CYPHER | BTS

21: ATLANTA

- T W E N T Y O N E -

May 17, 2020
Sunday
Concert Day

📍Atlanta, Georgia
Performing at: Bobby Dood Stadium

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Choi June

"You two. Dressing room. Now."

From across the stage, I find my eyes briefly meeting Yoongi's. It doesn't take a mind-reading genius to know that Manny is pissed, given he just interrupted soundcheck by blaring his demand in Jungkook's microphone. If fans were standing outside the stadium listening in on Cypher's soundcheck, I have no doubt they'd be able to pinpoint Manny's frustration.

I've been sitting at the left end of the stage with Sukki and Yein, just admiring the music of this crazy, talented band—emphasis on the crazy—when Manny stormed up on stage and snatched the mic from Jungkook.

He walks away without another word, like we're just to assume who he is talking to. But as I get up to my feet and Yoongi sets down his guitar, albeit grudgingly, everybody in this damn stadium knows he's talking about us.

"Good luck," Sukki whispers to me. I give her a nod of acknowledgment, because I don't know what to say. To admit I'm going to need that luck would insinuate I think Manny is going to rain hell on us. And based on every bad thing I've been through on this tour, I feel like a lecture from Manny is the least of my worries.

That is, unless I get fired.

Which will not happen.

Optimism.

Yoongi leads the way with me following closely behind. We leave the band and go backstage. The bright hallway we walk down is one that blinds me, and the closer we get to the dressing room, the closer I grow anxious.

Yoongi doesn't do anything to ease my worries. Why would he? He has no obligation to.

Still.

"Are you not going to reassure me that everything will be okay?" I have to lean in on the tip of my toes to whisper in his ear, his height powering over me.

He looks over his shoulder, raises a brow as if to say 'the fuck do I look like?', and turns back around.

I told you, conscience, that Yoongi wouldn't do that, simply because he's in no position to. Besides, I'm pretty sure if he did do that, I'd find myself in trouble. Not with Manny or the mafia, but with my heart.

Oh. I guess I spoke too soon, because although Yoongi didn't say shit, he's reaching behind to grasp my hand in his.

I know from the time I've known him that he's not one to verbally share what he is feeling, though he has done it. Yoongi let's actions speak for themselves, and right now, as he holds my hand in his, I know that he's reassuring me in his own comfortable way.

This isn't the first time he's held my hand. Still, when I look down at our hands together, I continue to think the one thing I always do: his hands are hot.

I never used to have a thing for hands. Is this crazy? Yeah.

The moment we reach the dressing room doors, doom awaiting us on the other side, Yoongi drops my hand and twists the door open. Inside, Manny is sitting on one of the vanity chairs, his legs crossed and a stern expression on his face.