Revive //A Jeon Jungkook Fanfic\\

Chapter : 7

Third Person POV

I was angry at Jungkook. It wouldn't take a genius to figure that out but I tried suppressing it.

It was true that all 6 of us loved him and spoilt him to no end, but it's moments like these that make me wonder.

Jungkook you've put all of us in a spot once again.

From a distance I could hear the faint sound of Namjoon having a heated conversation with one of our managers.
Once again he was naive enough to trust him.

But I knew Jungkook like no other. I knew how he always made rash decisions in anger. And so I stayed around to listen in on what he was about to do.

"Hey Ben?- yeah this is Jungkook. I'm sending you a picture and I want her complete details." Jungkook ended the call as he sent him one of the pictures from the event. I strained my eyes to see who it was.

The girl in maroon dress.

You've got to be kidding me!
Don't tell me that he's actually blaming her after everything he's done.
Does he not remember smashing her camera?

Jk I love you but I have to say this. You're an idiot!

But it seems like I wasn't the only one who listened in on the conversation; Namjoon gave me a curt nod, following Jungkook as he left his hotel room.

Good. At Least someone would be there to stop him from doing anything stupid.

Although it would've been nice to finally meet the girl I couldn't erase from my mind.

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Lydia

It was finally the day today. The day I had been waiting for. My first ever solo event at New York Fashion Week. Still hard for me to believe it.

I was feeling a whirlwind of emotions right now. Would I be able to pull it off? was the one question that was constantly on my mind.

This was my dream ever since I attended my Mothers Fashion Show.
She always considered me her lucky charm and so I spent most of my time backstage where I grew to love the chaos, the lights and the glamour.

Growing up, my mom was my biggest supporter. Whenever I had time at hand, I used to sketch and somehow she always understood my perspective and turned my imagination into reality. Maybe I didn't realize it that time but now that I look back; I really was learning from the best.

My Mom is one of the best fashion designers in the country and my aim is to follow her footsteps and hopefully make her proud someday.

Just like my mind; the backstage was a total chaos. The production team was running around frantically trying to make sure the event was hassle free. The senior designers and stylists were making last minute fixes, models were lining up for their positions, and there was a lot of hairspray lingering in the air.

I was mesmerized by the fact that just few months ago all this collection was mere bundles of cloth; but now watching the models parade around in these exceptionally trendy pieces, my vision was brought to light.

My collection was based on street style which was a total contract to the regular runway collections. The theme spread the message of individuality and self love. I wanted everyone to love and embrace their personalities as they are because that was what fashion and styling meant to me. And so my articles were a mix of both contemporary and luxury style with added layering. Street silhouette with a tailored fit was the vibe I was going for so a lot of my collection included oversized, leather, camouflage pieces.