November 19. . .

                “Ah, dang it. We will not gonna see them!!!!”

                I silently slumped in the table, depressed and forsaken as I looked at WM Entertainment bulding in front of us. We were waiting for B1A4 to come or leave for almost 10 hours in the convenience store located just across their building but. . . ZILCH. NOTHING. I was so desperate to see any person related to them, even manager Cha Woo Bin but nadaaaaaa. The most B1A4 related thing  that we saw was the gold plaque, WM ENTERTAINMENT, their apartment complex and some two dimensional B1A4 plastered in all of the places we had been.

                I looked at Angela who’s beside me, casually sipping her tenth cold iced-coffee and littering the table we were at. I was not sure what’s the effect of 10th caffeine dose, otherwise she sure looked calm. I pouted at her. She checked her phone every 5 minutes just to see if B1A4 would tweet or post pictures in Instagram; the last update was 8 hours ago and definitely not within WM vicinity. If I decided to write a fanfic while waiting, I definitely have finished a one shot fanfiction and reading Percy Jackson series from Lightning Thief to The Last Olympian.

                “I told you 3 hours ago that it’s looks like they will not come.” She said, eating her 5th box of chocopie while her 4 cups of empty ramyun and several pangtoa ice cream that were unceremoniously scattered in the table. The ahjumma cashier near us didn’t know whether to get pissed or ignore at us because we spent a very long time in her store.

                Whatevs, we buy food in here.

                You see, we planned this 5 day trip to Korea months ago. Okay, a year ago. Before we went in here, we took Korean Language lessons so if in case we meet Sandeul, he’d not gonna suffer from terrible nosebleed and we could talk basic conversation with them like ‘You’re so handsome' or 'I admire you a lot' or 'Please marry me!'. We also collected some fangifts from Banas in our country which we had dreadfully given to WM staff on the first day (because no B1A4 was not around) . Still, we waited for an hour for them, but I left Mapo-gu with no B1A4 molecules.

                For non-B1A4 , everything went so well I started asking questions to myself and Kpop gods and goddesses. Just why?~ We saw the Kpop shows we wanted to see, we also saw other Kpop artists like CNBLUE, INFINITE, GOT7 and Block B, went to Myeongdong, hauled cds and KPop merchs, and sightseeing, but the main reason we went here saw to see B1A4 (understatement). We even went to their apartment complex in Bangbaedong on our second day to see if I could catch no-makeup Jinyoung or Sandeul, but upon arriving there, we checked their Twitter, B1A4 pages and Instagram just to know that they weren’t in Bangbaedong. Like, really? Fine. We decided not to go back there since it takes an hour and something from Mapo-gu and traffic was so real, I'd should rather walk than commute. We also tried to check Han River in case I’d see Jinyoung biking around but my B1A4 luck isn’t coming my way.

                Why Kpop fairies?! Waeeeeeee?! JFC.

                I glanced at my wristwatch. It’s already 12:25mn, I felt like crying. It’s our last night (or morning) in Korea and we would leave tomorrow afternoon that’s why we decided to dedicate this last day to hold a fangirl prayer vigil in front of WM Ent, praying to see our boys (We’ve gone here for the past 4 days because we were desperate people). We didn’t need to really really see them, but just a glimpse of Sandeul’s , Jinyoung’s hair, Baro’s shirt, Gongchan’s carbon dioxide or Shinwoo’s shadow would leave us satisfied fangirls with a contented smile on our wasted faces.

                I looked at the acoustic guitar beside me, my gift for Jinyoung that was long overdue. I commissioned someone to do a customized acoustic guitar: it had scribbles of korean characters (lyrics of bling girl, sweet girl and other compositions of Jinyoung), engraved B1A4 text at the guitar’s neck, and engraved Jinyoung’s signature and name at the body. I also put a note on the back as my special message for him. I really wanted to give it to him personally, aside from the mixtape I did and other music equipment I thought he would really like, but it seems like it would not reach him if I’d continue to be stubborn with my I-want-to-give-you-my-gifts-personally attitude.

                I sighed. Desperate times needs desperate decision for desperate fangirls. I decided to get my makeup pouch, retouching my makeup. After I thought that I looked decent and not as if I’d been waiting for a guy for 10 effin hours, I picked up the guitar and started walking to exit the convenience store.

                Angela raised her brow as she saw what I’m doing. “The heck you doing, eomma?”

                I glanced back at Angela, letting the two guys went inside in the convenience store first. “Street perform.” I made a face and walked outside, while I left Angela’s horror stricken face. I decided that I’d just give my last tribute to the band whom was the reason I flew 100,000 something plus plus kilometers, didn’t eat in fancy restaurants for several months and mustered all the patience of not buying albums just to save the for this trip.

                Ain’t no mountain high enough for a fangirl in love.

              I hoped this song will reach them, like they accidentally bit their tongue and thought that there might be a dedicated fangirl singing their song while camping outside their entertainment.

                Ermergerd.

                I sat in the pavement and opened the guitar case, looking at my customized guitar. My regret for paying almost five hundred bucks melted right away. I almost cried seeing how daebak it was. I grabbed it and put on the guitar strap as I placed my other for-Jinyoung stuffs and bag at the guitar’s case. After I settled myself in the most comfortable position I could be, I started strumming.

                Do you hear that crisp tunes? My heart swelled with so much pride and love for this guitar I might decide not to give it to Jinyoung anymore.

                You will not have this badass guitar unless you show your ing face, Jung Jinyoung!

                I plucked some strings and started singing my most favorite song, the best song describes my feeling and my current disposition. Because of Jung. . . Ahe. I mean You.

                “So long. . . So long. . . I can do it again.”

                I closed my eyes to ignore those people who were passing by, thinking I was just the playing guitar in our house. This was the only time they would see me in the land of Kimchi and jajangmyeon, I threw my shame with my inhibitions in Han river, though silly ideas were running wild on my head. What if CEO will see me and make me a trainee? What if a random person from other entertainment like FNC sees how talented I am and decides to make me a trainee there instead? Joking. I didn’t want to be a Kpop idol and I'm very contented fangirling over B1A4, especially the light of my life, fire of my loins Producer Jung Jinyoung. *cries*

                I sang the last quarter of the song and I swore there were people stopped by, looking at me since I heard someone was humming. I was getting nervous so instead closing my eyes and looking like the songs hits the very core of le soul (because I’m passionately singing Because Of Jung), I looked at my left hand, pushing the strings of the guitar.