"One glance is enough to fall in love with someone."
It only complicates things more when you realize that you're just as madly in love with him, as he is with you.
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; pjm x oc | idol au
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Loud cheers were heard from the crowd once the MCs announced that BTS had won and Black Rose had come in second place once again, this time with a 638 point difference.
The interactions pretty much remained the same as yesterday, the same recognizable idols and idol groups bowing and paying respects to both BTS and the five of us, with a few people missing and a few new people here and there.
My eyes wandered off to the pink-haired man once BTS had appeared in front of us. We exchanged mutual bows and tons of 'congratulations' were made from our side. I made a 'congratulations' to the leader of the group in front of me, though my mind was still distracted by the sight of Jimin behind the leader.
"Is your foot doing okay?" I wanted to ask him, out of human concern. He seemed to fine during the performance, but it was quite obvious that was his professionalism, and that was something I wished you could praise him for. I could bet millions of dollars that the fans watching, who didn't know about Jimin's injury, they would never have been able to guess that the man was injured. He didn't even flinch when the weight was shifted to his injured leg.
I had taken so many mental notes from their performance. It was inspiring, I wanted to be like him.
As if the pink-haired had read my mind, more like my eyes that kept glancing at him, desperately looking for an answer to the question roaming through my mind, "is your foot okay? are you doing okay?"
"I'm fine," he mouthed with a grin, "Thank you."
The four words alone were enough to bring a smile to my face. It was good to know he was doing okay, especially when it was coming from his own mouth.
I quickly erased the smile off my face once I was backstage, not wanting passing idols and the staff to think I was a creep for smiling so broadly despite coming in second place.
Before the staff could hand me some makeup removal pads, I ran off to the changing room with my clothes. A deep sigh of relief left my mouth once I had changed into my clothes. The uncomfortable stage clothing was finally stripped off my body and put back on the rack where I had taken it from a little over two hours ago.
"I'll take it off in the car," I told the staff, taking the makeup removal pads she'd been wanting to give me since we got back to the waiting room.
Running late on the schedule, we all made our way to the vans parked outside. I subtly scanned the hallways of Music Bank.
