"I said yes to a concert, not a contract!"
Sypnosis: When your friend forces you to go to a concert with her, ending up in a secret contract that can’t be told to anyone.
Starring: Idol! Hirota Riki x fem!reader
Content: slight cursing? Not prof read, don’t expect anything from pt.1 really
A/N: hello! I am finally back to writing, and now working on this story as my first mini project! Praying this goes well and that my motivation doesn’t disappear like before :D anyways, enjoy!! WC: 3.1k
“pleeaaaaasseeeeeeeeeeeeeee” your best friend continued to beg. This was the millionth time that week where she wouldn’t stop asking you to go to a concert with her. Specifically, a “K-pop” concert.
You’ve told her “no” a hand full of times because you really don’t think you’ll enjoy the music like she does. You’re not one to judge other people for listening to K-pop, but you’ve never really gotten interested in the music yourself. The genres you typically enjoyed were R&B, Rap, and alternative music.
“how many times are you going to bother me with this?” You groaned sick of her pleading as you continued to fold the pile of laundry in front of you.
“as many times as it takes for you to give in, duh”
you stayed silent, not looking in her direction. You weren't ignoring her, you were lost in your own thoughts. You felt bad for not saying ‘yes’, but you still didn't want to continue saying ‘no’ since it was your best friend. If you've dragged her to some of your concerts that you knew she wouldn't enjoy as much as you did, then why wouldn’t you let her drag you to hers? It seemed unfair.
Yeah, she did tag along just for the experience, but sometimes it was because you knew she’d listen to those artists as well. It was never a rando she had no clue about.
And then here she is, begging you to attend a concert about K-pop that wasn't even actually ‘K-pop’. --Her words, not yours.
“I bought the tickets already, if that's what you're worried about” she continued, guessing your silence of what you were thinking about.
Your eyes moved away from the shirt you were folding, finally landing on the figure standing across from you “It wasn't but.. whatever I’ll go”
you hope you won't regret the words that came out of your mouth just now.
A smile slowly formed on your friend's face, and a loud squeal followed. “EEEEEEEK!!” she jumped all happy, full of excitement into your arms. The action made you tumble on your feet, almost causing you to fall. “Hey-!”
“I can’t WAIT! we have to look for outfits, get our nails done, our hair—OMG and what make up we’ll do” she rambled on, still hugging you tightly. Now you were second guessing yourself.
Do you really want to go? Of course not. Were you going to force yourself to go to make her happy? Yes. Did you regret it either way? Also, yes.
Before you started to lose your mind, a tap on your shoulder brought you back to reality.
“uhh you good?” your friend questioned. Nodding your head at her, she took your word for it and continued to talk about what you both need in order to prepare.
“You need to know some songs before we go! I’ll introduce you to some of them”
“In 2 weeks but I’m sure that's enough time for us to prepare- especially you”
“TWO WEEKS?” you didn’t even know what the set list will look like, let alone what each member's name was. Shit! You should’ve said yes sooner.
You wanted to have at least some info on who and what this group was about but- two weeks?
You definitely had homework to do.
The two weeks had suddenly gone by quickly. The second you were panicking about what songs to learn; you were now heading your way to the arena.
Over the course of those two weeks, you had difficulty settling on an outfit. You didn’t know if the dress code would be cutesy and pink like how’d you imagine K-pop all these years, or scandalous like how your friend’s outfit was.
Spoiler alert! You ended up dressing like your friend.
You went shopping in person, trying to find what best matched the theme of what your friend already had. Sexy, but also cool and authentic. At first you wanted to buy your things online but, to your limited time and how long things take to ship, you knew there was no chance.
People typically go all out for concerts, and you definitely didn’t want to disappoint. So you tried your best to find the stores you knew, had the best pieces of clothing.
The outcome did not disappoint. You ended up wearing a black sequence skirt with stacked belts. Black boots, and a top that was slightly like a halter top but instead, the straps crossed around the neckline, accentuating your tits. Gold jewelry pieces were thrown on for a better effect and some hair pieces as well.
“Well look at youu” your friend complimented.
“Didn’t think you’d go all out like this”
“Well, if there's one thing about a concert full of attractive boys, it's that you’ll need a way to grab their attention” you winked, half joking half serious.
You didn’t actually mean it tho. Most of the time, dressing up like this was mainly for the pictures you wanted to post.
“Alright, all set?” she asked. You nodded your head, ready to go.
Your friend made you drive to the location since she did buy the tickets. But to make it fair, she promised to drive on the way home because she did force you after all.
The traffic was already terrible once you’ve reached the city. It was good you headed out 2 hours early because you knew finding a parking spot would be a kick in the ass.
“fucking ass hole” you spoke under your breath.
“People really don't know how to drive huh” your bsf commented.
“Apparently so” you sigh. It took about 30 minutes to get out of the immense traffic to find a parking garage and claim a spot before another could.
You finally let out a breath of pent-up frustration you had during those hours of being stuck in traffic. “Alright, You ready!!” Your friend exclaimed. The walk to the arena was about 3 minutes away and the concert would start at 8:00P.M.
It was currently 7:27 and you knew you needed to head out now before the line up at the entrance could get any longer.
Both of you stepped out of the car, the cold air hitting your bare legs.
You and your friend left your bags in the car, only taking your phones, camera, small makeup necessities like your lip liner and powder.
Before you closed the car door, you spotted the light stick that your friend brought. “Uh hey, I think you forgot something”
Reaching over to the back, you collected it and came back out. “Don’t you wanna get uhm… t- maki’s attention right?” You smiled, waving it around.
“Oh yeah! I almost forgot”
In that moment, you recalled to that one time where you were learning the members names.
“eu-uijoo? and that's...Fuma or Taki?” You squinted your eyes trying to tell them apart.
“Its Fuma” she corrected you. your mouth formed into an ‘O’ as you kept messing up.
unintentionally. Of course.
Man this was hard. The only ones that you really knew as far as having different features from everyone were Nicholas, maki, and Jo. You kept messing up Kei with Euijoo, Fuma with Taki, and Yuma with Harua.
At first, you thought you’d never get their names right because of the same vowels. Yuma, Fuma. Taki, Maki. God that fried your brain.
At some point when you were learning by yourself, you had almost given up. but your friend offered to help. It didn't make matters better, but it was at least some guidance.
As your Friend was yapping your ear off about ‘Go One’— she suddenly asked you a question. “Hey.. now that I think about it, Do you have a bias yet?”
“bias..?” you questioned.
“Like a favorite, a member that you find the most attractive”
You looked away from her, back to the picture she was using as a reference sheet for you to learn their names and faces. You took time to analyze their features again, really taking it in.
You couldn’t deny it. They all looked attractive. But one that stuck out to you as of now was the one with low- cat eyes, and pink hair.
“This one” You pointed your finger to the face on the computer.
“I was not expecting him” she replied, coming out surprised. Your friends’ response had you curious, but you didn't bother asking who she thought you’d choose. Instead, you asked her who she liked.
“Maki is my favorite! Just look at him” She took the computer and typed in his name in the search bar.
Here we go again with her fangirling. She’s scrolling down on pictures of him through Pinterest, explaining how he's cute but can also have such a sexy concept to his looks. I mean, I guess you could see why he was her favorite, but you didn’t bother paying much attention to it as you later dozed off.
On your way to the entrance of the arena, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement skyrocket.
Tightening feeling in your chest, nerves filling up with adrenaline making you gittery. It was a surprise to you that you even felt this way for a K-pop concert.
Your friend, on the other hand, was practically jumping in her boots. Big smile plastered on her face, talking about seeing the members and what songs she can't wait to hear. Rambling on, your friend gets interrupted.
“Imagine they notice us! oh my gosh I’d faint-”
You both stop in your tracks and look at the ticket taker, his face straight with no emotion.
Taking out her phone, she pulls up the QR codes and shows the screen to the worker. He scans the tickets, reading the number and letter of the ticket on his scanner.
“Because you have floor tickets, you'll need to go down that staircase and take a right. You’ll be given wrist bands to enter the floor.”
I'm sorry- Floor tickets!?
“Awesome thank you!” Your friend finally turns to you and sees your face. It read ‘oh no you didn’t.’
“Let's go!” she grabs your arm abruptly and drags you, following the directions she was just given. “Is this why you were begging me to go with you? these tickets are nowhere near cheap, and you knew I’d almost turn you down!?”
“Partially yeah, but mainly because I needed someone to be there in case I faint” she said casually. “Plus, you said yes so it's totally worth my money.”
Is this girl insane?! You said to yourself. You knew her for always going overboard but you never knew she’d go this far.
Reaching the end of the stairs to the floor entrance, two security guards came into view. Your friend knew what to do, so she quickly opened her phone again to show the security guards that you both had access with your tickets in hand.
Slightly leaning down to your level, a single nod of approval after analyzing the tickets, they handed you both a black wrist band with white bolder letters that spelled out ‘&TEAM EXC’. Once you and your friend put them on, the security guards finally made way to what your view was going to be for the next 2 hours.
You were both walking right near the barricade where people were already claiming their spots. It’s good you came at a reasonable time to claim an empty space because the second you both found an empty spot, everyone else came flooding in standing behind you.
Everyone around you could be heard squealing and jumping due to their excitement. Their actions only raised your adrenaline even more. Even to the point where you felt the nerves start messing with your stomach.
“I cant wait to see Yuma! You think we’ll be able to see his new tattoo?”
“I wanna see kei’s fine ass already”
All the girls surrounding you can be heard fangirling, crazy out of their mind. You, on the other hand, were having the same feelings but not over the members as much. Mainly due to the vibes and how much you enjoyed concerts in general.
Now thinking about it, why did you hesitate to go here?
For the time remaining until the event began, you and your friend started taking pictures to make up for the time. You dressed cute after all.
“Move your head a little to the right- yesss!"
“Look at away, then look at the camera”
“Play with your hair more”
It went on like this for the both of you, taking turns for what seemed like, 20 minutes maybe? You don’t really recall. You were just happy to finally get the pictures you liked.
Right when the both of you finished taking the pictures and the arena was filled up, no empty seats in sight-- the lights had dimmed, signaling that it was finally time.
You checked the what time it was and it read, ‘8:10’. Your heart dropped, and your excitement starting to increase once again.
You and your friend looked at each other, having been experiencing a moment that felt so unreal.
Screaming at the top of your lungs, everyone was thrilled for the show to begin. Light effects began, following along with intense sound effects, making the show more thrilling before it even began. Everyone started to grow impatient by the second.
And suddenly, the beat of a song you were familiar with started playing.
Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh.
At this point you were so hyped, you didn’t even realize your friend was looking at you with surprise on her features.
She was not expecting this side of you to come out but it did. Turning away from you, back to the empty stage.
Suddenly, 9 figures appeared from behind the set.
The dark lights only making out their shadows, not displaying their faces just yet.
Gosh, the slow burn was real.
You were so impatient, who knew you’d get this worked up over the beginning of a concert?
A couple seconds passed. And suddenly, the voice of someone was heard, only to make everyone cheer in excitement.
And soon enough, big bright lights were turned on to make out each and every members face.
And that’s when it hit you. You couldn’t believe your eyes. All of them looked good.
Especially Nicholas— the one you’d mentioned having as your bias in the group.
Just as you found your favorite, your eyes stayed on him mainly the whole entire show. Enjoying how the beat vibrated through out your body. The fan chants you had to learn. Light stick being shared between you and your friend.
Man was it a time you were having.
From time to time, you’d put your focus completely on Nicholas. How he moves his body, his vocals.
Just as you continued to sing along to the song currently playing, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Too hard to find, but easy to sense where it was coming from.
You quickly spun your head around, trying to find the lasers burning into you.
“hey are you okay? Need to use the bathroom?” your friend asked, having noticed you looking at your surroundings. You nodded, reassuring her that you were fine but, those eyes.
You still felt them on you.
Like a lion stalking his prey, watching their every move before catching them.
It was to the point where you’d given up looking for the stinging stare. Locking your eyes back on stage.
Nicholas and the others were now dancing to ‘Lunatic’. Eyes fixated on his every move, until suddenly, another member stepped in your line of view.
Who is that? You squinted.
The more you looked, lights blurring your vision a little, the more you realized that they were staring back.
Maki was looking straight at you, a sense of emotion switching in him as soon as he got your attention.
You can’t deny it. He looked good. But he was your friends bias so you couldn’t bring that up to her without her getting defensive. (In a joking way ofc)
So you looked away, eyes back on the one you were eyeing first.
The rest of the night was the same little game.
You looking at Nicholas. And Maki stepping in, taking your full attention. Or maybe it wasn’t him? Maybe it was because of how often you noticed him right after acknowledging his presence.
As soon as the members had preached their bye’s and thank you’s, you and your friend headed straight to the merch shop.
Having stopped at the bathroom on the way before, the line was long. 30 minutes as of what you estimated. It didn’t seem like a big deal since you did live around the city so, getting home wouldn’t take as long as living on the outskirts.
Humming in place, trying to hold your self awake from falling asleep, your friend was looking up the merch prices on her phone. You were surprised it wasn’t dead with how much she’s used it throughout the night.
“We should get the jersey and a hoodie, sounds good?” She asked you.
Suddenly a group of staff came out of nowhere. 2 of them were women and 1 security guard in question.
They were walking towards your direction but, ofc, you didn’t think it was for you.
You didn’t do anything wrong anyways.
So then why were they actually making eye contact with you, finally reaching your space and talking about some “we need you to come with us, please” ?
You had NO idea. All that was running through your mind was how the hell did you get into a situation like this and what the fuck did you do.
“But I didn’t do anything wrong I-“
“We’re aware. Now please listen to us, as we don’t want to cause a big scene that could disrupt everyone else”
You looked at your friend, scared out of your mind but tried to keep calm. “Get me the the same stuff you’re getting, and wait for me in the car okay? If if this takes too long, go home without me. I’ll text you.”
Obidiently, she nodded her head and took your word. Trusting that you would be okay.
As the staff took you away from your friend, eyes from others curious about he situation, your nerves started to shoot up like crazy. You felt like throwing up.
You’ve never been a situation like this before.
What if you were accused of doing something wrong and it ends up that they have the wrong person? Oh you hope so. Or if someone framed you for.. god knows what. You were scared shitless no matter the outcome.
“Can I ask what’s happening?”
Your voice, low and slightly trembling, had broken the silence.
“We cannot answer any question as of now. You will just have to listen and follow directions.”
Fuck. You were losing your mind.
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