An hour later, they were sitting on the floor, textbooks abandoned, as they shared some takeout chicken. They were startled by Taehyung throwing the door open, already talking. “Jimin! Why can I smell food? How can you be having a late night snack without…. Hello.” Emily waved at him, a chicken leg still in her hand.

“Oh my god.” She whispered to herself as the roar of the crowd penetrated into the van. Taehyung took her hand into his and gave her a goofy grin. “Ready?” he asked, his hand on the door handle.