Our Take Two: As if they never left

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June 13th, 2025- etched in my heart, forevermore. 


I experienced something I’ll always carry in my memories. Watching the Hope on the Stage Final Concert live online wasn’t just my first BTS concert — it was the most beautiful reminder of what it means to love, to wait, and to belong.

It’s been nearly two years since we last saw all seven members together, and though only Jin, Jungkook, and our forever sunshine Hobi performed, seeing OT7 together — even just standing side by side — made me emotional in ways I didn't expect. It felt like the universe realigned for a moment. Like time paused and whispered: they’re back, even if just for now.

From the moment the show began, I could feel the love. The stage glowed not just from the lights, but from the warmth of ARMY and the sincerity that each member brought. Hobi’s performances were electrifying — his dance, his energy, his story told not just in words but in movement. He poured his soul into every second, and it showed. “Hope on the Stage” wasn’t just a title. It was Hobi’s way of saying, this is where I began, and I’m still dancing with you.

Jungkook's entrance… I’m still not over it. His voice was raw, angelic, and haunting all at once. The way he moved on that stage, like it was second nature — it reminded me why we call him the “Golden Maknae.” He sang with a kind of ache, a quiet intensity, as if he missed us just as much as we missed him. And I know he did. There was a moment — maybe during “I wonder” — when I felt like he was singing directly to every ARMY who waited in silence, trusting that the day would come again when we’d feel this alive.

And then — Kim Seokjin. Our moon. Seeing him back on stage, smiling like the world hadn’t just paused for years, was healing. His voice, still warm and comforting, wrapped around me like a blanket. When he said “I missed you,” I felt it in my bones. His performance wasn’t flashy or loud — it was heartfelt. He didn’t need to say much. His presence alone was enough to make the tears fall.

Jamais vu made me cry for the very first time. Felt like deja vu(it rhymed haha)

Even though the others didn’t perform, their laughter, their energy, and the way they supported each other from the sidelines reminded me of what makes BTS different. Their bond. Their love for each other. Their love for us. When Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung appeared — even just watching or waving — it made it whole. It reminded me that BTS isn’t just a group. They’re a family. And so are we.

The fanchants echoing through the venue, the ocean of ARMY bombs glowing — even through a screen, it felt like I was there. I found myself chanting along, crying, laughing. We were one again. After everything — the time, the distance, the uncertainty — we reunited. And not a day too soon.

As the concert ended, I didn’t feel sadness — I felt peace. Hope. Gratitude. This was more than music. It was a shared heartbeat. A reminder that no matter where we are in the world, we’re still walking this path together. Still holding onto each other, still believing in the promise: "Borahae. I’ll love you till the end of time."

Happy 12th Anniversary, BTS. Thank you for your music, your hearts, your resilience. Thank you for staying true to who you are, and for waiting for us the way we’ve waited for you. I’m endlessly proud to be part of this story — not just as an ARMY, but as someone whose life you’ve touched in the most unexpected, beautiful ways.

Until we meet again on that stage — whether online or in person — I’ll be here. 

Waiting. Loving. Hoping.

With all my heart,
Addy💜

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