I feel like my days are quietly orbiting around one thing — the BTS concert.
It’s not something I talk about all the time, but it’s always there, sitting in the background of my thoughts.

Some days, I imagine the big moments:
the opening VCR, the first beat dropping, the crowd getting louder before the lights even come on.
Other days, it’s the small stuff — standing in line outside the venue, checking tickets for the hundredth time, hearing distant cheers and knowing they’re just on the other side of the wall.

What makes me smile is thinking about how everyone there will understand the feeling without needing words.
Different languages, different stories, but the same songs, the same lightsticks, the same anticipation built over months (or years).

Waiting can be tiring, sure.
But it’s also kind of beautiful.
The waiting gives meaning to the moment when it finally happens.

Until that day comes, I’ll keep going about my normal life —
working, scrolling, listening to BTS on repeat —
and quietly counting down, one day at a time.

Soon enough, we’ll be there. 💜