mang headband. Hobi was my sunshine, his smile the reason I got up some mornings, the hard days when I doubted why I was even here. It wasn't that I needed him to exist as a person but his presence was the lift I needed when I was down.

All around me were ARMY, smiling together and even though I'd attended alone, I felt surrounded by friends. ARMY was a big purple circle of love. As we filed inside, I found myself in the second to front row, tall enough to see easily and I couldn't be happier with my life right now. On each seat was a gift bag with treats, a drink, photocards and a BTS Valentines day brooch, ARMY around me all trading until I ended up with all J-Hope ones. A note was included that held messages of love from each member and I read through them a few times, smiling. Hobi had said he hoped we all felt love today, from those around us, from BTS and love towards ourselves. BTS had definitely changed my view on the way I looked at things. I'd finally started telling myself that I was worthy of love and that I was good enough, just the way I was. They were truly life changing for me.

The venue was playing BTS songs and pre show clips on the big screens and we settled into the party vibe, cheering and singing while we waited to see the men who brought huge smiles to our faces. When the countdown began, cheers turned into screams and as they came out from behind the screens at the back of the stage, my mouth fell open. I couldn't scream along with them, preserving my voice to sing loudly to whatever songs they performed today, struck silent by being just a few feet from the edge of the stage, so close to them. All I wanted to do now was absorb the feelings that were flowing through me, electric and exciting.

So, I stood up in my seat along with everyone else, looking up and staring at each member as they came my way. I was close enough to make eye contact with them although most of the time, they were scanning the crowd, trying to connect with as many people as they could in one go. Namjoon was right in front of me for a while as they performed Ma City and I couldn't stop smiling. All around me was noise and chaos but I felt like it all blurred, I was so finely tuned on the person standing in front of me. His dimples showed as he looked at me briefly before dancing off to another part of the stage and I felt like I could finally breathe.

Until Hobi appeared to take his place and I choked back my saliva, attempting to swallow but failing miserably and ending up doing some kind of weird cough. He was looking away down the line of ARMY and so I made the effort to calm myself, taking deep breaths but looking up and singing along as his eyes finally scanned my way. He paused on me, noticing my Mang headband, eyes lighting up before he carried on looking towards the next group of fans. It was enough. Seeing his eyes, so close to mine. I felt like I had been lit up from the inside. It was tempting to sink back in my seat, feeling like today couldn't get any better but I just held the feelings close to my chest, swaying along with the music.

And it didn't end there. Hobi was on the opposite side of the line to where I was standing but he walked over to the water bottles tucked on the stage at my end of the venue before he opened it, pausing there to take a drink. His eyes scanned over the top of the bottle as he drunk, pausing to wipe his lips, smiling at those who called out to him. And, it looked like, smiling down at me. I must've looked stupid, frozen, gazing up at him but I couldn't force myself to do anything in response, hoping whatever expression was on my face wasn't ridiculous. He raised an eyebrow and carried on, walking the bottle to his place in line before he finished it and tossed the empty bottle to a staff member along the barricade, completely unaware he'd caused my heart rate to escalate well past what was healthy.

OT7

I watched as Taehyung and Jungkook swapped roses with an eyebrow raise at each other before heading down into the screams to pass their roses to two Taekookers standing side by side. I'd zeroed in on the person I wanted to give mine to, it was obvious to me. She was standing there, calmly looking up at me during most of the event. I watched her dance out the corner of my eye and stayed on that side of the stage more than I normally would. She was wearing Mang and that had first caught my attention but it was some kind of aura coming off her that I was drawn to the most. She was pretty, but I knew lots of pretty people so I wasn't sure why I spotted her amongst everyone. But every time I came near, her face had leaped out at me and I'd stolen more than a few glances her way, noticing little things about what she was wearing so I could easily find her in the crowd again. It was definitely her I wanted to give the rose to and I jumped down the stairs, walking towards where she was standing, smiling at everyone I passed even as I was still a little breathless from the show.

I arrived in front of her, unexpectedly it seemed as she jumped and put her hand to her chest when she saw me appear. My heart gave a little extra pump when I saw her up close, smile slipping briefly from my face as I reached the rose towards her. For some reason, I now felt incredibly nervous. All I could manage to slip out was, "For you," as I reached between the people in the front row to pass it across to her. She blushed instantly, hands fumbling against mine as she took it from me with a bow. I felt it. A zing that went from her fingertips to my hand and I had to quickly school my features. Up close, she was more than just pretty. She was exactly what I was hoping to find.

Y/N

As the concert drew to a close I was happy. More than happy. I felt like I was in a dream, finally having been at a live performance. And it was better than I could've imagined. Seeing all of them up close at least once, my heart was full. And seeing Hobi, multiple times, I could live on these emotions for a really long time.

Somewhere in the last few minutes, they'd all been given roses and I watched as one by one, they filtered out into the crowd, handing them to a lucky ARMY. My gaze was fixed on Yoongi, who came slowly down the stairs and stopped near me to hand his rose to a girl dressed all in black, face almost hidden behind the beanie she had on her head. It was the cutest to watch him give it to her with an embarrassed bow and for her to hide her face in her hands as she took it from him. I was enjoying the interaction so much that I didn't notice Hobi appear in front of me until his face filled my whole vision, causing me to startle in shock, hand automatically raising to my heart as it started skipping erratically.

"For you," he said, passing the rose to me and my hand somehow raised up on it's own, taking it from him, fingers making contact with the back of his hand as I took the rose was a gasp. I could feel my cheeks were pink and bowed my head in thanks, afraid to try and speak. When I looked up, he was just turning away, a confused look on his face and I knew I had to say something, to at least thank him.

"Gamsahabnida Hobi, I mean J-Hope," I said, sounding like I was stuttering in my haste.

He turned back quickly to the sound of my voice, reaching for my hand again and kissed the back of it, lips sinking in, creating an impression that burned through the layers, warming every part of me before he seemed to realise what he had done and dropped my hand from his.

"I, ah, you're welcome," he said, blinking furiously, quickly jogging back to do the last song.

I was too much in shock as ARMY around me shrieked and told me how lucky I was. I stared between the rose and the gloss of his lips on my hand, not daring to touch in case I found it wasn't real and that I would wake up soon. Had he really just kissed my hand? This Valentines Day was officially one that could never be topped.

OT7

"What did I do, what did I do," I was chanting, worried as we came off stage.

"You did a great job hyung," Jimin said, clapping his arm around my shoulder as he fell into step with me.

"No, I mean what did I do?! I kissed an ARMY!"

"You did what," Namjoon said, turning from his place in front of me, pausing in his strides so we backed up into a pile in the hallway, staff and members coming to a halt.

"I'm not talking about it here," I said, walking again and there were furrowed brows as we headed to the green room. The moment we got there, the members all collapsed into sofas and chairs and turned to me.

"Jay," Yoongi asked, "what happened?"

I was pacing, back and forth, back and forth.

"I'd been watching an ARMY so I knew who I was giving my rose to but after she thanked me, I kissed her."

There was a murmur through the room as staff tuned in too. This was not part of the BTS playbook, we didn't kiss anyone in public, apart from each other from time to time.

"On the lips," Taehyung asked, eyes growing large.

"No, no, on the back of her hand. I didn't even realise I was doing it until after."

"You got swept away in the moment," Jin said from where he was sprawled on a chair.

"I must've, that's never happened before."

"Do we need to do damage control," Namjoon asked, turning to a manager. "Someone will definitely have taken a photo."

"Possibly," they replied, picking up their phone and leaving the room.

I was embarrassed, finally sinking down into the sofa next to Jimin who wrapped his arms around me. "It's OK hyung, you just got carried away in the moment."

"I did. She was..." I didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"Ooooh, could it be love," Jin joked and I looked up sharply.

"We barely spoke," I said sharply, regretting it the moment the words left my mouth. "Sorry hyung, I'm flustered right now."

"It's OK Hobi-ah," Jin replied, giving me a wink and a thumbs up.

"It could be love," Jungkook said quietly, sitting across from me, running his hand through his hair. "Sometimes you just know right?"

"Always the romantic," Tae said fondly, standing up to grab himself a snack, ruffling Kook's hair on the way past.

"It does exist for some people, I'm sure," Namjoon said. "Don't worry Hoba, we've dealt with worse."

"But," I started to say, then stopped myself before deciding I wanted to say it anyway. "But what if it was love? And what if I wanted to talk to her properly?"

The members were looking between themselves at this point, avoiding looking at staff. That was strictly off limits. We'd learnt that in our early years.

"Ah Hobi hyung," Namjoon spoke and I cut him off.

"It's OK, never mind," and I stood up, preparing to take my make up off and change out of my stage outfit.

I didn't notice more looks exchanged between my members or Yoongi going up to a manager, whispering something and leaving the room with him, caught up in my own thoughts. I just hoped I hadn't made a fool of myself and I knew, I'd be thinking about this well into the night. "Not how I expected the event to go," I thought as I grabbed a face wipe.

Y/N

As the concert finished and they all left the stage amidst bows, screams and cheers, I was wiped out from all the emotions. Clutching the rose to my chest, I watched as other ARMY gathered confetti from the ground as a souvenir, taking photos of each other to remember the day. I didn't have anyone with me to take photos but I had the rose, already thinking about googling how to preserve it.

I sat in my seat for a while, not in a hurry to leave. If I did, it was over and I didn't want it to be. But soon enough there were only a few of us left and staff were beginning to start the tidy up process. Gathering my things, I walked towards the exit door closest to me. There were only two with staff on each and I bowed a thank you as I walked past them before I was stopped.

"Oh, you have a rose? We've been asked to make sure each person with a rose gets a photo taken. Can you come with us please?"

"Oh, of course, sure," I said, following where they lead. Another ARMY was having her photo taken too and I queued up, waiting for my one. I felt a little embarrassed, hopefully the photo wasn't going to be put on the official Instagram page or anything. The day had been long and I hadn't had a chance to touch up my makeup.

"Who did your rose come from," the staff asked, making polite conversation.

"Oh, from my sunshine," I replied without thinking. "I mean Hobi, J-Hope," I blushed.

They laughed. "We all call him our sunshine, don't worry," he said. "Now, if you write down your name and email address, we can send a copy of the photo through to you?"

"Oh, that would be great, thank you," I said, jotting it down before I was shown where to stand and told to do a finger heart with the rose clearly visible.

"Great, thank you," the staff waved me off as he escorted me back to the main doors and I walked out into the night air, breathing it in, feeling blessed and alive.

OT7

My bare face stared back at me in the mirror. Makeup removed and clothing returned to my stylist, I was just waiting to be told my car was ready. I couldn't get the situation out of my head though, frowning at myself. The members could tell I was beating myself up and came up to comfort me in their own way.

"Do you want to go for a drink," Jimin asked and I shook my head. I think I just needed my bed today, wanting to lie down and process my night.

"Thank you Jiminie but I'm going home." He nodded, squeezing my shoulder as he walked out of the room. It was just a few of us left now and I was pleased. I didn't need anymore looks from staff or members, already feeling foolish.

"You're welcome," Yoongi said quietly, coming up to me and whispering in my ear.

"For what," I asked, turning as he handed me something.

"For her contact details," he said with a grin. "I suggest a new email address, not that I've done this kind of thing before." He raised his eyebrows before winking and walking away with a whistle and a swagger to his step that was uniquely Suga.

The piece of paper contained a name and email address and I stared, making sure no-one else had seen before I tucked it away. Her name was beautiful, it suited her and I was shocked for another time tonight, grateful for my hyungs thoughtfulness. I could message her if I wanted, thoughts already swirling as to how to set up a temporary email address. Maybe it wasn't going to be the worst Valentines Day after all.