Hi peoples. So, this is for the GOT7 Confession Event. I was originally not going to enter because I had no idea what I could possibly write for this. I'm not the type of person to be able to write letters and I wasn't sure how to make a one shot into a confession. But after reading a few entries, I decided to try it. So here it is.
Obviously, the events in this one shot are not true, as awesome as it would be, but my admiration, perceptions, and feelings written in here are quite true. The main girl may or may not be a little bit of my personality, lol.
But anyway, here goes nothing.
Disclaimer: None of the pictures belong to me, they belong to their respective owners. And I don't know GOT7 or JB personally so this is pure fiction based on observations.
I remember the first time I saw you. I was checking all my drama sites for a light, short drama to watch. ‘Dream Knight’ sounded interesting. So I watched. You were very handsome and caught my eye immediately. But you already know I didn’t care for your character at first and, because I like people based on personality, I didn’t like you at first either. Your character was so cold. But when your character warmed up, so did my view of you.
And that’s when I started liking you. I only knew you from that drama, but I started to like you. A lot of people said you looked cold and unapproachable, but I thought differently. Of course, I had no way of actually knowing. Even with the music videos, other dramas, ‘Real GOT7’ videos, there was no way of knowing the real you.
Then my friend won tickets to the GOT7 fan meet right here in Seoul. I was so excited. And deathly nervous. It’s one thing to look at your idol from behind a screen, it’s another thing to meet him in person, right?
When the day came, I gathered all of my picture cards for signing. One for every member. Not only did I like the group as a whole, of course, but I also didn’t want to stand out. How could I have known?
I didn’t dress up much, you know I’ve never been the type to dress up. But I did wear a cute blouse, which was pretty much as girly as I get, as you well know. My friend picked me up and we drove to the venue.
She wanted to get there early. But it definitely wasn’t early enough judging by the line. Though that would be nice as well. I would be one face in a sea of faces, no way of bringing attention to myself. I played with the small note I had folded in my pocket, a note I still couldn’t decide if I wanted to give you or not. A note telling you how much I admired you for your role in GOT7, how you helped keep everyone together, how you fought hard to perform even when sick or hurt. I admired you for your tenacity and for your ‘Let them think what they want’ attitude. It gave me strength, especially in dark times. Your smile could light up my entire day.
When the line started to move, I got nervous again. It slowly moved along. As we approached the front, I became so anxious, my palms started sweating. I remember thinking ‘Great, now he’s going to see me as the girl who gave him a sweaty, wrinkled picture to sign’. I thought about leaving right then and there. But then I looked up and saw you smiling at the fans and I just couldn’t leave. Not yet. I still wasn’t sure if I wanted to give you the note yet.
Finally, it was my turn. I approached the first person, BamBam, we greeted each other, the picture was signed, ‘Please keep moving’, and I moved along to the next. You were second from the last. When I finally stood in front of you, my hands were shaking. I looked up at you and you were still saying goodbye to my friend in front of me. And then our eyes met. As cheesy as it sounded, it really felt like time stopped. I couldn’t move and you didn’t try either.
“Please keep moving,” said the guard down the line. And then it was broken. I handed you the picture and you smiled at me so beautifully.
“Am I your bias?” you asked me. I hesitantly nodded, feeling my cheeks burning and I looked down, away from your eyes. “Good,” you laughed. Then you handed back the picture. I was so scared, I couldn’t even look at it. I moved to Mark. He was just as nice as he signed my picture. It was time to leave. I put my hand in my pocket. ‘Now or never’, I told myself. I took a deep breath. I leaned over back to your area, not expecting you to be looking at me again. You smiled and I panicked, dropping the paper, and taking off.
My friend and I went out to eat, but I was still so embarrassed that I didn’t have much of an appetite. After dinner, she took me back home. I sat on my bed and looked at the signatures on the cards. I sighed and put them on the bedside table. Time to get back to the real world.
For the next week, I thought about you, about your smile, your voice, the way your fingers touched mine when I gave you the picture and when you gave it back signed. It made my heart flutter and also made me sad. Because I knew for certain now that I was only one face in a sea of faces. I wondered if you had ended up reading my note or not, my pathetic attempt to explain my feelings about you, too afraid to say my feelings for you. But it was stupid anyway. Every fangirl felt the same, nothing was special.
When I went to bed that next Friday night, I hit my knee on the bedside table, the way I did at least once a week. I needed to get something not as bulky, but I was such a procrastinator. I sighed when my clumsiness also caused all the papers piled there to flutter to the ground. It was a long week and I just wanted to go to bed. I picked up all the papers and moved them back to my desk where everything should have been in the first place. I saw Jinyoung’s picture card and remembered that I needed to put them all away. I searched through the pile to find them all, but I was missing one. Yours. I looked around, but it wasn’t in sight. ‘It must have gone under the bed,’ I thought. With a groan, I kneeled down and swept my hand back and forth under the bed.
I found the lipgloss I’d lost a month ago, a pen, and your picture. I paused when I saw the writing on the back of the card.
‘If you aren’t taken’ and then a number. I shook my head. It wasn’t possible. Either I was hallucinating or it really was there, but it was a joke. There was no way. I was only one face in a sea of faces. But I couldn’t get two words out of my head: what if.
I dialed the number. My thumb hovered over the call button. Should I? Should I not? I took a deep breath. ‘Just do it.’ So I did.
I almost hung up as soon as it started ringing, but I didn’t. It rang and rang. It was a joke. ‘What if he’s just busy? You know he’s an idol.’ No, it just wasn’t meant to be. I pulled the phone away from my ear and waited for the screen to light up so I could press the ‘end’ button. Just as my thumb was about to touch it, I heard you.
“Hello?” Your voice sounded out of breath. I probably interrupted you during practice, or who knew what. “Hello?” you called again, this time, a small hint of desperation in your voice.
I put the phone back to my ear. “H-Hello?”
There was the sound of movement. And then “It’s you, isn’t it? The girl from the fan meet? It’s you, right?” Your voice sounded hopeful.
‘Hang up’, I told myself. ‘Shut up’, I shot back.
“Please tell me it’s you.”
Another deep breath. “I-It’s me,” I stuttered back.
“Yes! Thank God. I was afraid you wouldn’t call. I mean, I didn’t even know if you had a boyfriend or if you were even interested in me. Your note... but admiration and being interested aren’t the same thing. I was so nervous.”
“You were nervous?" I couldn't help the chuckle. "And I’m sorry. I didn’t check the back of the card. The only reason I saw was because—well, because I’m a clutz and knocked it on the ground. That’s when I saw. I thought it was a joke.”
“Never. I would never joke about something like that. Can I—can we meet somewhere? Maybe tomorrow? I really... I’d like to see you again.” I flushed a bright red, but you couldn’t see it.
“Do you really mean it?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“Absolutely. But first...I didn't even get a chance to ask..." I heard you let out a small laugh at yourself. "Can you tell me your name?”
I jumped when a pair of arms wrapped around me. “Jumpy, are we? What are you doing that’s got you so jumpy?” His voice was playful with a hint of something else.
I turned and playfully glared at Jaebum. “I was writing about how we first met.”
He peered over my shoulder, reading the last few sentences. “Why’s it a sappy love story?”
“’Cause that’s what it was,” I giggled. His face turned to my neck.
“It’s so sweet of you to write it for the fans.”
“I want them to understand how we happened. They always ask, they always guess. And maybe...I want to give them a little hope?”
Jaebum chuckled into my neck, his lips sweetly kissing me. “Well, maybe you should either post it now or leave it for a couple days. You should get some rest, tomorrow’s a big day.”
I smiled. And pressed ‘Post’. Now everyone who followed on my blog would see. All the fans, the ones supporting us and the ones hoping we would fail, they would all see our love story.
“Finished,” I said, closing the laptop and turning to him.
“Good. Then let’s get to bed.” He picked me up bridal style and carried me out of my small office to our bedroom, making me giggle all the way.
“You’re such a romantic,” I laughed.
“Well, I have to practice. Tomorrow night, when I do this, you’ll be my wife. I don’t want to mess it up.”
I giggled again as he laid me down on the bed and crawled next to me. He pulled the covers up and I curled into him. His loving arms wrapped around me.
“I love you,” he murmured against my forehead.
“I love you, too.”
I was one face in a sea of faces. And yet... he found me.
And there it is, I hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading!!! I love the fluffies! It was also nice to just kinda say what was on my mind, though, of course, I don't know him well enough to actually be in love with him, lol. But anyway, thanks for the opportunity to share.
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