This was it. You finally achieved your goal. Here you were, standing on stage with hundreds of fans in front of you. You were a vocalist, a dancer, and a rapper all in one. You were a member of BTS.

But, sadly, your concerts must always end. You gave the goodbye speech to ARMY that you always do at the end of every concert before you and the boys head backstage. You get everything prepared, or in some cases, unprepared, and head back to your rooms. It was about 11:00 when you got back, and everyone was tired, you specifically. You took a quick shower and collapsed into bed, but you then realized something. This wasn't your bed. And, even worse, there was someone else in it!

The moonlight filtered through the curtains as you tried to sneak away, but you heard the blankets shift. Soon, you felt an arm snake around your waist and hold you still.

"Stay. I'm cold."

A low, soft voice muttered. You instantly recognized it as Yoongi's, as he was one of your closest hyungs.