(c) 2019 lilkeici

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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What I said last time, the part that I'm not continuing my collection of BTS One-shots, is a hoax. I break promises. This time, this is my last piece of work I'll contribute to this fandom- for real.

After this, I won't make any more.

Hope you enjoy. 💜

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Today is the day. The very big day, the day that Delle will never forget. She's sitting at the very back of all the seats, waving her ARMY bomb, cheering for the boys.

She is so happy to have witnessed this beautiful moment in life- an ocean of ARMY Bombs. It felt as though it wasn't enough. BTS were still far from her sight and touch. She frowned.

But then a light shined at her. Her fellow fans of the boy group ushered her to the main stage. She hears this familiar voice singing her favorite song.

'Girl, I've been searching so long in this world...'

Oh what a beautiful accent this guy has. And so is his face. Delle realizes Park Jimin's physical features. It's all so good to be true. She closes her eyes.

"Why are you suddenly closing your eyes?" he asked.

"I want this moment to last forever." she said. Delle felt him hold her by the shoulders... Then her face.

"Open your eyes and seize this moment."

She did as he told. When she opened her eyes, she was back in her room. Delle fell asleep. And, as soon as she woke up, her life was back to normal.

"It was just a dream." She stared at the ceiling. She laid sideways and let her tears stream down her face. She is hopeless. She'll never see them.

Today was supposed to be that day. The day that Delle supposed to never forget. The Wings Tour. But on those days, she didn't get to earn because it's summer vacation that time. And she had to take care of her sister.

"Hey." She raised her head to see a woman shanding at the door of her room, long haired, wearing a floral dress and a pair of shades. She finally rised up from her bed and approached the older lady.

"Would you like to come with me?" she asked.

"Who are you?" Delle asked back. She was surprised to see two upper-box tickets for The Wings Tour that the lady showed her.

"What are you waiting for? Get up and dress! We're gonna be late." the lady persuaded her.

She did as she told. She got inside the SUV, the lady was riding on. Delle has never been this happy. She hugged the yellow puppy plush so tight, to so much of her excitement.

"Don't get too excited dear." the lady handed her an ARMY bomb. "You can keep it. It's all yours."

Delle giggled. "Thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet." the lady looked at the window. "We're here!" she chanted and Delle got pulled by her.

They got inside the venue. Delle was immediately awed by the number of fans screaming and doing fanchants for the boys. After the concert, Delle is so satisfied. She feels like she wants more.

"Thank you!" she cried, hugged her tight just as much as her closed, teary eyes. "Thank you so much! I wish you were my sister. If you would tell me your name..."

"Don't be so amazed of what you feel right now." she said to her. But she opens her eyes to see that the lady was already gone. The last thing she heard was:

"Wake up."

Boom. She's back. To reality that is. She's back in her room again. Everything is back to the way it used to be... She hasn't seen BTS yet. She has never seen them... But wait! She remembered.

She's gonna see them. Today. Today is the day.

She's currently in Korea right now. This is where the final leg of the Love Yourself World Tour will take place. She has to go to the Olympic Stadium before the said time. She makes sure that she still has her ticket, and the scrapbook she'll give them.

Delle reviewed the scrapbook.

The first few pictures were Park Jimin, her ultimate bias, in his early days with the caption: "It started with him."

She flipped the page and saw group pictures of the boy group. With another caption on it that said, "It continued with them."

Her hand is shaking as she turned to the next page, she knows this is the saddest part of the scrapbook she made.

This page contained her most favorite picture of her ultimate bias. She began to cry, Delle knows what it all means that no one else, not even MC, did.

"But it ended with him."

"Miss Delle!" a familiar voice shouted.

Then she wiped her tears away. "MC?"

"Aren't we going?" MC asked through the front door.

Before she could answer, she composed herself. "Yes, let's go now."

"What are you crying about?" MC asked. Uh oh. The girl seemed to have noticed the older girl's grief.

"I'm nervous."

"You don't have to be nervous. It's just your boys' concert today." MC then grabbed her hand. "Let's go?"

She nodded.

As soon as she gets dressed, Delle got in the car with her gal pal. She is waving the two ARMY Bombs, she's so excited for the day. She made sure she has her ticket, along the scrapbook.

They made it to the venue. As soon as she opens the door, the view changed.

Delle is already in front of him.

She cried. She doesn't even know why. She doesn't undertand what's going on. She just saw the boyfriend's dismayed face.

Jimin asked, "Why?"

I don't know. She wanted to answer, but what came out of her mouth was...

"Let's end this."

Her brain didn't process that, did it? It just automatically let those kind of words out of her mouth.

"No, stop." she's also moving on her own, she swiped the boy's hand away. "I've had enough."

I'm in control. Why couldn't I move? I'm supposed to move this body. Do I have an autopilot?

Delle already thought she's a robot.

She walked past the boy and found her way to the edge of a cliff when she slipped. She found herself caught in his arms.

"Don't do this to us!" Jimin yelled. "Don't betray us, even your fellow ARMY."

"I have to let you guys go." she cried on her own without knowing it. She doesn't have the guts to cover her ears right now of what's she's into, this is too heavy.

"If you guys love the ARMY so much," she sobbed. "You need to let go."

"Delle..."

She shook her wrist to loosen his grip.

"Goodbye, BTS."

The boy loosened his grip and let her fall. He tried his hands to catch her back but it was already too late. Delle fell on the rocks....

She screamed. She felt the sharp, pointy edge of the rock hitting her from behind. She opens her eyes to a white ceiling facing her. And some tubes connected on her nose.

"Ate!" her youngest sister, Mona, called her.

"Another dream." she sighed of relief.

"I'm glad you're awake, Ate."

The sister hugged her. Delle hasn't had a hug in over two years in quarantine. She feels relaxed.

"I'll go tell MC that you're awake."

"Wait."

Mona stopped moving.

"The BTS concert. Is it today?"

"What are you talking about?" Mona looked weirded out.

"The Wings Tour... I need to see-"

"Oh, hey Miss Delle!" MC greeted but she didn't mind.

"MC! The Wings Tour is today, right? Please tell me." Delle shook the girl.

MC held the lady by her shoulders. "Stop, how long have you been in your books' world?"

"No.. You don't understand. They're real. BTS is real! I -"

Mona covered her mouth.

"Do you want them to put you back there?" Mona threatened. Her eyes widened.

Does that mean...

It can't be!

She bursted into tears.

"She's one hopeless case." MC said to her sister.

Just one day later, she's discharged from the hospital. Her whole life is back to normal. Her room is just filled with posters of her favorite K-pop groups and Anime series. There's no BTS on it, not even on the Internet. The only information she can find about BTS is through her novel, and interactions from her readers on the internet.

She forgot that the boy group was a product of her imagination. All her fantasies and dreams were but illusions and hallucinations made by her.

Why did I make them too real to be fictional?

She opened her laptop to write a new story. This time she's not gonna make them sound real. She has learned to keep characters and worlds in the fictional box.

This will be the last of her series.

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Epilogue

It's the Readers and Writers Festival. Each and every one of her 'ARMY' had come all over her country to witness the launch of her new book titled "Bring The Soul". She's never felt so happy before that she sees her fans grab their copies of the book with smiling faces (and their money wasted).

"Congratulations on your new novel, Delle!" said the interviewer. "Please tell us how did this launch turned out for you so far?" he asked.

"Hello everybody, and thank you for the question." she started with a few notes. "So far, I feel so overwhelmed. Last launch, I didn't have this many readers of my works before, now here I am..."

"The first instalment of this Idol series turned quite very well last time. Now on the second book, what can your readers expect from it?"

She answered, "Since the first book, 'Burn The Stage', felt too real for me, I had to tone it down for this one."

This is the part where everybody asks more questions about it. One asked, "If BTS comes out of someone's copy of your book, and comes to life. How would you react?"

She cleared her throat. "Nice question. You see, as a best selling writer creating these seven talented and marvelous boys, for me, I would definitely freak out. I would even shove them back in the novel because theyre too real." she screamed like a fan girl. "No seriously, I can't get them out into the real world because the readers will freak out like me as well. So I might as well keep them in my fictional world... Or I might even like it." Everyone chattered about her response.

It's minutes since the book signing began. The girl who asked that question approached her.

"Hello, Miss Delle." said the girl with the red hair. "I've been a fan of your work. It made me fall in love with the boys you made."

"Thank you." she opened the book and saw the front page with a pink note sticking to it like a bookmark. It contained her name.

'Ani'

She opened her pen to write a message on the second page.

FIN