Trapped | KTH

7| Crack

Usually the award show started in the evening but today, for some reason Mnet thought it'd be nice to start in the afternoon.

"Taehyung-ah, why are you so quiet today? Usually you'd talk to no end." The stylist asked you as she worked on your eye make-up.

"I'm just...nervous."You replied, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't be. You'll do great as always." She gave you a kind smile which you reciprocated.

In the past few days, you saw how almost everyone treated Taehyung in a caring and gentle manner. He must be a nice person for people to care for him so much.

You were kind of jealous of him that he had so many people to love him. You had never experienced that much of affection in your whole life as much as you had been receiving this week.

"Now, I know you hate it but it's part of your look tonight." The stylist said as she handed you grey contact lenses. You wore them carefully and blinked a few times to let them set in, your eyes burning ever so slightly. You had never worn contacts before because you had a perfect vision.

"You look amazing Tae!" The stylist giggled as she pinched your cheek. Are stylists always so touchy with their idols? Or is it just BTS?

"Thanks." You smiled at her. She did a few touch ups on your hair before leaving you alone with a 'fighting!' gesture.

You stared at yourself, well, at V in the mirror.

"This is my chance. My day. My stage. I'm going to prove myself. I can do it!" You told yourself.

"Nervous?" Naya asked, holding your shoulders, meeting your eyes in the mirror. She, well Jimin, looked rather good tonight too in the black striped coat he was sporting over a white silk shirt.

"No. Excited." You grinned.

"Of course." Naya chuckled. "Let's do it!" She held out her fist which you bumped with yours.

"5 minutes to standby." The organizer called. You'd be performing anytime soon now that the rookies and other groups were done which you had been watching through the monitor in the greenroom.

"Jimin! Touch up!" A stylist called out.

"Coming Noona!" Naya shouted back. She squeezed your shoulders for the last time before skipping over to the stylist, making lame attempts at flirting with her.

"Taehyung-ah, come here." Your stylist called you and you went over. She straightened out the creases on your clothes with a steam iron before making sure your hair and make up were perfect.

"Don't be nervous. You'll do just fine, okay?" She smiled at you and you smiled back with a nod. You couldn't help but wonder why she told Taehyung to not be nervous. Did he get nervous often to go on stage? It's been seven years since he debuted though, he should be way past that fear. "Now, go rock the stage!" She giggled before leaving you.

All of you were on standby and were going to get on stage in a minute.

"Okay guys, huddle!" Namjoon called. Everyone huddled together, arms over eachother as Namjoon spoke.

"We're going to go and rule that stage. We're in this as BTS and will always be. If we don't get the award no problem, but, we have to do our best! If you make any mistakes, it's alright, don't panic. Be happy and think of the wonderful fans supporting us. Are we ready?" He put his hand in the middle, facing down. Everyone as well as you followed.

"BTS..." He started, "Fighting!" Everyone exclaimed.

The lights on the stage went out as all of you took your positions for Black Swan, you and Naya passing eachother a final smile.