The silver hoops looked good. She had great choice. Jungkook quickly wore them. Those earrings looked just good on him. He glanced at the girl, wearing a white tee, jacket and jeans. Her hair in a ponytail and a clipboard in her hand.
Chewing on her lips, Maya's eyes moved from one corner to the other. Stage decoration was no joke. Non at all. She was sweating, hoping that all would just play out. It was Jungkook's big day.
What if the light doesn't shine enough? What if out of nowhere the stage cracks? Or what if the trees and waterfall are too distracting? Oh my gosh! What if the dark, starry theme wasn't just it?
A sudden sound of sobbing, distracted Maya. She snapped her head around, trying to find out who was crying. She saw a very masculine figure, shoulders slumped down. Poor little thing!
"Excuse me, sir..."
Haneol, quickly rubbed away his tears. Kim Haneol. Every girl saw him as THE GUY. He was a jock all throughout his life. He was the captain of his team. And he was always taught not to cry. Girls cry. Men don't cry. Men feel none. Men are strong.
"Ye-yes?"
Maya smiled, she could still see th tears in his eyes. She had kept her handkerchief somewhere around... Um... Here! Yeah found it!
"Here, I saw you crying..."
"No you didn't! Men don't cry!"
So this is the case? Misogyny? Toxic masculinity? Okay, Maya. It's on you now.
"But humans do."
Haneol looked at the girl in front of him. She radiated a warmth. A smile on her lips, deep dimples at the corner of her lips. She represented one of his friends. One of the dearest. Just a bit tanner.
She was his dearest friend during his school days. But what about his reputation? That's why behaved like a prick with her. He regrets every bit.
Maya continued, with a smile. Her voice warmer than honey,
"You are a human, sir. The difference between a man and human is the thin line of toxicity. Embracing your emotions is not going to make you a less of a man. You are a human, so please try to love yourself because of who you are. Don't create boundaries that others think are right."
Haneol took the handkerchief. How could he deny her? A perfect ray of sunshine!
"Thanks..."
"You can call me Maya."
"I'm Haneol."
"If you don't mind me asking, why were you crying?"
Haneol's lower lip peeked out, his eyes started getting watery. A perfect puppy face. He showed Maya his thumb. A thumbtack was stuck on it. Blood oozing out.
"Bloody Hell! You are hurt Haneol!"
Maya glanced at the wrist watch, it was about time BTS hit the stage. Her eyes went back and forth between the stage, Haneol and the wrist watch. She can't be two places at once. What if she has to be?
"Haneol, I'm trusting you with the most precious thing I got."
Maya pulled Haneol and ran towards Jungkook's dressing room. May luck be in her favour.
"Haneol, here's ice. Stay here, inside the room, I gotta head out, okay?"
Maya pushed him inside Jungkook's room. Her feet running, aimlessly towards the stage. BTS hadn't started performing...
"Alright, we're about to start..."
Damn it! Maya tripped on her own feet. She wasn't that far away from the stage. Jungkook saw her silhouette of her tripping down. But he can't do anything now. His heart wrenched with pain. But he masked the pain.
"Good Luck Jungkook. Burn the stage. You guys are the best group of people I've met. The fire inside you, deserves to burn. Saranghae."
Jungkook's eyes widened. Ofcourse! The earpiece. Maya smiled, seeing his face glow up. Thank God, she had begged for being connected to his earpiece.
The music playing in his ear. His heartbeating. Yes Jungkook. Burn the damn stage!
Do your thang
Do your thang with me now
Do your thang
Do your thang with me now
What's my thang
What's my thang tell me now
Tell me now
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Maya had gotten to her feet now, dusting of her knees, she watched her man dance his heart out. Decked up in black. How did he fall in love with her? He was so out of her league. Jimin and Jungkook just had sang the intro. And it was already heavenly. The seven royalties.
Ayy
Simjangi ttwiji anneundae
Deoneun eumageul deureul ttae
Tryna pull up
Sigani meomchun deuthae
Oh that would be my first death
I been always afraid of
Suga. Min Yoongi. Agust D. Maya hummed as he saw Yoongi rap his verse. They were talented. Maybe more talented than some of the players in this game.
Ige nareul deo mot ullindamyeon
Nae gaseumeul deo tteollige mot handamyeon
Eojjeom ireoke han beon jukgetji ama
But what if that moment's right now
Right now
Kim Namjoon. Rap Monster. Rap Mon. RM. The Leader of BTS. BTS started with his dream. He was the reason Jungkook stayed. He lit the fire in the seven souls. He is the reason BTS exists. His love for music summoned the rest. But he, singing and writing and producing a song about the love for music dying out slowly, made Maya's heart wrench.
Gwitgaen neurin simjang soriman bump bump bump
Beoseonallaedo geu ipsogeuro jump jump jump
V. Kim Taehyung. His velvety deep voice laced with an emotion ungeard and only felt if you know the story. His intricate and sharp features, highlighted by the dim lights. Why didn't the people out their find them interesting?
Eotteon noraedo wadachi mothae
Sori eomneun soril jilleo
Park Jimin, painted with the softest colours of heaven. His eyes glowing. Was it tears? Was it hardwork? Or was it just the light? Whatever it is, it is for their last attempt.
Modeun bichi chimmukaneun bada yeah yeah yeah
Gil ileun nae balmogeul tto jaba yeah yeah yeah
Eotteon sorido deulliji ana yeah yeah yeah
Killin' me now
Killin' me now
Do you hear me yeah
Jungkook dancing his heart out in the center. The boys shone equally bright. They were meant for the stage. Jimin's voice was soft and reeked of elegance. They all were different, but came together beautifully.
Hollin deut cheoncheonhi garaanja nah nah nah
Momburimchyeobwado sabangi badak nah nah
Modeun sungandeuri yeongwoni dwae yeah yeah yeah
Film it now
Film it now
Do you hear me yeah
Jin. Kim Seokjin. A true ethereal Prince. His voice soft and his aura comforting. Honestly pairing Taehyung and Jin for the chorus was a brilliant decision. Their voice just merged heavenly. Their visuals highlighting the essence of the other five.
Deeper
Yeah I think I'm goin' deeper
Jakku chojeomeul ileo
Ijen noajwo sileo
Charari nae ballo galge
Naega ttwieodeureogalge
Gajang gipeun goseseo
Naneun nal bwasseo
Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. How could they ignore his smile? How blind can they be to sleep on his talents? Their talents. Maya felt her heart shattering into small pieces. Even though she keeps on assuring Jungkook that it will be okay, but still it stings. The seven boys gave up their everything for nothing.
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FanfictionI want to breathe, I hate this night I want to wake up, I hate this dream Maya, it's a strange case, you know? "We-wear something Jeon. You would catch a cold." "Then hold me in your arms. I would be warm that way." "That's because you love me." ...
