I'd known the boys for a long time.

I'd grown with them.

I watched them blossom into idols.

And they never forgot to talk to me every day.

You'd think, that maybe, being best friends with the one and only BTS would benothing short of a fantasy. I couldn't believe it myself, when my childhood friend Jimin started training back when we were around 14 or 15. And since I was so close with Jimin, it'd only be natural that I'd meet his groupmates aroud the start of training. (I was one of the very few to see Rap Monster without sunglasses at first!)

Now here they were, years later. They've grown, blossomed, and rose to stardom. But they never forgot about me. I find that amazing, how even with such tight schedules, not a single one of them forgot to call, or shoot me a text every single day, even if it was the only one they could send all day.

Its pretty clear that they love me as a sister. And I love them like they're my own brothers. Carzy, right? BTS are my brothers.

...Except one.

One of them I loved differently He was a love that wasn't a love I had for the others. This wasn't puppy love. This was a love where I thought I'd lose balance when he came near me. Forget my name when he talked to me. Feel faint when the pungent scent of his cologne danced through my nostrils, and feel my heart start on fire from his mere stare.

He was perfect to me. He IS perfect to me. And I love him. And one night off for them changed everything.