(Please to the RR, don't comments something that would spoil this story. I will delete that comments. It ruins the story and hard work of the Authors and the curiosity of readers. [Talking with experience] I really hate people who do that. Thank you)

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3| she's a piece of art that belongs to the museum.

Hana exhaled a long breath, smoothing out her dress in case it had any creases. A soft smile touched her nude matte-coated lips. Finally, she was here in her favorite café, with a lot of good books and amazing Bts pics and merch.

Her lean fingers wrapped around the metallic rusty golden handle to push the old wooden oak door.

As soon as the creaking door opened, the bell rang alerting the staff and customers who were immersed in their conversations and work. The scent of freshly baked bread and coffee hits her nostrils, churning her stomach with embarrassing sounds. She didn't have breakfast and it's all thanks to her bestie.

Her hazel orbs roamed around the cafeteria to find the elegant lady which had made her curious as hell. Hana's gaze fell on the chubby hand waving in the air. She quickly made her way toward the table her best friend was sitting on.

In hurry, she bumps into someone. Hana hastily lets out a sorry, bowing, and runs toward her best friend, not paying attention to the man she bumped into.

Jennie whistles, checking out her best friend's outfit. "Where you got this girl? Hana chuckles at her best friend's compliment, taking her seat. "I have got good taste. You know that."

Jennie nods, still admiring the white knitted oversized sweater paired with brown pants. The round glasses on her nose and the little brown strap bag. "Your outfit is matching the cafè aesthetic." She nods, gazing outside of the window. The dull greyish weather, accompanied by a lot of sad clouds was ethereal and no one can deny that.

She sighed, a sad pout molding her lips. "When will I be a part of the purple ocean? When will I meet bts? Ah! What am I thinking? I was born unlucky!" She whines internally.

"It looks like it's going to rain soon."

"Yeah, it's getting cold. I should haven't worn a skirt and crop top. That was a bad choice." Jennie said, rubbing her palms on her arms, trying to get some warmth. "Your order?" A deep voice interrupts them, getting their attention.

Hana squints her eyes, that voice feeling familiar. She lifted her head to find the boy taking their orders. The boy she bumped into. "I will take a cappuccino." Jennie sings, her eyes making the heart signs. He twisted his neck towards Hana who was lost somewhere.

"Hana! Your order?" Jennie shook her, trying to get her senses back in the real world. "Huh? Oh! A sandwich and black americano." The boy nods and a deep frown settles between his brows. Before he could go back, Jennie stopped him.

"What's your name? And your freckles are so cute!" She squeals, looking as cute as a baby. Hana pursed her lips, feeling embarrassed by her friend who lost her control in a few seconds.

"Felix, Lee Felix." He answers and takes his leave. "He's so cute!" Hana smiles tight-lipped, nodding. "So, what you wanted to tell?" She inquires, leaning on the oak table. A big smile tugs Jennie's face as she recalls why they were there.

"Okay, so you will not faint! You will not get a heart attack." Jennie warns her before rolling the words out of her tongue that could give her a heart attack.

She scoffs, shaking her head. "Nothing can give me heart attack....except bts." Jennie squeals, clapping like a seal. "Then you're going to die!" Hana squints her eyes at Jennie. "You're going to be happy? Jennie! I thought we were best friends. You were my childhood friend—"

"-Shut up! Even a monkey can do better acting than you." Jennie voiced out, disgust lacing her voice as she look at her bestie being over dramatic. "And that monkey is you!" Hana smirks, wiggling her eyebrows evilly.

Jennie gasps feeling offended by Hana. Although monkeys are cute still she was a human—a human who belonged to the museum, a piece of art. How dare she say that? "Hah! Now, I'm not gonna tell you what it was." She teases, showing her tongue.

Hana's eyes widen at the blackmailing of Jennie. "How can you say that? No! I'm sorry! I take that back! You're so beautiful! Beautiful as me—" Jennie glares at her. "beautiful as Irene. You're so beautiful that my eyes start to bleed looking at you."

Jennie's plump lips scrunched up in confusion. "Are you praising me or roasting me?"

"Of course, I'm praising you! Look when you come you shine so much that I get blind and the tears are of blood 'cause I just got blind."

Jennie blinks her eyes. "You're making no sense." She smiles at her. "My second name is nonsense." Jennie chuckles remembering the days of their high school when kids used to call her nonsense because she never makes sense.

"You're grown up," Jennie whispers feeling tears in her eyes by looking at her bestie who has grown up so much. "Hm?" She hums, not getting her words. Jennie shakes her head, softly smiling at her.

"Okay, so the news is....." Hana nods her head urging her to speak. "I...." She leans closer whispering you? "Got...." A huge smile takes over Jennie's lips, her heart beating faster as well as Hana's."BTS CONCERT TICKETS!!!" She shouts, gaining the attention of the people.

Hana gasps as she stands up in shock, knocking down the table. Jennie gasps, her hands easing to her mouth when the table fell, her eyes widening. Hana stood there in disbelief not caring about the table. She was shocked—so shocked that she almost got a heart attack.

"Hana, what the freaking hell you did!!" Jennie squeals, panicking. She quickly took the table back to its place with difficulty. Hana was still standing, her mouth hanging in the air, a stripe of drool almost showing in the corner of her mouth.

Jennie slaps her hand on her forehead, feeling done with that girl. She was about to shake her would back into her when her phone started ringing, playing her favorite song Bapsae.

She quickly picked up the phone and tsks in annoyance when her secretary informed her that she had to come back quickly for some matters.

Jennie looks at Hana, pursing her lips. "Hana, I have to go. We will meet someday later." She informs, picking her things up in hurry. Hana doesn't reply, still standing there like a statue she has become. People weirdly stare at her, whispering, and gossiping.

Felix came back to find her standing there. His lips curled up in disgust. "It's here!" He said and went away from there. The smell of the sandwich went into her senses, sucking her soul back into the world.

"Hmm, it looks so delicious!" She chirps, sitting back. She picks up the sandwich and takes a bite of it. The soft melody plays in the background. She bops her head along with the song, tapping her foot along with the beat. This was perfect, her life was perfect.

You will think how suddenly I just forgot about the concert and concentrated on food? Because bitch food is first priority in my life. If no food—no life—no bts. Have to take care of myself to look beautiful and stay healthy to watch bts. If I'm not healthy, I will become sick and if I become sick, I will die so WHERE THE HELL I WILL WATCH BTS?! Of course, Satan wouldn't show me that so...take care of yourself bitches, or else you're gonna die. Thank me later.

(Stand by technical problems)

Suddenly, loud cheers and screams could be heard. She opens her eyes, cussing at the girls who were screaming their lungs out. Hana turns her head back to witness a huge crowd in the corner of the shop. Getting curious, she walks towards the crowd and hears a name—a name that is her favorite.

"PARK JIMIN!!" Her eyes widen and she takes long strides in that direction. Hana wasn't functioning well. This was feeling surreal. Her legs were working on their own. She had no control of her body.

Hana reaches the crowd and pushes the girls out of her way. She almost reaches Jimin when she decides to back off and not invade his privacy. She was going back when someone grabbed her wrist and started taking her with them.

Her eyes widen when the screaming girls started running behind her, chasing her. "What's happening?" She thinks, her chest tossing up and down. The hand was as soft as a pillow and as small as a kid's hand. Suddenly, it hits her. She turns her head at the front, her gaze falling on their hands. "No.....way!"

Hehe, who is it?

Once again

(Please to the RR, don't comments something that would spoil this story. I will delete that comments. It ruins the story and hard work of the Authors and the curiosity of readers. [Talking with experience] I really hate people who do that. Thank you)