Sun and Moon

Twenty-One: Meeting BTS (Part 1)

Luna's POV

Twenty minutes later, I was holding up two options: a relaxed blue tank with Los Angeles written in large block yellow letters across it with matching blue shorts or a sleeveless black mid-length sun dress which was probably just a swimsuit coverup. I checked my phone, slightly hyperventilating as I realized I only had 40 minutes left to check out and get back upstairs to get ready. I wanted to keep the spending to a minimum, especially since Hope had insisted I use his card to pay for it and I still needed to find some cheap shoes. I certainly wasn't wearing my thigh high black boots in the daytime.

With this in mind, I chose the sun dress, since it was a bit cheaper than buying two pieces. Besides, I wasn't super thrilled at the idea of meeting the members of BTS wearing something that said LA, like I was a tourist. Not that I was crazy about the idea of wearing a dress that was probably a swimsuit coverup either, but I thought if I put my jean jacket over it, I could pull it off. I went over to the shoes and found some sandals to match the dress and then grabbed some tinted BB cream and cheap mascara since that was the best I could find. These kind of hotel stores only really stocked small items which you may have forgotten to pack, not enough to replace a whole makeup bag. I grabbed the few hair products that I could find and rushed to the register to get the items rung up.

In the elevator, my breathing was becoming more erratic. Meeting new people wasn't really my forte anyway. I pretty much kept to myself. I had a couple of coworkers I sometimes went out with on the weekends, but hadn't made any real friends since I'd moved here because I just wasn't very social and had Daniel who had taken up most of my time before. It took a lot for me to go out of my way to talk to people. And that was just normal people- not internationally acclaimed pop artists who probably made millions of dollars a year. For there was no doubt in my mind that a band that was selling out SoFi Stadium was making millions a year.

I shook myself and tried to roll out my shoulders as the elevator climbed higher. This was not helping. I tried to pull my mind away from the fact I was meeting BTS in thirty-five minutes and instead focus on breathing. Yes, just breathe, Luna. After all, Hope was one of them and he was...wonderful. He was sweet and humble and normal. They probably were too. I had almost convinced myself this was true by the time the elevator opened and I stepped out into the hall. Almost.

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Thirty minutes later, I was dressed, I had showered, only washing my body since I didn't have time to rewash my hair and had applied the little bit of makeup that I had. I blushed in the mirror when I saw that I had some marks on my neck from Hope and tried my best to cover them with BB cream. I would've worn my hair down to cover them, but it was an absolute mess from drying naturally and again, from my activities with Hope this morning, so I ended up braiding it down the side of my head and laying the braid across the worst of the faint purplish spots to cover it. The rest I think would not be noticeable since I had covered them with the tinted cream. I hoped.

I was hyperventilating slightly again, watching my flushed cheeks and wide eyes in the mirror, only able to see all the flaws in my appearance. This was the way it always was with me when I was nervous. All I could see were the bags under my eyes, the wan look of my face without eyeliner or eyeshadow to sharpen and embolden it, bringing out the best features and improving them.

Hope came up behind me and when he saw me, his face split into huge, sweet smile that made my heart skip a little. He slid his long arms around my waist from behind and dipped his head into my neck, kissing it lightly and making my breath pick up, before looking back up at the me in the mirror.

"Are you about ready, jagi?" He asked quietly, as he smiled at my reflection. I nodded, the slight smile which had softened my features on seeing him slowly sliding off my face. It was strange, as he held me fast in front of the mirror, I could actually see my facial expressions changing. I wasn't used to seeing myself aside from doing my makeup or checking my reflection a few times throughout the day to make sure nothing was amiss. My eyes were still huge and my heart was racing. I could actually see the terror on my face that I usually just felt upon meeting new people. I took a deep breath and worked at relaxing my face.