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Fake Love – Chapter 4

My lessons started at 9:30 AM but, after what I lived the last weekend, I did not feel like paying attention. Not even to one of the things I loved the most in life. Furthermore, the fact that nobody knew I was chatting with Namjoon made me feel butterflies in my stomach. Of course he was charming and attractive, but I did not like him that way. It was just… like being a teenager again.

After two hours of hearing the teacher non-stop speaking, I ran from the classroom right to the bar to grab a coffee and check if I had any other messages. I did not see those last words from RM telling me I still had some unread chats. And he was right! Oh my God, I totally forgot about that phantom emoji Taehyung sent me right when I reached the hotel, back from the backstage.

To be honest, V had been my bias since the very start. So that, I did not know what to respond, how to answer… Not even if I should write him back after those days!

Daisy was one of my closest friends, she was that kind of unconditional support for everything no matter what. She liked BTS as well, but she could not make it to the concert. That was the first time I called her back from Paris, so she did not know anything about me being in the backstage with the guys. But for then, that was not the main thing.

—Can you talk? —I asked her as soon as she picked the phone.

«Yup?», I heard Daisy’s hesitant voice.

—Daisy, I’m gonna tell you something huge. Please, take a sit.

«Is it good or is it bad?»

—More than good!

«Oh my Gosh, girl, spill the tea already!»

—I will explain everything when we meet, okay?, but all you need to know is that I spent some minutes at the backstage with BTS.

«WHAT?!»

—Pay attention, you’re not allowed to freak out yet. I am already.

«Okay…»

—So I have been chatting with RM for two days.

«What…?»

—He asked for my number, I couldn’t say no. But the thing is that Taehyung also sent me a message which I forgot to reply.

«Are you serious?»

—They are flying to I really don’t know where and… guess what.

«You’d better tell me or else…»

—It seems Taehyung wants me to answer this ghost emoji he sent me two days ago. But I have literally no idea what to say.

«FUCK OFF!»

—Okay, that does not help…

«I mean. Go for it. No matter what your answer is: a word, another emoji… Really, Jazz, whatever! But for God’s sake, say-some-thing».

—Yeah… maybe I’m sending an emoji combo or something…

«Go write him. You owe me a coffee. I love you».

«I love you too», I said as I heard Daisy hanging up. I took a sip and though «There we go… I guess».

Hi guys! I’m sorry guys I haven’t uploaded that often lately. I just started my master’s degree and I barely have time to come up with a ‘good’ chapter as good as it can be...

So here we have a very important support for Jazz, Daisy. And finally, Taehyung sends Jazz more than a phantom emoji...!

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Fake Love – Chapter 3

I woke up suddenly because of a very weird dream. Everything was pretty normal once back to the reality: the flight was coming to its end and Asha was sweating, trying to calm her nerves.

Once we landed, the first thing I did was turning on my phone. Immediately it buzzed several times because of all the missed calls and messages received during the flight:

«This man… so sweet…», I thought on Namjoon’s text, despite having other messages from my boyfriend. But of course, after that, I texted my boy back telling him his I just got back to the country and, in a few hours, I would drop by his to spend some delayed time. I drove Asha home and headed to mine to leave the luggage and change my clothes.

Eventually, I was standing in front of my boy’s building waiting for him to open the door. I went upstairs to the third floor and he was already with wide opened arms, ready for a great tight hug.

—I missed you, princess —he mumbled, lips against my neck—. So, tell me… How did everything go?

I followed him into his room as I started to explain the trip. I complaint about how long we had to wait in the queue, surrounded by all those childish girls already screaming even before the gates were open –and that meant bearing those yells for almost ten hours–. But of course, I could not hide my excitement when talking about the show.

—Are they as handsome in person as they seem on the Internet? —he asked giggling.

—Even better —I softly punched him on the arm.

—Are we going out for dinner? I’m paying.

—Sure!

«Let me take a quick shower and we can go», he told me walking into the bathroom.I just could say «okay» and sit on his bed waiting for him to get ready. I took the cell phone and realised I still had that text from Namjoon unseen. No answer to his message was implied, further than a «thanks» or so, but I decided to text him back. I did not expect the idol to follow the conversation, however he seemed to be forthcoming.

I heard my boy coming off from the bathroom already. As soon as he came out wrapped in a towel, I locked the screen and I still don’t know why I placed the phone under my thigh. I smiled at him.

—Korean?

—Huh?

—The restaurant —he explained himself while picking a shirt from the closet—. Are you into Korean food, after all?

—Oh… —I placed my hand on my chest—. Of course!

Hi guys! Jazz is back home with her boyfriend yes, she is already taken... Already back from the concert and she is keeping in touch with Namjoon.

Please be kind and let’s purple each other! ♥

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Fake Love – Chapter Two

It was kind of scary standing there; the corridor was not totally empty –there were still people walking under the pale emergency lights–, but I was waiting by myself after the bodyguard left telling me not to move from there. So I did as I was told.

Minutes passed by and a dark silhouette approached me. It was Namjoon pulling a huge smile and lending me his hand. «Hi! I’m sorry, did you have to wait for too long?», he asked me in English. Still in shock, I told him I didn’t and we shook hands.

—Would you please come with me? —he finally said breaking the silence which was making me feel awkward.

—Why am I here? I mean… —I laughed slightly because of my nervousness—: obviously any of them out there would die to be here with you but…

—You asked for a selfie, didn’t you? —Namjoon smiled one more time.

«Oh, okay…», I thought out loud as I followed him. That was when I happened to get signal again, so I start receiving all the missed calls and messages from both of my friends. I did not want to pay more attention to my phone rather to Namjoon or the rest of the members, so I just typed that I was fine and blocked the screen. The idol opened the door for me and let me in.

—Oh, Jazz, for God’s sake!

Asha and Jana jumped out to welcome me, checking from head to toe I was alright.

—Where have you been?

—Well… —I stepped into the room and let myself onto ‘my’ bed exhausted—. Promise me you won’t scream. Both of you…

The two of them came to me and casted an intrigued look. I was being way too mysterious to them, I know, but the meeting had been so unreal that to me it was not that simple to tell.

—Are you kidding? You’re the one the goes missing and you ask us to keep quiet when you explain whatever you have to say? —Jana kind of nagged me.

—I met the guys.

And obviously, Asha and Jana couldn’t help but yelling «YOU WHAT?!» opening their eyes wide.

—You better talk —Asha warned me—, n-o-w!

I told them I had to if I wanted to live. I told them how the bodyguard asked me to go with him and then left, and a bit after Namjoon showed up inviting me to the backstage. In there, the rest of the members were seated in different surfaces, still dressed in the same clothes they wore for the last song. As soon as they saw their leader, they all came to greet us; he had to become the interpreter of the meeting because, despite of some of them being able to speak a few words in English, the conversation wouldn’t have been that fluent.

—What did you tell them?

—And they? What did they tell you?

—Oh my God, girls, calm down —I laughed—. Everything has been pretty normal: they asked me if I enjoyed the show, if I had any favourite song… They thanked me for being an ARMY because we all mean the whole world to Bangtan Sonyeondan… In the end I got the chance to take a selfie with them all and…

I suddenly stopped talking. All the recent memories start hitting me, making a heavy knot growing in my stomach. It seemed like my happiness got carried away, faded with the reminiscence of the recent good times… But a smile was still dawn on my face. «And...?» I heard Asha’s voice like far away. Three sudden buzzes in my pocket took me back from my limbo.

I placed aside the mobile phone and sighed. «We had to repeat a pair of photos, because Suga came a bit later. And then, the same bodyguard came to pick me up», I finally said.

Hi guys! The main character finally got a name! As you read, it’s Jazz (short ‘trying-to-sound-cool’ one for Jasmine).

It seems we’re having some action from our favourite boys in this fanfiction! Namjoon has been the first one since he can speak English perfectly, but... has he any interest in Jazz? Is it going to be Taehyung? Or neither of them?

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Fake Love – Chapter One

At last, after twelve hours waiting in the cue, we got inside the stadium and the show began. What I love the most about concerts is being able to interact somehow with the artists I’m seeing –at least that is what I always did in the past ones I have attended...– So I had that purple placard prepared to be raised, with which I earned some heart signs from a few members of the band. Not to seem disrespectful, but it was written «I know our love story is impossible, but at least… selfie?» on that paper; it seemed to work because suddently a bodyguard came to me –scaring the shit out of me–:

—Lady, your phone —he asked me in a strong French accent.

I had one of my friends kicking my arm while talking –barely screaming– desperately to my ear. «V!» she repeated several times as I raised my head. Taehyung was indeed kneeling at the edge of the scenario, waiting for my phone to be handled. He had his wide box smile, looking towards us and I could not believe, seconds later, we were posing for a distant selfie with that cutie –and a bunch of other girls, of course–. The main thing is that it was the three of us: Asha, Jana –another good friend– and me… with Taehyung himself!

The concert came to an end after almost three hours of music and an amazing non-stop show. We were talking with my friends, still thrilled about what happened; I was checking everything was inside my fanny pack when Jana went directly to the toilet, kind of roaring «Now I finally can go!» or so.

—We will wait outside —shouted Asha in the air.

As we heard an affirmative response somewhere among the crowd, which was already leaving, both of us were about to proceed. Though, I was tapped on the shoulder and I turned around. It was the same bodyguard who lent my mobile phone to Taehyung.

—Come with me —he just said.

«I’m fine, go to the hotel room. I will catch you up later» was the last thing I typed both of my friends. I had something big to tell.

Hi guys! So here you have the officialy first chapter of ‘Fake Love’. As you can see, this fanfic is going to mix both written AND fake texts!

Also, I won’t write “Y/N” down, I’m thinking of giving this main character a proper name.

Please be kind and let’s purple each other! ♥

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Fake Love – Prologue

There I was, flying to Paris with my overrated English and a few French words recalling in my head. I was kind of nervous, because I had never figured myself in any similar situation: there would be plenty of teens dying for reaching the front row in the pit, battling to catch their bias’ eye… And all of them surrounding my friend and me –which are not that young already–. I looked at her and smiled under my nose: Asha was terrified of flights.

—Are you doing okay?

—Yeah…

After twenty more minutes, the plane landed and then Asha could sigh with relief. She tried to stand up, still her legs seem not to cooperate and keep shaking, so I offered myself to help. However, the girl managed to catch strength and walk trough the corridor muttering «I’m doing all of this for the boys; just for the boys…»

We stopped by the toilet so Asha could wash her face. Once she felt better, we grabbed our luggage and went off for a taxi.

—Try to rest a bit once we get at the hotel room —I told Asha, who still seemed a little groggy.

—These boys are gonna kill me…

—So, would you have preferred to stay home? —I raised an eyebrow as I pulled a smirk.

—Never! This is a unique opportunity. A rare one, I would say. There’s no way I would have missed it.

—You’re so dramatic…

—You know what it is said: you can get out of jail, but one does not simply can get out of kpop.

—Whatever —I laughed slightly, looking back through the window.

At this time skip let me explain the whole story that brings Asha and I to the point at we were.

We’re gonna place the start back in 2008, on and off. I once had this friend who introduced me to all the kpop universe. Sadly for her, I wasn’t really into this world, moreover she made me kind of disavow it. It is not that I hated it, but it happened not to be as interesting to me as my old friend expected.

So some years passed, she became distant, fortunately I got new friends… And finally, one day my teenager sister-in-law asked me if she could show me a music video she discovered recently. I agreed with a big smile, I’ve been into the music industry my entire life, so I couldn’t help but feeling happy she wanted to show me whatever it was. But, oh Lord, when I entered her room that big smile deceased from my face.

—Don’t say a word yet, just watch the video, okay? I know it is a ‘Chinese’ boyband –she warned me.

I could feel her thrilling already, so I faked the smile back in order not to disappoint the girl and took a sit. As soon as I read the titles on Youtube some old memories –both good and bad– punched my chest. Nonetheless, I’ve never heard of BTS so I gave it a try. And «oh my God, what did I watch…» I was used to this ‘bulled-shaped’ hair and ‘bad-guys’ looks Asian people tend to stick in this kpop industry; but those guys had something different that got me instantly. Like the title of the song, they were literally, Dope.

But, wo-ho, my friends… we know how to become an ARMY is like. It seems like messing with their names and faces is a must –except from RM, everyone recognizes him from the start–. After a time, though, there I was: travelling abroad to attend the closest BTS concert they were doing from my country, and sitting next to my boyfriend’s friend, Asha –who happened to be one of the craziest ARMY I could ever met–.

Hi guys! This is the prologue from the BTS fanfic ‘Fake Love’. I’m aware the title gives kinda sad and depressing feelings about the whole story... but you’ll figure it out chapter by chapter! I will try to update frequently just if you’d like me to.

Also, feel free to take the main character as if it were yourselves.

Please be kind and let’s purple each other! ♥