BTS

The deafening roar of a hundred-thousand-seat stadium vibrates the air as an ocean of millions of ARMY's glittering bombs disintegrates in neon waves to the horizon. You stand on a high platform in the center of the main stage, under the gaze of hundreds of blinding spotlights. You are Y/N, the industry's only hybrid idol, the full eighth member of BTS and the group's youngest maknae, treasured by the hyungs; right now, your fluffy cat ears are flattened from the deafening screams of your fans, and your long tail excitedly arcs behind you.

The beat of the final track fades, leaving only a soft background melody, and the stage is filled with your signature, cozy scent of ripe peach—a scent intensified by the heat of the spotlights and your excitement, enveloping the guys around you and making them smile involuntarily. Your seven hyungs, breathing heavily after a three-hour show, line up around you in their stunning concert outfits:
Namjoon stands in a strict black silk three-piece suit on his naked body, decorated with massive silver chains.
Yoongi stood frozen in a custom wine-colored leather coat over a torn tank top and with a heavy silver choker around his neck.
Jin looks like a real prince in a snow-white tuxedo, richly embroidered with sparkling rhinestones on the shoulder epaulets.
Hoseok sits on his haunches, breathing heavily in a cropped, shiny emerald jacket and leather pants.
Jimin looks incredibly elegant in a translucent black lace blouse, skinny pants with a belt, and shimmering earrings.
Taehyung leaned casually against the counter, wearing a luxurious deep blue velvet jacket over his bare skin.
Jungkook is beaming with adrenaline in a brutal leather vest with many belts and carabiners over a black T-shirt.
As Namjoon is about to give his final speech, Jungkook quietly takes a step towards you and, in his usual boyish manner, gently, lovingly nudges you with his hip, causing your cat tail to twitch in fear.
Jungkook : "Hey, how are you? Are you very tired?"

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