Is it surprising? Wait, let me go back a few minutes.

                      Is it surprising that Namjoon some how ended up breaking a hole in the stage? I sat up when I started to hear small cracking before watching Namjoon get his foot stuck in a hole he made.

                      "(Y/n)! Could you help? You have the smallest hands," J-hope was trying not to laugh as the others stared at Rap Monster with exasperation. 

                        I held in my giggle as I dropped the ice pack and ran out on the stage, getting on my hands and knees as I looked at his foot. "How?"

                         "Huh?" He sounded confused.

                           "How do you break a stage?" I failed at holding in my laughter as I stuck my hands in the hole and helped him get his foot out. He gave an awkward chuckle. "Thanks, (Y/n)."

                           I remembered the crowd that was watching, and knew Yoongi was staring at me. Giving him a quick look that I doubt he caught, I walked back to my little area on the sidelines backstage and put the ice-pack back on my neck.

                            Looking at my phone clock, I got back up. The concert was almost over, meaning it was almost time for the fan greet.

                           I stepped as quickly and quietly I could as I scurried towards the empty room. 

                           "(Y/n)!?" I heard a familiar voice when I entered the room. Just a moment... can I just? How did the room get so... nice looking? Who was working on it? Turning my head to the voice, I was greeting with pale blue eyes, red hair, and a girly outfit that hugged the person's skin.

                            "Miihe?" I looked the girl up and down.

                          She ran up and hugged me tightly, getting me tangled in the black streamers that she was probably putting back in the box. 

                          "Sorry," she giggled, helping me get out of the tangles. 

                          "Miihe, why are you here?" I smiled at the energetic red head. 

                          "Well, I offered to help the lady that was just here. She said she had to organize her makeup then talk with this one guy after he got done with the concert," Miihe rambled. "Hey, why do you have an ice-pack? And what who's that calling you? Their contact photo had you in it!"

                          I jumped and looked at my phone. It was Yoongi. The contact picture was him and I. He had a dorky gummy smile while I was giving the camera a peace sign.

                           "Yeoboseyo?" I answered the phone, instantly hearing the screams of fans.

                           "Uhh.. mian, but I was dared to call you and plug it into the stage's speakers before the concert fully ended," Yoongi said apologetically.

                             "Then let me put you on speaker," I giggled, setting the phone on the table and went off to get the water bottles.

                             "Why would you need to put me on-" 

                              "Oh my gosh! Hiii!!! Are you (Y/n)'s boyfriend? And what is that commotion?" Miihe hopped over to the phone, buzzing with excitement.

                               The line went quiet for a small moment, then I could hear the others laughing.

                              "Uhhh... aniyoooo," I heard Suga as he gave a nervous chuckle.

                               "You didn't answer my second question~" Miihe sung. "And what does ayyo mean?" She mispronounced 'aniyo'.

                                "Aniyo means no," I ruffled her short hair.

                                "I'm on stage," Yoongi's voice was louder. "And I have to use a mic. The fans are getting loud."

                                 Smirking, I came up with an evil plan. Quietly grabbing my phone and Miihe's hand, I walked us down the hall. Security guards tried to stop us, but considering I was Jin's sister, I got by. 

                                  "Yeoboseyo???" I heard Suga, and turned my phone's volume down.

                                    "Ne?" I tried not to giggle, so was Miihe, who was practically purple. 

                                   "You're echoing," he sighed. "Are we losing connection? Where are you?"

                                     "You sound sad about it," I bit my lip as I almost giggled.

                                     "Why can I hear screams? (Y/n), where are you?" He suddenly sounded frantic.

                                    I gave Miihe the phone and got ready for my 'grand entrance'.

                                     "(Y/n) is busy," Miihe was trying so hard to keep in her laughs.

                                     "Where is she?" Yoongi whined, and I looked towards the guys, winking at Jungkook who caught my eye. He started laughing, making Yoongi mad. "This isn't a laughing matter! (Y/n) could be-"

                                     I grabbed the phone, walking on stage, trying to give a cute smile. "On stage?" Oh yeah, it really echoed. Yoongi practically chucked his phone as he rushed towards me, wrapping me in his arms. "Don't do that again, pabo," he murmured against my shoulder. You could hear his voice from his phone that was connected to the speakers still.

                                      The crowd screamed, and I could hear Miihe 'awe'. 

                                   "Mian," I giggled, and he broke away, gently grabbing my shoulders, and looked me. His eye was twitching, showing how furious he was. "You shouldn't laugh. I thought you had gotten hurt!"

                                  "Should I hang up the call?" I gave him a smile.

                                   "Nah~" He smirked, kissing me, yet hung up the phone himself. I widened my eyes and could hear my heart pound. When he broke away, I punched him in the chest. "We're on sta- mmph," I kept pounding on his chest as he gave me another kiss. "I don't care."

                                  "Pabo," I frowned at him with disapproval. 

                                  "You love me~" he pat my head. 

                                   "Aniyo~" I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm going to finish the room. Come on, Miihe," I grabbed the girls wrist gently and dragged her away from the stage. 

                                    "Who was the guy on the 'guy who kissed you's' left?" Miihe giggled and I turned pale. "Uhm... that was my brother, and the guy who kissed me was Suga, or Yoongi, which ever you prefer."

                                    "Well your brother is cute~" she blushed, grabbing the leftover boxes and took them to the closet.

                                     "He's twenty-five," I gave her an awkward laugh.

                                     "That's not that old. How old is Yoongi?" Miihe tilt her head.

                                     "He's twenty-four," I blushed as I put water bottles on the guys' spots. 

                                      "And you turned twenty-three a little while ago," she remembered, tapping her chin with her pointer finger. 

                                       Nodding, I set up my own chair, then Miihe's close to Jin's. Secretly writing a note, I smirked at my matchmaking skills. I put it on his spot and then got comfortable in my seat. Miihe took her seat, reading the names on the back on the guys' chairs.

                                       "Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung?" She furrowed her eyebrows. "Which one is your brother?" 

                                        "The the guy your right," I smiled at her, noticing that Jin was already in his chair and reading the note. He looked back at me and I subtly pointed at Miihe, who was looking everywhere, except Jin. His mouth made an 'o' shape and he smirked, instantly turning back to her and starting a conversation.

                                        "Who's she?" the others had noticed my adorable friend, who was happily talking with my brother.

                                         "Miihe," I crossed my arms tiredly, and was already closing my eyes. 

                                       "Ya! Don't fall asleep, or you're going to make me tired,"Yoongi complained as I laid my head on his chest. A few minutes later, we were both asleep, which everyone was laughing and taking pictures of us.

                                         "(S/N)!!!" Was the final thing I heard before I fell into a deep sleep.

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Dictionary:

Aniyo - No (Formal)

Ne - Yes (Formal)

Mian - Sorry

Pabo - Silly goose (friendly)/ Idiot (unfriendly)

Yeoboseyo - Hello (on phone)

(S/n) - Ship Name