You grumbled impatiently as you paced back and forth. Your best friend, who had gifted you tickets to the SEVENTEEN concert, seemed completely nonchalant about the impending tardiness. “Will you hurry up? We’re going to be late!” you huffed, frustration seeping into your voice.

Your best friend merely shrugged, her demeanor relaxed. “Chill. The concert literally starts in two hours… We’ve still got time.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at her laid-back attitude. Disbelief was etched on your face as you watched her leisurely finish getting ready. Despite your irritation, you resigned yourself to waiting and plopped down on the couch.

After what felt like an eternity, the two of you finally arrived at the concert venue. You gripped your best friend’s wrist tightly, practically dragging her to the entrance, eager to get in. You showed the tickets to the guard and asked if the concert had started yet. Sighing in relief when the guard mentioned a slight delay, you thanked him before making your way inside with your best friend still in tow, ignoring her protests. A staff member guided you to the VIP area where your seats awaited.

“You’re lucky they had a little problem, so they’re starting late,” you muttered under your breath, shooting your best friend a pointed glare as you set your bag down on the chair. “If they hadn’t, they’d be starting now, and we probably would have missed a couple of songs. I also would have strangled you by now if that happened.”

Your best friend chuckled, unfazed by your threat. The anticipation of seeing SEVENTEEN up close made your heart race, but what made it race even faster was the thought of finally seeing THE Yoon Jeonghan himself.