Bitch. You died.

Finally experiencing the concert of a life time, you were thanking your mother on the phone in panting breaths as you got out, rushing with the other fans out of the large arena.

It had been the first concert for your broke ass. Now, you were broker than before (as you can see, I'm lazy and writing this chapter like I don't give two fucks 😂).

Everyone was calm. Talking, squealing and trying to cope with the masterpiece they had just witnessed. From the hit songs, to the underrated ones, Bangtan, BTS, had played every song imaginable that made chick's panties soak. Including yours.

Now. It was time for you to head home. So, you breathed in and out. Wishing, praying, and hoping for food to come along your walk out of the arena. You wanted anything to possibly satisfy your inner demon that called at you as a hungry stomach.

Instead, you walked alongside your best friend Jonah, seeing him fanboy and express the same amount of emotions that pooled throughout the concert. It was nice seeing him so happy and in peace with everything. This had been a dream come true for him, heck, it had been your dream as well.

You wished to see these majestic boys since you were barely a fan years back. From nothing, to overtaking the entire world, they grew on you and everyone else who had ears. BTS rocked the stage with you in the audience and you couldn't be any prouder as a fan.

"Ahh, and Jungkook! Those eyes of his are striking I swear!" He screeched, shaking your arm as he pinched some of your skin.

You didn't flinch, letting Jonah have his moment. Instead, you sighed and looked forward, so incredibly tired and wanting rest for your throats that had been screaming earlier.

You wanted food.
You wanted home and shelter.
You wanted sleep.
As you can tell, you were a simple person. Sleep, food, and a place to do both those things were all you needed.

"They're incredible dancers! Aren't they?" Jonah screeched again. This time you did flinch before he could claw at your arm again.

Smiling tightly, he seemed to notice you exhausted and snorted in laughter. "Gah, girl the concert just ended. Wake up a little."

"I'm on my period. I need sleep." You mumbled back in response, chuckling when the boy beside you pouted a little.

Both of you made it to the street side-walk of the city. Walking to the subway underground was harsh as bodies of ARMY's were still heavy on the streets, trying to head home. It was packed, busy, and you were surprised your feet were even making progress from where you were at next to your friend.

"Ah, no wonder your moods been jumping around."

You smiled tightly again and the boy rolled his eyes.

"If you cheer up and hype with me I'll buy you a sandwich..." he persuaded, grinning when your head snapped over so quick.

"Go on." You urged, evilly smiling as he scoffed at you suddenly excited again. Your insides and the blood between your legs was starting to have you hormonal.

"Yeah, yeah," he waved you off, pointing to certain directions across the street. He wanted you to pick a place as you walked and followed the crowd rushing before you. "Quickie it. Choose."

Your eyes brightened, hearing your stomach rumble further. Moving the strand of hair that stuck to your cheek from sweat, there was a calling for you to pay attention to the street signs. Food needed to be in your system as of right now.

"Would you buy me fries with my sandwich?" You asked sweetly.

Jonah nodded and your evil laugh was back to win millions. He chuckled, holding your hand when you rushed over to cross the street. He almost tripped as you did. However, the mission didn't take its course as you were thrown back in the crowd after shouts.

It looked like an apocalypse. Women, men, children, and parents were screaming off their heads as a bus known to carry BTS started to turn a corner and head in the crowd's direction.

Being thrown around, you held onto Jonah's hand tight. Fearing to let go and get shifted off your feet with the crowd that ran and tried to chase the bus before it even got to you, you drove your nails in his skin.

"Don't let go, don't let-"

He let go. Jonah was thrown to the side. His bottom hitting a stoned ledge as he gracefully almost sat, gasping in an air of shock.

"I won't let go Rose," he yelled back, laughing hysterically when you glared and panicked as fans screeched in your air and took you away like how you feared.

Forcing yourself to run with them so you didn't fall on your face, you felt constant nudges as everyone tried to get in the action of the chase. Looking back at your shoulder and seeing Jonah catching up with the crowd, you knew he saw you the minute he laughed again and wiggles his eyes brows.

Rolling your eyes, you heard a girl next to you yell loud and whimper in tears. Staring at her crying and running, you were in awe. A lot of the crowd around you was crying; wanting to spot the boys through a window of their tour bus one last time.

Hiccuping when you were shoved, the bus was close. Fans ran onto the streets and the bus slowed.

Panic raged the traffic and the streets as fans slapped and yelled for attention along the sides of the bus. Clawing and trying to almost climb the buses, you felt none of it. Looking past your shoulder, it was hard to see anything but crying faces mixed with excited ones.

You couldn't breathe. You were being squeezed shut in between fans that wished to crawl on the side like Spider-Man against a building. Nothing about this was comforting and you tried to teach yourself how to exhale.

The bus moved slow. You moved with it and the fans; no longer in control of your own body and what it did. The crowd around you was in control of that.

Honks. The tour bus honked. The little bit of cars that poorly followed honked. But no use. It looked like the wall climbing from World War Z.

"Okay, I really-" nothing. So you tried again. "Please, let me-" you grunted when an elbow flicked back onto your face. "BITCH!" You screamed, trying to nudge away from people. "Guys pressing against me like this will make me release my shit from my rect-" you gasped for air, being thrown towards the side of the bus.

You felt it, trying to pull yourself up. You didn't slap it like the others however. In your mind, all that you worried for was trying to find balance in your legs that failed to keep up with the others.

Being pushed back to the rear end of the bus, you grinned softly at the fact that you were close to freedom, air, and food Jonah would buy you. But no. Everything about anything was stripped away as you were shoved one last time.

Mouth banging on the side of the bus hard, your body flung, got scraped, cut and beat before slipping right underneath it with the help of oblivious fans that didn't care to help you back up.

Groaning, your tried to catch air as you hit the ground as everything had happened so fast. Coughing in air, your lungs screamed, wanting to stand up instantly without knowing where you were.

There were screams.
Different screams.
Not for the boys. Not for the boys at all.

Brows knitting, the fast-paces reality hit you harder as you looked around. Confused, you moaned in pain the minute your head hit the gears underneath the large bus you were stuck under. Eyes widening as you moved your hand over to your head, you swore under your breath when looking over at what was coming straight for you.

The large back tire of the bus.

"Holy sh-"

You were cut off as you gasped in your last breath of air and felt life escape you. You had never felt something so painful, so quick, and so stupidly idiotic so fast.

The tire crushed what felt like almost all the bones in your body.

-

The bus wiggled.

The boys looked over at each other, trying to make out the chaos that was outside without making any of the fans see what was going on with their lurking eyes.

Jimin stared away from the men of his group. Swallowing, uneasy and worried for all the fans around. He couldn't tell which screams were from excitement, and which were from something else. Everything sounded the same.

"Wha-" Namjoon spoke, concerned as well. "What was that?"

Jimin chuckled nervous, waving it off as he moved comfortably in his seat and tried to focus on the hentai he was secretly watching with earbuds in.

"It was probably a big speed bump."

The bus eventually took its course and sped the minute they were cleared enough. Screams were heard in the distance as they fled the scene.

-

Screams, crying, and fans panicking for different reasons now.

There you were. A pancake flattened by a large tile, bleeding from every inch on your face that looked horrified. Eyes open, mouth ajar as if you were about to scream, the world went mental around you.

...and Bangtan...well, they were oblivious as they continued to ride in a bus that held pieces of your body glued onto the back tire.