The Afterlife: A BTS Story

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-One week later....
(Seokjin POV)
We started the tour yesterday. First stop the U.S.A.
In the week before we left, Mary and I got a bit closer. I didn't want to ask about those pictures on her wall because I didn't want to come off as jealous, even though we're not in a relationship. But I do have to admit, it bothers me a little. I think I may like her but it's too early to determine.

Our first concert for the tour is tonight and I'm pumped. I've been stressing out, waiting for this moment. And now that it's finally here, I'm gonna kill it. Like I said, I'm ready but my mind is somewhere else. Mary.

Once I began to talk to her more and more, I got to see a softer side of her. The night before I got on my plane we went to a private restaurant that I know about because I can't exactly eat in public without security. She kept asking questions on why we couldn't go out in public and I lied, and lied, and then lied again. I felt so bad but what could I do.  In two months all could be told to her. I just needed time.

(Namjoons POV)
"Jin. Jin. Jin! JIN!"
"Ya! Why isn't he answering? He's been so out of it lately. He needs to be on task tonight hyung."Jungkook had been picking up on Jins' lack of concentration lately and so were all the other members. It was really starting to worry me. This is the last tour and he's acting this way at the wrong time. All because of that girl. Mary.

I walked over to the lovesick boy and took his shoulders and shook them until he was angry.
"QUIT IT! NAMJOON! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, STOP?!" He pushed me off of him, and I stepped up just as fuming. "PAY ATTENTION! We kept calling your name, dress rehearsal starts on stage in five and the concert starts in three hours. Get out of your head Jin!" I walked away pissed off. That woman was ruining our tour and we can't afford to mess up.

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"5...6...7...8. 1....2...STOP! SEOKJIN WHAT'S GOING ON WITH YOU?! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME YOU'VE MESSED UP!" Our choreographer is fuming with Jin. He won't stop messing up and our concert is in two hours.

I walk off stage and approach the steaming woman who made the dance Jin can't seem to do. "Can we take fi-" They turned around with a tomato red face from anger. "Yes, talk to him!" Angel yelled.

Angel has been our choreographer since the beginning. No matter how many times I piss them off they stay by my side. Not that i like them or anything, I just think that they're really nice and pretty, and-

"Joon. Joonie. NAMJOON!" I turned and saw Angel yelling at me. "Huh?" Oh my god, they caught me staring, I was supposed to help Jin. "Are you alright?" They place their hand on my shoulder and looked at me with concern. "Uhm, yeah I'm fine." I'm clearly lying. "You know what, stay here I'll talk to Jin." I watched as they walked into his dressing room. Shit, I can't believe they saw me. God, they probably think I'm weird. 

(Angels POV)
"Seokjin?" I peeped my head in to see if he was in the main dressing room, but no Seokjin. I continued looking throughout the backstage for the missing idol. I actually didn't have an issue talking to Seokjin. I kinda liked the thought of it. Kinda. My last relationship was really rocky and Jin helped me out of it. I grew really fond of him and have yet to stop.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the chatter of what sounded like a man and a woman. There wasn't anyone back here but Jin and I, where is the feminine voice coming from? I followed the voices all the way up to the lounge room.

To my dismay, the voice is coming through a phone. At least the feminine voice was, the male was Jin himself.

"Jin?"
The tall man turned around and his face immediately went dark, I guess he didn't want to see me.