NOTE: The band members should all be male in order for this to work. Thank you! Also, merry christmas everyone!

YOUR POV

I've been standing along with the other fans here at the arena, holding a poster and an album on my hands. It wasn't really boring to wait since I know that after those four girls finish, it would be my turn to talk to the members.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I got a VIP ticket from one of my friends and being a really big fan of (band's name) means that having their signatures is going to be a dream come true to me. Cross it down to the bucketlist!

Tucking a hair behind my ear, I could almost feel my heart pounding louder every second. Tip-toeing to look at them, I saw (band member's name) looking around before his gaze met mine. His (H/C) hair was combed really well and his (E/C) bore right to mine before he gave me that heart-warming smile that almost made me melt right on the spot.

And before I could even wave my hand to say hello, a shove came right behind me before someone mumbled a 'sorry'. Looking back, I gave him an annoyed look.

And to be frank, the one behind the line was no one other than (C/N) himself. You thought that my crush was one of those cute guys up the stage? Sorry, that's a big no.

He gave me this bored and unfazed look before unpatiently tapping his foot to the extent that he had the audacity to cross his arms like a pouting child. I really felt like I was the one babysitting him. His (H/C) hair was already a mess and his smile earlier turned into a one big frown.

"What's the matter, C/N?" I hesitantly asked as he took a quick glance at me before avoiding my gaze. He unconsciously tapped his foot in boredom as he carried a big bag that literally contains all of my gifts for the members.

"Nothing. I'm just happy to be here with you while I carry your bags," he sarcastically said as I tried not to laugh at his remark.

"Oh, I'm sorry but weren't you the one who asked me if you could carry the bags on my hand since you don't want me to be tired? I'm pretty sure that it was you, alright." He then gave me a groan before nodding.

"Yeah, and I really regret asking that question." I just giggled and looked back up front. Seeing that it was already my turn, I walked up the stage and kneeled in front of one of the members.

(C/N), on the other hand, looked like he was about to explode out of jealousy when he saw me giggling too much while the member (R/N), took a hold of my hands and carressed it. It wasn't really much of a big deal until (R/N) kissed the back of my hand.

Though, (C/N) doesn't really know that it was a part of my plan to make him jealous. And having one of the members notice me that much was not really planned so my plan had technically made a big step.

The plan I had in mind was to flirt with one of the members and to act cutely around them. But I was quite shocked to see that (R/N) had fell for my act.

Before I could even ask (C/N) to hand me the gifts for the members, I was surprised to see him walking up the stage and giving my bag to one of the members.

"Here you go. Just pass it along to your members," he angrily told (R/N) before pulling me away from the crowd. What made me upset was that I didn't even got to let the other members sign the album.

When we were already outside the arena, I took his hands off my wrist and glared at (C/N). He, on the other hand, looked like he was about to burst.

"What the hell was that, (C/N)? Why did you pull me out like that?" I asked him before crossing my arms, my face puffing out in anger.

He then tends to look at me before he took a deep breath. "I don't know, okay?"

"What do you mean you don't know? Technically, there's something bothering you!" I told him as he looked down, brushing his hair out of frustration.

"I was jealous, alright? There! Are you happy now?" He yelled out as I stood there, frozen at his words. Jealous? Does that mean my plan worked?

"What did you say?" I asked him, making sure that I was hearing him out correctly.

Instead of repeating what he had said earlier, he didn't even hesitate to wrap his hands around my waist and pulls me close until our noses touch against each other. My breath hitches as I noticed the little gap between us.

And before I could even say a word, he closed the gap and kissed me on the lips - his hands still around my waist.

It took us a long time before we pulled away from each other, breathing heavily for a bit. His gaze then avoided eye contact as he puts his hands on his hoodie, indicating that he was too shy to say anything.

Of course, I was too stunned to even mutter anything. So, when he noticed the silence between us, he broke it nonchantly.

"Look, you didn't have to act so cute towards those guys back at the arena," he told me as he then turned to face me.

"To them, you're just a fan, you know?" He told me as I soon gave him a 'really?' look. When he saw this, he gave me a smile. Walking towards me, he gave me a kiss on the forehead and looked down at me.

"What? I'm just telling you the truth, (Y/N). In fact, you don't deserve to be with them. You deserve to be with me. Face the reality that there are a lot of girls that can actually gain their attention and not you," he told me as he then grabs a hold of my hand.

When he saw my sad reaction, he quickly gave me a peck on the lips.

"You want to know why I'm telling you this?" He asked me as I just gave him a sad nod.

"Because I want you to wake up. Fate wants us to be together, not them. They can be your inspiration but fate wants you to remember that I will still be your boyfriend no matter what." After that remark, he took off his scarf and wrapped it on my neck loosely.

"To them, you're just a mere fan. But to me? You're my everything, (Y/N). I love you, don't you ever forget that."

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Looking at the screen in front of me, I scoffed. That's a bit cliché, don't you think? I mean, when can the protagonist stop being such a shy type? Grabbing a hold of my bowl of popcorn, I ate one and looked behind me.

A guy was staring back at me as he saw my pouty face and popcorn on hands. His (E/C) glanced at the movie then back at me before asking me a question.

"What's wrong, dear?" His soft voice asked me as I loudly groaned and crossed my arms.

"These movies are getting too cliché for me! I'm just not inspired!" I argued as (C/N) chuckled and gave me one of the cans of softdrinks. Opening them, I saw him taking a seat right next to me before wrapping his hands around me for a hug.

"Oh really? Well, aren't your book supposed to be passed to the company this month? And how many chapters have you done? Two? Three?" He hummed as I playfully glared at him.

"You're really not helping." He then chuckled before kissing my forehead. Taking the soda from my hands, he took a sip and gulped it down. Standing up, he took the laptop from the desk and wrote a few things.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as he then smiled at me. I swear, this guy will be the death of me.

"I'm just writing a few things. Also, I'm changing a few scenes. Some of them are really cliché, baby. You should know better," he told me before his fingers typed in a few words.

"Oh and by the way, you shouldn't really say that the movie was cliché." I then raised an eyebrow at him.

"And why not?" I asked as he chuckled.

"That happened to us before, you know? Instead of me being your best friend and all, I'm an idol and you were like, 'notice me please!' and all of that," he said as I gasped and shook my head.

"No, I wasn't!" I argued as he rolled his eyes before shrugging.

"Whatever you say," he told me as he laughed immensely. He then stopped typing and let me read it before his eyes.

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(Y/N), if you're reading this, that means I can see you right now. I'm looking at you while you're confused right now.

Okay, look away from your phone. You'll see me smiling at you.

Nothing? Well, you just got trolled.

Let the saga begin.

(If you're an Army, you'll get this. Lol)