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This can't be real

That's all I can think as the crowd around me buzzes with excitement. I'm not entirely sure what to expect, I'm not even sure what I've gotten myself into. 

"Your Dwaekki is super cute." A girl next to me motioned to the little pink plush attached to my clear bag. 

"Oh, thanks." I felt awkward and out of place. An imposter. "My friend gave it to me." 

The girl lit up, "Are you a Baby Stay? How cool to get such great tickets. Is Changbin your bias?"

She's rapidly firing the questions and I don't understand half of it. The girl's friend pulls her attention away from me, which is a slight relief. I'm really trying to wrap my head around the last week. I push up on my tip toes trying to scan the crowd, but I don't see the friend who had invited me. He had said that he'd see me at the show. Granted when he invited me I hadn't anticipated such a big concert. Uncomfortably as I look around once more, I'm beginning to feel as though I might have been stood up. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket

Bin: I'll see you after the show.

The typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then reappeared.

Bin: Have fun, I'll explain everything later.

Now I'm more confused than ever. He wasn't coming but expected to connect when I got out of the concert? A concert for a group I wasn't even familiar with besides the few snippets that he had shown me over the past week. Part of me almost considered just leaving, but the lights dimmed, bass reverberated through the floor, and the entire stadium erupted with the roar of thousands. I was going nowhere, not when I see him. There on the stage among the eight men was the man I've been talking to for the past week.