She stood in the large crowd. Everyone was pushing and every once in a while she would be jostled to the front. She held onto her camera tightly. This would be the box where she kept her memories. She craned her neck to try to see. He was standing right in front of her and her heart thudded.

            The concert was beginning and everyone screamed, hearing “Crash” start. She ducked forward to avoid getting hit and finally the fans calmed down slightly to hear the music. She raised her camera to her eye and caught a few shots of Daehyun, swinging to Yongguk and the other members. When it was Himchan’s line, she brought her camera down and focused just on his perfection.

            He gave his famous wink and danced happily, his gravelly trucker voice contrasting sharply with his pretty face. She decided to take several pictures of them performing the chorus and so she raised her camera again. This time, she caught Himchan looking directly at her.

            She nearly dropped the camera in shock. She took a step back and her lips, looking at the stage again. Himchan was still staring in her direction but singing and dancing his steps. In a moment of confusion, she pointed a finger at herself and mouthed, “Me?”

            Himchan sang and pointed his finger at her, nodding and singing. fell open. He must be crazy. Of all the fans, why did he have to single her out? She quickly swung her camera towards the other side of the stage to break the awkward moment.

            But her bias was Himchan. Ugh, dilemmas. Every once in a while, she would turn to sneak a look at Himchan. Thank goodness he was no longer looking in her direction. She took surreptitious pictures of his profile and danced along with the music. When “Crash” ended, she squealed, anticipating their next song.

            The fans quieted down for a moment and then “No Mercy” started. She bounced up and down, excited to see Himchan’s pelvic ing. Er, excited to see the beautiful choreography of the song. Her friend grabbed her arm. “Oh my gosh, look! That suit is perfect for Himchan. Look at his pants!” And she could have sworn that while her friend was pointing at Himchan’s crotch, he looked straight at her.

            She slapped the girl’s arm down and hissed, “Don’t point! What if he sees and thinks there’s a wardrobe malfunction?”

            “I’d thank Chocolate if his pants rip again. On stage. Right now. In front of us.”

            She blushed and hushed her friend. “Watch, Zelo’s starting. Yeah, Baby Zelo!” She cheered and whooped for the talented maknae.

            She took some shots and watched the rest of the performance. When it was Himchan’s turn, she focused on him. He looked straight at her as he wiped his lip and stuck out his tongue, doing his ridiculous pelvic . He was grabbing his crotch and grinning at her, singing his lines. Her heart was about to stop beating.

            Even when it was Yongguk’s turn, he didn’t stop looking at her. “No, no, no, no mercy!” The entire time, Himchan kept his eyes trained on hers. She shuddered. Okay, maybe this was a little creepy? She shifted to the side to see if he would change. He didn’t.

            But when Himchan went to center stage again, he winked at her and his tongue poked out slightly from between his lips. She hyperventilated. How could one survive oscillating between overdose of bias feels and an overwhelming ‘Himchan no’ emotions?

            She took in a deep breath and felt her heart rate slowly descend back to normal when the torturous song finally ended. A sweaty B.A.P took to the stage and started to speak. “Hi California!” Himchan greeted.

            The fans cheered in response. “It’s great to be out here and to see all our Babys. I hope you guys had a good time?” She took shots of them standing still. She zoomed in and caught Himchan’s river of sweat. Gross. But hot. At the same time. Maybe.

            Himchan grinned and waved as Yongguk continued to speak. Then the host asked them a question. “Did you guys find your ideal types out here in the States?”

            “My ideal type is Baby and I think I’ve found them all here,” Youngjae responded. She died from his greasiness. Yoo Youngjae was too much.

            “Actually, I do want to say something to my ideal type.” Himchan took the microphone. “Why take pictures of me from afar when we can take selcas together? Why look at me from a distance, when you can admire my face from right in my arms? Why wait so long to watch me perform when I can be your twenty-four seven entertainer?” He laughed and all the Babys at the arena screamed simultaneously, “Himchan, please!”

            His eyes seemed to be searching and she held her breath when he looked straight at her again. “Thank you for being beautiful.”

This is for MusicChibi. I know not everything's accurate and there may have been added things or things taken out, but I hope you still liked?

This is a sort of real account from Kcon ^^

Thanks to everyone who told me about the duplicate in the last story. Fixed it ^^ I probabl copy-pasted it twice. Silly me ♥