Dara's POV

There were a lot of screaming from fans after one of the members talked that I didn't hear Bommie at first until she pulled me aside.

'Dara! I was calling you a lot of times already. Let's go to the sides. I think there are already too many fans and I'm afraid you'll get hurt.' she scremed in my ears while still pulling me.   I stopped and tried to release my arms from her. 'No Bommie! I thought you want to see them up close. Why would we go to the sides?'   'Because you might get hurt Ssantoki.' she said while still tugging me.   'But what about your dream? What about TOP.' I shouted over the noise that is the fan's scream.   'Silly!' I felt myself being spun around and was stop by some kind of metal railing hitting my back.   'I don't want to be awarded the worst best friend in the world for letting my cute little rabbit be trampled by a hundred VIPs just because I want to see TOP, who clearly will not see me.' Bommie continued.   'I'm fine where we was. I barely feel people around me.' I argued.   'That's because it isn't yet starting. But the fans already started to crowd in the front when the boys went to the stage and I almost lost you. So don't argue. I can still see them from the sides'   Indeed, I noticed that the screaming were getting louder as the boys continue talking.   'Bommie...'   I feel really bad, so I can't easily let this go. It was the first time that Bommie will be seeing Bigbang in person and I know this is a big deal for her. She's a solid VIP you know. As far as I know, she had bought every single, every album whether its mini or minuscule, every poster, photo card, calendar, lightstick, tshirt, socks, pajamas, button pins, notebooks. In short, every freaking Bigbang merchandise her savings can afford. Of course, I am guilty of adding up to her obsession as I try to give her Bigbang presents every chance I can afford. Good thing birthdays come only once a year because I am telling you their merchandise does not come in cheap! Sometimes, I wanna bang Bommie's head in our dirty house wall to wake her up from her obsession with T.O.P, God's gift to the woman race and the Devil's destruction to their ovaries. Her words not mine. Unfortunately, I have never seen this God and Devil's love child so I cannot deny nor confirm her claim.   She went home one afternoon half screaming my name, half scre