Oh you guys definitely just came for me with this one.Â
London. 04/12/18 - The Day of my Death.
So there I am. Meme T-shirt, Naruto headband, painfully heavy New Rocks and half-sweated makeup. We go in for the hi-touch.
I look Kim Himchan in the eyes and immediately all speech functions begin to fail. I say something like âYouâre so beautiful, I love you so much!â except Iâm blubbering and dear god his eyes. He stares at me, baffled, and says âNaruto.â I lose my shit.
I get to Jongup. My brain processes that heâs shorter than me and his hair is super ruffled. Before I even open my mouth he lights up âNaruto!â I still havenât calmed down, I lose it again. I try desperately to say âthank youâ but Iâm not sure which language I go for. Think it was Welsh if Iâm honest.Â
I get to Daehyun, whoâs smile disarms me. âOh! Naruto!â I black out.
I get to Youngjae. âNaruto!â I just manage to reply, âYouâre so beautiful!â before I black out. Iâm laughing, maybe. I turn away from him a bit too early while the person ahead of me is still talking to Junhong. I donât have the time to turn back to Youngjae. Itâs a super awkward like moment of me sweating and hysterical before I get to Junhong.
He looks down at me and beams, already laughing. âOh!!! Naruto!!!â I fucking lose it. I donât know if I even said anything. I am absolutely wheezing.
I stagger away, caught by the others in my photo op group who tell me that B.A.P are talking about me. Iâm hyperventilating.Â
Staff gestures back to the boys âOkay, go through!â
Now. Up until the photo op I have been stiff, awkward, and heavy-footed in my massive platform goth-boots. Weighty as fuck they may be, but prance like a child in a princess costume I did, calling âHimchanniiiieeeeee~â as I go. You know, like a fucking creep.Â
He locks eyes with me. He doesnât say it, but he radiates âDo notâ
His face screams âI want nothing to do with youâ
But I paid over ÂŁ200 to have something to do with him
I park my massive boots up at his side, all big grins and giggles. I can feel the exhausted aura of a dying man at my side.
I have a whole 1 brain cell at this point that, somehow despite my previous tongue-twister catastrophe before, manages to force me to raise one hand and politely and clearly ask âCan we do a heart :3c?â
There is this half second where he looks at my hand, and I KNOW he doesnât want to. I KNOW he hates this. He wanted me to be a Jongup stan or something. The only person who wants to be by him for the photo and itâs my weird ass. He raises his hand to my own.
I am LIVING. I am VIBRATING. I am EXISTING LIKE I HAVE NEVER EXISTED BEFORE.
Heâs a husk at my side.
They take two photos. The first he is BARELY touching my hand at all, just lightly brushing.For the second he fully presses his fingers against mine, I guess in an attempt to say âhey thanks for being a fan even if youâre a fucking creatureâ. I nearly pass out.Â
The photos are done and I turn to him and in a final attempt to rectify myself go âTHANKYOUSOMUCHYOUDIDSOWELLTHANKYOUILOVEYOUâ and then peel away from the group shouting âTHANKYOUSOMUCHâ to the rest of the boys.
Then I fucking bolt it to the door.
Anyway Iâm in my coffin now.