If Chloe had an unfortunate fate being picked by the last guy on her bias list, I was a different story. As she said, among all of us, I was chosen by my bias, by TaeHyung.

I really didn’t know what happened. As far as I can clearly remember, it was all a blur. The butterflies were in a total raucous. After Jin picked his date, TaeHyung was the second member to give us, me, the lucky chance to date him.

As the host started walking towards him, my stomach felt uneasy. Probably because the calmed butterflies transformed into their own “Incredible Hulk” version as they got the signal from my heart, brain, body, me, that this is the time that I have been waiting for.

I grabbed Chloe’s arm as TaeHyung put his hand inside the fish bowl. I can’t hear anything. I can’t feel anything. My vision started to become hazy. I don’t know whether I was on the verge of passing out or something. I closed my eyes.

Even for a moment, I want to stop time because I was too nervous. Too nervous to face reality. I felt like a convicted criminal ready to be sentenced of death penalty. I so wanted to hear my name. But I was neither not ready if they don’t call my name.

Who wouldn’t want to spend a day with their ultimate bias? Who on Earth wouldn’t want a date with her bias? Of course, all fans would like to spend the rest of their entire lives with their ultimate bias, or simply, their husbands. I guess, I would be beyond happy, utopia, if ever TaeHyung picked me. I would still be happy if he didn’t. But still.