Untold ✔

49

"You okay?" He asks as we walked to the entrance of the building. 

"I'm fine, my eyes just hurts." I answered. I blinked my eyes a few times as my view is still blurred.

Upon arriving, Jungkook asked a staff that passed by where is the lounge area of the building, the staff then led us to a big yet not full of people room right away. Jungkook had also asked him if we could have some beverages before the event start so we can freshen ourselves. The staff then agreed and left. 

"Sit here." He says as he helps me sit on one of the couches. I bent down as I put my elbow on top of both my knees and carefully massages the side of my eyelids while blinking to get the dirt out. I don't want to mess with my eyeshadows if I carelessly massage my eyelids. The eyeshadows might get smeared and if it happens, I might look like a clown. 

It's not my fault that it's windy, and some dirt had its chance to enter my eyes after we get our photo taken after we got interviewed. I was already embarrassed when we had to stop at the side of the red carpet because I cannot literally open my eyes because of those freaking dirt. 

It'll be more embarrassing if it happened while we were posing for pictures. 

Yikes! If that happened, I think we're just gonna cancel our performance later.

Speaking of our performance, he had already talked with a few of the Technical crews for tonight's event, along with the Technical Director, and informed them about our performance, and we have no problem with the lighting effects or the music playing in the background as we sing as they said they'll handle everything and will help us put a great and unforgettable performance later. 

I opened my eyes again and I sighed in relief after realizing the dirt is finally gone. Finally! "Is it gone now?" 

I nodded my head in relief as I leaned on the couch a bit. The staff who led us here comes back with a tray with two drinks in it. He gives it to us then left quickly to do his work.

"I thought something bad happened to you when you stop in a sudden earlier." He says, sipping in his drink. "Turns out, it was just some dirt got inside your eyes."

"It was windy when we were making our way inside." I murmured quietly as I reached for my drink. "Hmm... this tastes good." 

"This tastes better." He comments, offering his drink to me. I held onto his hand that's holding the glass before I sipped. "The flavor's familiar."

"Guess what is it." He challenges.

"Wait, is this the Campari you ordered last night after we finished recording?" I asked. 

"Yeah." He nods his head, continuing to drink. 

"I should've picked my drink before you could." I pouted. Though Campari is well known for its bitter taste, it still tastes good, I'd prefer it than my drink right now, which is the Bellini that has a signature pink look inspired by a pink vest on a monk in one of the famous 15th-Century artists, Giovanni Bellini's paintings. And this drink was named after him. 

"First come, first serve, yoda. Don't forget that." I just scoffed and sipped in my drink again. Bellini does taste good too but I really prefer Campari. 

We stayed in the lounge for about ten minutes before all the guests are informed that the event is about to start. 

I was... pretty calmed down when the event started. I was enjoying watching the models walk on the runway, I was enjoying clapping along with the others. In fact, I looked like a teenage girl who's just wandering around the streets, then suddenly got kidnapped and got a transformation to the point that I could not recognize my own self to replace a girl who was supposed to attend this event.