Oh you guys definitely just came for me with this one.
London. 04/12/18 - The Day of my Death.
So there I am. Meme T-shirt, Naruto headband, painfully heavy New Rocks and half-sweated makeup. We go in for the hi-touch.
I look Kim Himchan in the eyes and immediately all speech functions begin to fail. I say something like “You’re so beautiful, I love you so much!” except I’m blubbering and dear god his eyes. He stares at me, baffled, and says “Naruto.” I lose my shit.
I get to Jongup. My brain processes that he’s shorter than me and his hair is super ruffled. Before I even open my mouth he lights up “Naruto!” I still haven’t calmed down, I lose it again. I try desperately to say ‘thank you’ but I’m not sure which language I go for. Think it was Welsh if I’m honest.
I get to Daehyun, who’s smile disarms me. “Oh! Naruto!” I black out.
I get to Youngjae. “Naruto!” I just manage to reply, “You’re so beautiful!” before I black out. I’m laughing, maybe. I turn away from him a bit too early while the person ahead of me is still talking to Junhong. I don’t have the time to turn back to Youngjae. It’s a super awkward like moment of me sweating and hysterical before I get to Junhong.
He looks down at me and beams, already laughing. “Oh!!! Naruto!!!” I fucking lose it. I don’t know if I even said anything. I am absolutely wheezing.
I stagger away, caught by the others in my photo op group who tell me that B.A.P are talking about me. I’m hyperventilating.
Staff gestures back to the boys “Okay, go through!”
Now. Up until the photo op I have been stiff, awkward, and heavy-footed in my massive platform goth-boots. Weighty as fuck they may be, but prance like a child in a princess costume I did, calling “Himchanniiiieeeeee~” as I go. You know, like a fucking creep.
He locks eyes with me. He doesn’t say it, but he radiates ‘Do not’
His face screams ‘I want nothing to do with you’
But I paid over £200 to have something to do with him
I park my massive boots up at his side, all big grins and giggles. I can feel the exhausted aura of a dying man at my side.
I have a whole 1 brain cell at this point that, somehow despite my previous tongue-twister catastrophe before, manages to force me to raise one hand and politely and clearly ask “Can we do a heart :3c?”
There is this half second where he looks at my hand, and I KNOW he doesn’t want to. I KNOW he hates this. He wanted me to be a Jongup stan or something. The only person who wants to be by him for the photo and it’s my weird ass. He raises his hand to my own.
I am LIVING. I am VIBRATING. I am EXISTING LIKE I HAVE NEVER EXISTED BEFORE.
They take two photos. The first he is BARELY touching my hand at all, just lightly brushing.For the second he fully presses his fingers against mine, I guess in an attempt to say ‘hey thanks for being a fan even if you’re a fucking creature’. I nearly pass out.
The photos are done and I turn to him and in a final attempt to rectify myself go “THANKYOUSOMUCHYOUDIDSOWELLTHANKYOUILOVEYOU” and then peel away from the group shouting “THANKYOUSOMUCH” to the rest of the boys.
Then I fucking bolt it to the door.
Anyway I’m in my coffin now.