[A/N: Welcome to my beautiful dream! I ain't even kidding. This one shot is written because I had an amazing dream about Youngjae.]

[Cutest thing evar. Forgive me for my grammatic and spelling errors. Mind commenting them, thanks.]

Today was a special day for you.

16th of August, your sweet sixteenth birthday, and you were spending it in the best possible way: a private fan meet with your absolute favourite boys, BTS.
 

That was, if you could even get there on time.

"What are you doing?! We are going to be late!" You screamed, pulling the strands of your neatly organised hair to ease your frustration and it clearly wasn't working. Usually, you went to fan gatherings with your best friends but since it was a lucky draw with only 100 fans, you only had two tickets within your grasp. You would have liked to have gone with Min, your ultimate BFF, as she was a kpop lover – she was a hard-core Inspirit – but someone in particular had to barge into your life, forcing you to give him your only remaining ticket, explaining how today was a day that you should 'spend together,’ direct quote.

You unquestionably thought you would regret the moment you agreed to going along with the nerd. You should have given the ticket to Min! Now you have to suffer as the slowpoke with huge, round, lensed glasses and dishevelled chocolate hair was miles behind, simply because he at sport which included running. He was so slow that you thought you were going to miss the whole once in a lifetime event and you could ensure yourself that this opportunity was not going to be wasted. So you did what was best.

You ditched him.

As you ran to the secret location, you prayed that he would eventually pop up at the place. You just didn't want anyone lost or mad because of you on your superior day.

Panting ferociously, sweat trickling down your chin, you arrived at the destination: Big Hit's hidden auditorium. If you weren't wrong, this place was used for fan meets such as this one and practice rehearsals by the artist. It was the first time you had ever been here but you could immediately tell how this place was meant to be kept undercover.

It was old and shaggy, silky cobwebs hanging down and the appearance could fit the description of a haunted house. You would have doubt yourself but Big Hit was smart. They send you a postcard beforehand of how the building looked so you could expect it.

Dabbing the sweat away, you checked yourself against the reflection of a window and walked into the haunted house, showing your ticket to the security guard along the way.

You were amazed. Mouth gaped open and eyes widened, you never anticipated such a place to have an interior so professional. Maybe you were over exaggerating but it certainly wowed you.

The stage in front was well lit with bright, flashing lights, the red seats looked like those in a fine dining French restaurant and there were speakers in every corner of the small room. It looked like a qualified concert hall except the fact that this was a tiny shed which could fit only rows of a hundred people.

You could see that the majority of the fans were already here, chattering and gossiping with each other. In fact, only two seat in the whole auditorium was left and thankfully yet churlishly, they were next to each other but in the very last row. Cursing under your breath, you stomped up the flight of stairs to the two last seats. If only you had come earlier you would have gotten a better view, meaning more fan-girling.

You couldn't help but notice people staring as you climbed the staircase. It was creating butterflies in your stomach and your teeth feel numb with the way they watched you. Was is what you were wearing?

It was coming to the end of summer with light, trade wind breezes but you went full out when it came to appearance in front of BTS. Your friends laughed at how dull you dressed on normal days compared to when you attended concerts.

Your outfit consisted of a light blue flowery dress which reached your mid thighs. It had many layers, resulting to the flowy effect in the wind. A ribbon was wrapped around your waist to keep the dress in place and your best BTS necklace hung around your neck and a bracelet around your thin wrist. You wore silvery, shiny high heeled Mary Janes, a white sling bag, which you had just received from your parents as their gift to you, around your shoulder.

You didn't usually wear makeup but today was an exception. Just by applying eyeliner and lip-gloss, your face looked more vivid and brighter. Your hair dropped in neat, twisted curls and the look was completed with a ribboned hat. Actually, you shunned wearing hats indoors but someone had forced you to wear couple hats.

"Alright, A.R.M.Y. Thank you for coming!" A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. Your inner self screamed as you recognized the voice. Immediately, you rushed to your seat and stared in awe at the people standing on stage. It was BTS.

The Bangtan Boys.

The boys who you loved and adored.

The golden maknae, Jungkook, flashed his signature, bright smile, leaving the fan girls, including you, with imaginations and on the brim to insanity. You screamed the loudest you had ever and cheered when each member introduced themselves. They were all mind blowing people, exceeding your expectations by miles. Just seeing pictures wasn't as good as seeing them this close, only a few meters away.

You were having the time of your life. This was definitely the best way to spend your birthday. The boys joked around, shared their stories and laughs and picked random girls to play games with. You were eager to be picked but who could say since you were sitting in the furthest row. They only typically saw the first and second row.

Abruptly, the doors banged open. Bright light came shining in and you squinted as your eyes weren't used to the sudden light attack but you could vaguely make up a figure standing by the doors. Everyone in the auditorium was struck frozen. When your eyes finally cleared, you realized who it was.

The stupid Choi Youngjae.

His moment of spotlight was cut off when the doors slammed closed, surprising him with a loud squeal as he tripped over his own foot. His circular glasses flew off his face and his black hat came off his head. You groaned as the auditorium filled with laughter, your head within your hands’ grasp, repetitively hitting it .like you would on a brick wall. You should have known he would be an embarrassment.

When his eyes finally found yours, he excitedly waved as he picked up his glasses and hat, running towards you. But here's the catch: he was so excited that he forgot to put his glasses back on.

He tripped on the staircase and returned to the ground. The crowd roared with laughter and once again, you grumbled and looked away. You couldn't watch him be a humiliation on your birthday anymore.

When he successfully found his seat next to you, he waved again with a childish grin and handed you his glasses. Oh great, no wonder why he didn't put them on. The lenses were cracked in a thousand separate pieces but somehow managed to stay within the frame. You sighed and put it in your bag. He continued to flash an innocent smile so you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him.

After the comedy show, BTS decided it was time for the 'close up' event. This was what you had been waiting for the whole time. The chance to be right in front of them and have a conversation.

But you didn't think it would turn out to be a war. You stared ahead in devastation as the 98 fans pulled each other's hair and fought to meet BTS first. Great thing there was a table in between BTS and the fans. If not, they would have been crushed.

"Youngjae, I'm going down," you determinedly announced, rushing to the crowd. You left Youngjae in his seat, yearning for you with his incapability to see.

Something surprised you, though. You went down, ready for war, but there was no pushing and shoving. If you were wrong, you would even think they were among way for you. Somehow, you were in front of your dream boys within seconds.

You felt like melting away. They were all so handsome, perfectly styled and dressed. The blood in your body rushed to your face as you furiously blushed.

"Hey there, pretty girl. What's your name?" Hoseok inquired. Your teeth were clattering as your idol, BTS, communicated to you. Up close. Directly to you.

"H-Hyerin," you stuttered.

"Whah! Hyerin? Such a cute name to suit a cute girl!" Seokjin grinned and you felt your insides explode. Your heart pumped so fast that you were worried others could hear it.

"Thank you," you mumbled, hands delicately wrapped around your redden cheeks.

They continued to compliment you and you thanked the gods for this moment. This was such a great day.

"I would even go out with you," Jungkook winked and you gasped. Did your idol just say he would go out with you? You couldn't help but let a little squeal escape from your lips. You would definitely say yes if he asked you out… was what you would have liked to say.

Feeling deflated, you replied. "Sorry, I'm taken."

"Who's the lucky guy?" Suga wiggled his eyebrows. You sighed and turned around to face the other fans. The others had created a semi-circle around you as they watched the scene unfold. But there was one thing that stood out in the corner of your peripheral vision.

Pacing forward, you tugged the random hand sticking out, sending Youngjae flying forward, straight into your embrace. He hugged you tightly as if he didn't want to ever let go. Stupid boy, you thought. He couldn’t even see yet he came down when I told him to stay firmly seated up there.

"This guy," you pointed to the guy who had his arms around your back.

"Sweet! It's that guy from before! Great dude right there," Taehyung whistled and for once, you felt proud of your Youngjae for being clumsy.

"You're a very lucky dude, did you know?" Namjoon pondered with his swag glasses, signing a thumbs up.

Youngjae glinted his infamous cheeky grin.

"Yup. I definitely am," he laughed and you feel touched. To hear something like that from your usual quiet boyfriend was new and heart-warming. You faced him with a hand over your heart as he leaned in, placing his forehead against yours.

"I love you," he beamed again, drawing you into his hypnotizing eyes. Youngjae always wore glasses so you weren't used to his bare orbs but you were certainly liking it. He looked very fine without glasses. He would probably even pass as a good looking kid.

The girls around inhaled and applauded, making you turn an even darker shade of red. Flirty Youngjae.

Swiftly, he pecked a kiss on your lips, sending you melting away.

BTS was one thing that you adored but Youngjae was on another level. The nerd of the school, Choi Youngjae, could blow you away with his cute actions. His kisses are the only thing that can stir your heart and mind that you can't think straight and your heart skips many beats.

Meeting BTS, having a confession from Youngjae and even more, a kiss?

Definitely the best birthday every.

[ Continued A/N: Not very good...is it? Just felt the need to share this :P Haha, Youngjae is practically blinded without glasses but because he loves you, he goes down into the war zone. I'm probably going to end up like him if I keep staring at this computer screen.

Need help imagining your outfit? Here are some models of it but not exactly what I had in mind:

Not really what I had in mind but this has the most similar features are theres a ribbon :D

Shoes. Meh, whatever. You can go google the rest. Btw, I have a black shoe like this as well ;) ]