The Show Must Go On

7

"thank you so much, everyone."

We bowed to all the staffs who helped us so that we could finish our performance smoothly. We took a photo of us for the OOTD and for our individual accounts.

I walked slowly on the stage because I am wearing high heels and the stage was slippery. We got welcomed by our staffs on the backstage, and I stopped walking when I saw moonbin and his bandmates. I was about to call him but a tall guy with broad shoulders covered my sight.

"you look good." jungkook said while scanning me from head to toe.

"why are you here?" I asked him and continued walking towards our dressing room.

I looked at the part of the backstage where I saw moonbin earlier but he's not there already.

"we're one of the artist who will be performing, obviously." he answered with a smile, but his voice was full of sarcasm.

"Oh? Really?" I made face and entered the dressing room. He tailed me until I sat on the chair in front of the mirror. He sat in the chair beside mine and my make up started putting make up on the part of my face where I sweat too much.

"let's walk together on the stage later." he smiled at me while his eyes were pleading.

I glared at him. "you should stand and walk with your group." I declined his offer.

"then, walk with us later!" he insisted

"why are you insisting your idea?"

He pouted. When did he start acting cute in front of me? Disgusting.

"fine, then don't. Have you settled the fight between you and sowon?" he changed the topic.

Unfortunately, I need someone to tell about what happened between me and sowon last night. And he's the one who's texting me that time so, I told him about my problem.

I settled the fight between me and sowon last night. I saw her drinking her milk, getting ready to sleep so I didn't waste any time and talk to her. She said sorry, and I did too. That's the only thing that matters. We forgave each other.

I just nod at him as an answer. Jungkook talk and talk while we're watching the other idols performing through the television inside our dressing room.

"do you want to go with us tomorrow night? We will be having a dinner." he offered.

"with your 97 liners friends?" I looked at him.

He nodded. "yeah, we have free time before our rehearsals for the new year eve's live concert happen."

I'm thinking about saying yes to his offer since i have a free time too, but why would I do that? Like I care about his friends? His friends were just his friends, my friends were different.

And besides, I want to talk to moonbin. Maybe I can ask him to meet so that I could talk to him.

How is he, by the way?

Before I could answer, his phone vibrated on the table. He put his phone earlier on the table in front of the mirror.

I didn't mean to take a peek on his screen but I looked away immediately when a familiar face was flashed on his phone's screen.

It was his tattoo artist.

He cleared his throat and took the phone but declined the call
He put his phone in his pocket and smiled awkwardly.

"why did you decline the call?"

Shit. Did I just ask that stupid question like a jealous girlfriend? I mentally rolled my eyes.