The Blood Sweat and Tears video had just dropped and I was beyond ecstatic. This was the first time we'd tried a concept like this, more sensual and mature. I was super proud of the boys for what they had achieved. And for the first time in a long time, I was proud of myself.
Army had never seen this side of me, but I thought I looked hot in the music video, and the parts I did, worked out the most aesthetically pleasing out of all our videos. I couldn't wait to see what our fans thought of this new venture for us.
The rest of the guys knew how excited I was for this release, and each had complimented me on being able to pull it off. I could tell they were proud of their little Maknae for being able to be so versatile with my performances.
Of course I hadn't seen the whole video stitched together yet, we always waited to react to it together, but what I had witnessed while filming was enough to tell me that this was a masterpiece. Our director had really outdone himself this time.
"Hana?" Jimin poked his head in the door of my room, where I was jamming out to our newest song, jumping around in my pj's. He laughed seeing how excitable I was, "We're gonna react to the music video." He stifled another laugh seeing me lip sync to Namjoon's rap, grinning ear to ear, using my hairbrush as a mic, "Get dressed. Meet downstairs in five."
"On it." I answered, letting the song play again as I threw on some comfy lounge clothes, bouncing my way down the stairs to see the guys crowded around a laptop.
"Took you long enough." Jungkook grumbled, but not even his snide remark could dampen my mood today. I sat down purposely in front of Jimin and Jin, on the floor in front of the laptop. I'd never been more excited for anything in my life.
Joon let the camera record, and I reached forward to start the video. As I predicted it was beautifully done, the guys looked perfect in their royal attire. And the striking floor length crimson gown the stylists had put me in made me look, truly, like a queen. Each of us members had golden embellishments on our outfits, tying the whole piece together.
Taehyung nudged me as my part played, I grinned widely. It was even more magical now that it had been edited. I was sitting atop the balcony of the museum, watching the guys below, there was a dark, regretful look in my eye as I sang. And I was flicking a golden dagger in one hand. I looked like a bad ass bitch.
"Woah, Hana." Jimin fanned himself playfully, "That was just too sexy for me to handle."
I laughed at him, slapping his knee playfully.
As the video came to a close I couldn't help but clap like a seal, bouncing in my seat, "You guys!" I was grinning like a fool, "We looked so good. I'm so proud of us."
Each member gave a closing comment before I insisted I rush off to my room, determined to see what Army thought of it. They'd just love it, I knew. This was something they'd never seen before and it would blow them away.
As I opened my laptop, I was rudely awoken to a reality I didn't want to see. Endless tweets, comments and tags...about how people hated how I acted in this music video.
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I love Hana, but girl this is not it.HateXHana
She definitely slept with them all to get where she is today. Not a talented bone in her body7BTS
They're better off without her, she ruined this video, cringing at how she tried to be 'sexy.'PurpleBangtan
Hana is 18. Who the hell okayed her to dance like this?ARMY_BTS
That dress was too much. Way too low cutHANAlove
That scene with the dagger? No. Just no. Hana is my bias but whoever directed her to mess about with a knife needs fired.
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