"Grace, you're gonna have to say something. We can't sit here all day, drowning in coffee."

I can, actually. And I think I will. Until I wake up from this unbelievable dream. Or not.

Earlier, upon seeing both our relatively paled faces, Sara had coaxed us to a cafe next to the airport and we've been sitting here for nearly an hour now. Steph with her fourth, nearly empty, cup of Joe and I was nursing my third cappuccino, while staring off into space.

Nearly an hour since we saw-

Kim Taehyung.

Oh God. I actually saw him. Not from professional fansite photography or music videos. Nor in concert attire, serenading a crowd.

No. I saw him as himself, in his quirky airport fashion topped with a face mask and that black beanie.

I don't think I would be this stunned if I had only seen him. But it was more than just the eyes that made contact.

"He held my hand." I mumbled, but I'm pretty sure the two of them heard it. I heard Sara snicker and say "rookies" under her breath, but Steph was still catatonic. Only shooting selective words. It was quite unlike Steph.

"Yeah, Grace. Coffee..... Jimin."

We were both sat, side by side, facing an amused Sara.

"Is this what they call PTSD?" Sara mumbled to herself, while taking out her phone.

I had to let it out, had to make sure it was real. I wanted to let the world know that, Kim Taehyung saved me from being conveyor belt chowder.

"Steph, please tell me I'm not dreaming! Tell me I didn't sleep over on the flight, and my body is still there while I astroprojected myself into a dream."

Steph turned to look at me. Her eyes were clouded over, mouth slightly open.

We both snapped to attention at the sound of a camera shutter.

"Sara!"

"The looks on your faces! Just priceless! I had to capture it. I owe it to the fam back home." And she sent it to our common group, which I got notified on my phone with a ping.

How was she even?!

"How are you so calm, Sara?! How can you take this so lightly?! It's abnormal, even for you." I was honestly losing my mind, certain that this was just another figment of my imagination. And Sara, though, was sitting there, casually scrolling through her phone.

"I'm not calm! Well, I'm not as traumatized as you two are, but I've still got adrenaline rushing through me, after seeing them this close. That was a first for me."

"This close? Exactly how close and how many times have you encountered a BTS crossing, Sara?"

She only ever mentioned to us about the jeep incident. But there were more?!

"Oh, couple of times. Mostly airport. Once I saw Namjoon at a cafe. Yoongi at a Levis. I've never seen Jin up close though! Which is good and bad. Good for my health, bad for my heart."

She sat there pouting into space. Pouting! Despite having met BTS so many times, after having moved here!

"You're pouting?! After all the times you've witnessed them for your own?!"

"I only got to see them. You got them to see you! Which is why you've gone haywire."

At the mention of that, my heart took off again. I might end up in a panic attack from all the hyperventilating I've been doing. But Steph just sat there, looking back and forth between us, her mind obviously still at the airport.

It was even more scarier than my condition. Atleast I was expressing my frustration in someway. Stephanie just stared.

Sara pinned us both with a firm look, and suddenly got up from her seat.

"Okay. You're coming with me. Get up. Come on, up!"

What I might have mentioned earlier about Sara being scarily impatient, strike that. She is even more terrifying when she's determined to get something done. She had that look on now, so we didn't dare disobey her, and promptly got up from our seats. Steph cuddled Mochi's kitty carrier to her, while Sara grabbed her luggage. I was left to fend for my enormous suitcase on my own. Meanies.

We followed her to the airport parking lot. She walked over to a silver Volkswagen, unlocked the trunk and dumped Steph's bags, motioning for me to do the same.

Once the bags were in, we got into the car. Steph went shotgun and I got in the back, with Sara behind the steering. The both of us were still looking at Sara, as if waiting for a signal.

"Well, go on." She stopped tapping on the steering wheel to give us an incredulous look.

"Huh?"

"Let it all out. The excitement, the shock, the adrenaline. Set it on fire. Or else you're gonna be mindless zombies for the rest of your stay here, and I don't want to put up with that."

Steph twisted in her seat to look at me, clueless as to what to do with that advice.

Sara huffed and pulled out her phone, scrolling through it until she found what she wanted.

"Use this for inspiration."

She turned the screen towards us. It was the chat box of our gang, where Sara had posted the pic of Steph and I, from the cafe.

We looked.....stupified.

Below that she had added a caption that read :

Victims of PTSD-upon witnessing their biases at Incheon International Airport, Seoul, South Korea.

Almost everyone had replied instantly.

Hannah : WHAT THE FRACK?! BIAS?! TAEHYUNG?! REALLY?! GRACE, ANSWER ME!

Sara : She's still brain dead, but there are small signs of activity. She'll get back to you soon.

Mika : NO! No!!!!! Steph can't see Kookie before me! I can't accept this. But tell me, please give me more information.

Sara : oh sorry for that misinformation. Grace saw her bias, Steph saw her second main bias.

Mika : *sigh of relief* But Jimin?!!!!

Michelle : CHIM CHIM?! OMFG!!! OMG!!

Sara : Btw, Rach, a certain meow meow made an appearance with his rings as well.

Rachel : typing....... never mind. Dying.

I couldn't help but giggle at their exaggerated responses. Steph guffawed at Mika's text.

"You should have let her believe it was Jungkook I saw, Sara."

"You can tell her yourself, you little devil, when you finally meet him one day."

When.

It then dawned upon us that we were now going to live in the same city as the world's biggest boy band. Our ultimate biases, few of whom we'd already come across, and will have plenty of favourable odds of coming across them in the future as well.

Steph turned to me, eyes shining, lips trembling from the excitement that was being contained.

"Just scream already, you two fools."

And screaming we did. I really hoped Sara's car had been installed with soundproof windows, because it was a cacophony we unleashed within its cabin.

After we were done, after tears were wiped and all the adrenaline was drained, Sara drove us to her apartment. Our stuff had just been delivered, and despite the place being in pristine condition, Sara suggested that we get unpacking and move in officially tomorrow. We were too tired to think of another option, other than to cram ourselves in her personal space.

The drive took a while, since she lived in the residential area of the city. The apartment we'd bought was close to where Sara stayed, making it convenient for all of us.

It was a beautiful scenery change as we neared that portion. Busy traffic on winding highways and cloud-kissing skyscrapers faded into several side roads, that held just a car or a few bikes, casually going on their way; the buildings transformed into cozy little houses, decorated with creepers and climbers and several other pretty flora. The sight was so pleasing to the eye, that I felt myself tearing up a bit.

There is, and always will be, a stark difference, between dreaming about something and actually living that dream. Multitudes of difference, in all of which, no matter the argument, reality is the more wondrous of the two. Because it's your dream come to life, in your hands, as something you can hold and cherish and never be afraid of waking up from or forgetting, once you do.

I was living my dream at the moment. We were, Steph and I. And it felt just right.

"This is just too beautiful to be real." Steph's voice sounded a little rough too. Could be from the screaming. Could be not.

"It is. It's a dream come true. Our career, Seoul, meeting BTS. It's all coming true."

Sara hummed in agreement.

"But I'll have to warn you girls," her voice turned a little serious.

I leaned off the car door, and came to sit in the middle, placing my head in the crook of Steph's head-rest, to look at Sara.

"-to not let your ordinarily extraordinary high hopes over rule you while you're here. The boys do frequent this part of the city, because it's the residential part. And they are also ambassadors of certain universities, including yours, Steph. But let's just keep the imagination to a standard level, alright?"

Leave it to Sara to dish out the harsh truth.

But then, we've never let Reality dampen our hopes before, and look where it got us. So why start now?

Steph shrugged in reply and I nodded, and then we turned to each other, matching smirks on both our faces.

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Okay yes a very short filler chapter, but had to be done. I really wanted this to be a solo chapter here, and not just a gist in one of the main ones because :

1. I wanted to imagine how it would feel to actually witness BTS in person. It was nerve wracking even via imagination, and this is exactly how I think I would have reacted. Losing my shit like a pro.

2. In most books I've read, there practically is NO fangirling. At all. Nobody takes it that smoothly, dude. Even Sara.

Oh! And the image, the exact one paired with those Gucci frames he loves so.

So enjoy! The next chapter *might* be exciting. VOTE. COMMENT. STAY!