Showtime was here. Yuta was going to see the faces of his lovely fans and his parents. Great, his parents. The thought alone made him nervous but not to the point where he felt like puking anymore.
He surprisingly woke up early which gained shocking looks from some of the staff mainly Royce who always had to wake him up by blowing up his phone.
Yuta felt energized and it was showing throughout the day. He walked into the dressing room sporting the brightest smile he could muster. Yuta quickly sat down in the makeup chair, "What got you in such a good mood." Azira smiled as she began to prep his face the male closed his eyes letting her work her magic, "Someone gave me great advice last night and I thank them for it."
"You're welcome," Azira whispered. It soon turned into a comfortable silence the two of them grew accustomed when around one another that was until Jaehyun popped up.
"So, how long are your parents staying?" Azira quietly asked applying an overly exaggerated winged eyeliner on his smokey orange eyeshadow. Yuta thought about it before answering, "They're staying for a bit afterward and maybe for dinner as well."
Time went by in a blur and he was no longer sitting getting his face prepped to perfection for the whole stadium to see but was wearing an assortment of designer clothes followed by pieces.
The countdown started in his ear, the slow and steady drum starting matched the beating of his heart and only fueled the energy he had for the stage even more. Yuta was once again in his element. All that was on his mind was performing and like Azira said he'll kill it.
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And that's exactly what he did. Three hours later the first person greeting him was Azira with a big hug and proud smile. Something Yuta needed. His heart felt as if it were bursting from the seams, he was sweating, in need of a shower, tired but the adrenaline kept him going, but he still hugged her and listened to her telling him how great he did. "What did I say." Azira smiled brushing back the strands of his hair with her hands, "I told you, you'd kill it."
Yuta blushed but you couldn't tell due to this face already being a faint shade of red from performing and being so worked up from the show, "Thank you." He said hugging her once more before actually letting go this time.
"Hungry?" Azira asked as they walked back to the dressing room. Yuta nodded his stomach quietly growling proving his further point. "We'll eat soon." She laughed pushing open the door for the two of them.
Yuta was just planning on changing and heading out to a nearby restaurant but that plan quickly changed when he wasn't expecting to see his parents standing right there in the dressing room with big smiles and backstage passes hung proudly around his neck. "My son!" His mother gushed when she saw Yuta, rushing over to hug him and congratulate him.
"Hi, Mom." Yuta hugged her back looking over her shoulder, "Hi, Dad."
"You did amazing tonight son." His father praised him.
"Thanks." Yuta couldn't stop smiling at the praise. when his mother finally decided to let go he gave his dad a quick hug, then he stepped back to acknowledge the other person in the room who stood there with her hands in her coat.
"Guys." Yuta began, "This is someone who means a lot to me and who's also my makeup artist Azira." He introduced the woman who politely waved and smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you both."
"Polite and beautiful, are you sure you guys aren't dating?" Mrs. Nakamoto nudged her son's shoulder earning a whine in response. Azira laughed at that shoving a hand in her coat pocket, "Are you guys hungry?" She asked quickly evading the question, "Me and Yuta thought it would be nice to have dinner after the show?"
Everyone pretty much agreed quickly, both hungry and eager to eat they left the dressing room giving Yuta some time and privacy to change into something more comfortable. They'd enter his parent's rental car the two of them sitting in the back. Azira didn't mind the close capacity between them. It was nice when she could simply reach over and take Yuta's hand whenever she pleased or simply rested her head on his shoulder.
It was nice.
Yuta had his eyes closed, listening to the quiet soft music playing from the radio. His parents were talking about appetizers they could all share while Azira would sometimes join in the conversation. The night was young and filled with pleasant warm feelings.
Dinner went great, through the bright smiles and great conversations they were feeling great. Little did the two young adults who weren't quite oblivious to the fact they had feelings for one another one single sentence would change everything.
