My Bias Gets On The Last Train Chapter 1

Okay, so picture this: me, standing on a ridiculously crowded platform, clutching a half-eaten bag of chips (because priorities), convinced I’m about to miss the last train home. This isn't a dramatic reenactment of a rom-com, although I wish it was. Nope, this is real life, starring my unyielding, and slightly embarrassing, bias getting me into trouble, which brings us to Chapter 1 of my ongoing saga, “My Bias Gets On The Last Train.”

For those not in the know (and bless your pure, unbiased hearts), a “bias” in this context isn’t some political leaning or a weird obsession with only eating orange foods (though that's a different story for another time). No, this is a K-Pop bias. Essentially, my favourite member of my favourite group. The sun to my moon, the ramen to my kimchi, you get the idea. It’s a perfectly normal and healthy… ahem… slightly passionate fandom. Anyway, his name is Jimin and he's got this habit of doing these surprise lives on VLive which brings me here.

The Night of Unexpected Content

So, there I was, thinking I was all responsible, having actually left work on time for once. I was even considering making a healthy dinner! (Okay, maybe ordering healthy-ish takeout). Then, the notification pops up. Jimin is live. Now, missing a live stream is like missing a comet. You might only get one shot, and if you blink, you’ll forever regret it. It's basically a crime against the fandom.

The reasonable part of my brain (a tiny, squeaky voice, mind you) was like, “Hey, maybe watch it on your commute?” But the Jimin-obsessed part of my brain (the one with the megaphone) screamed, "ARE YOU INSANE?! He could reveal the secrets of the universe! He could spontaneously combust into pure sunshine! YOU MUST WATCH IMMEDIATELY!" Guess who won that argument?

Spoiler alert: it wasn't the reasonable part. I found a relatively quiet corner in the office (next to the perpetually broken coffee machine, naturally), and dove headfirst into the live stream. Three hours later (yes, three! Apparently, he was feeling chatty), I emerge blinking, disoriented, and suddenly aware that the sun has set. Oops.

The Perils of Public Transport

Now, I live outside the city, which means the last train is less a train and more a mythical creature that disappears into the night, never to be seen again. Missing it means a very expensive taxi ride or, even worse, having to beg my super-judgy neighbor for a ride. Neither option is appealing.

I sprint to the station, tripping over approximately three different things (including what I think was a rogue shopping trolley wheel), all while clutching my phone and praying to every deity I can think of. I arrive at the platform just as the doors are hissing shut. Dramatic, I know. But this is my life, folks.

Here’s where the first layer of my bias-induced craziness really hit. Instead of just accepting my fate and booking an Uber, I… well, I’ll tell you.

• Level 1: Panic Mode. This involves a lot of frantic waving and pleading with the train conductor, who looks about as impressed as a cat being forced into a bath.
• Level 2: Desperate Measures. I may or may not have attempted to pry the doors open with my bare hands. (Don't worry, I failed miserably).
• Level 3: The Bias Bargain. This is where I started making deals with the universe. "If I make this train, I promise to only listen to non-K-Pop music for a week!" (A promise I immediately regretted and knew I wouldn't keep). "If I make this train, I will finally clean my apartment!" (Okay, maybe that one I would try to keep).

The train, of course, remained stubbornly closed. The conductor gave me a look that could curdle milk and then, with a final hiss, the train pulled away, leaving me standing there, alone on the platform, with nothing but my half-eaten bag of chips and my burning shame.

The Aftermath (and the Humor in Hindsight)

So, what happened next? Well, let's just say it involved a very expensive taxi ride, a very awkward conversation with the taxi driver about the merits of Korean pop music (he wasn't convinced), and a promise to myself that I would never, ever, let a live stream dictate my life again. (Spoiler alert: I did. Repeatedly.)

But here's the thing: as much as I regret missing the train, as much as I cringe at my own behavior, I can't help but laugh about it now. Because that’s what fandom is all about, right? It’s about being a little crazy, a little obsessive, and a whole lot passionate about the things you love. It’s about having those moments where you make questionable decisions in the name of your bias. And it’s about having stories to tell, stories that make your friends laugh and shake their heads and say, "Only you!"

And let’s be honest, the live stream was pretty epic. He did this really cute thing where he- Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I promise. For now. (But seriously, go check it out on VLive. You won’t regret it.)

The moral of the story? Maybe set a timer when your bias goes live. Or, you know, just move closer to the city. Or, you know, give up sleep altogether, which honestly seems like the most viable option at this point. I will keep you all updated about my continuing bias adventures. But, this is just the first chapter!

Surprising Fact: Did you know that in South Korea, it's actually considered impolite to call someone older than you by their first name? Even if they're your ultimate bias! I just thought that was interesting... and maybe a little helpful for future fan encounters.