Yuta hardly slept that night. He normally doesn't, especially when it comes to him performing. It took him two and a half bottles of warm milk and an aspirin to finally fall asleep.
His driver Mr. Lee came later at noon. It had the usual small talk but Yuta wasn't paying attention to it he had other things on his mind.
"Are we even there yet?" Yuta sighs from the backseat his eyes tired from previous events. Mr. Lee chuckled eyes still on the road "I've just pulled away from your place sir."
Yuta groaned he had less than a couple of minutes in the limo to get his shit together. He can't let his tiredness diminish his mood. It was showtime—well show time for him since the concert started in two hours.
He almost fell asleep when the limo stopped signaling that they'd arrived at the arena.
As soon as he left the car it was like a switch went on. No more tired Yuta even though it was still evident he tried not to show it. Immediately felt adrenaline and could hear those chants already.
Paparazzi greeted him. He didn't pay them any mind ignoring the blinding lights, and cameras going off as he walked inside the building.
He knew where he was going. He let his legs lead him to where he needed to be. Entered the dressing room, Yuta grew even more excited just by the mere thought of being on stage.
"Look who's early." Jaehyun sarcastically greets him with a smile. Yuta rolled his eyes and headed straight for the makeup seat sitting on the comfortable cushions.
"Good afternoon."Azira greets quietly eyeing the usual bubbly boy who was very quiet "You look a mess."
Yuta looked at his phone "Well then it's your job and make me look better." Azira tried not to say anything that might make her lose her job.
Azira ignored the feeling forming in her chest as she grabbed hair clips pinning the red hair back and began to work.
Everything is perfectly fine she thought to herself as she added primer and other things the rockstar didn't need. She grabbed a brush and began doing a soft gold look that matched his first outfit for the night.
She put the brush down and makeup pallet "Finished." And not a single thank you...nothing as he left going over to Jaehyun. Azira tried to remain claim. After all, she was just a makeup artist that's all.
Azira bit her lip grabbing wipes and cleaning the remaining primer on her hand.
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"You're gonna kill it," Somi assures as she helps put on his jacket. The lack of a shirt underneath showed off his tan torso with numerous chains, and necklaces atop it "Break a leg." Tyra smiles before getting whisked away to the makeup table.
"I'll be taking that." Jaehyun snatches the rock star's phone walking away quickly not wanting to hear anything. Yuta didn't say anything as he had to focus on something bigger tonight.
The rockstar walked to the body mirror, checking himself out as he fixed the rings adorned on his fingers "Time." He asks his eyes never leaving the mirror he looks amazing and he knows they'll love it too.
"It's time for you to go on stage." Jaehyun pushes him out of the room. He quickly got back on schedule, his earpiece and mic already set.
Azira looked up from the station, seeing how he left without a word. Rolling her eyes, she began to get things for the breaks between sets.
She couldn't leave just yet, she had to be backstage to touch up or change Yuta's look.
Yet no matter what, no matter how many times she tried to see the rockstar as some self-absorbed idiot who always had his head in the clouds. she couldn't. Her mind always went back to when they hung out, a small smile threatening to form.
