it was quite a lonely night
in the blink of an eye
the dark faded out
blooming under the sunlight
memories of me and you
Jungkook is starting to lose his passion for music, when all of the sudden, he meets Lyra.
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started...
"Damn it," I whispered sharply under my breath as I messed up the step of this dance, again. I ignored the worried looks that everyone exchanged with each other.
"Maybe we should be done for the day," Hoseok suggested to Namjoon, fighting the urge to send a suggestive look in my direction. I just stared at the floor trying to remember the step I keep somehow forgetting.
"Yeah, you're right. It's getting late anyways and we've been here almost all day," he said as he looked at the time on his phone.
He was right, it was almost 11 p.m. and I had been here since 8 a.m.
With that, everyone was dismissed from their positions and began packing up their stuff.
"Hey, Jungkook," a quiet voice said to me. I looked in the direction of its source only to be met with two big, brown eyes staring at me worriedly. "Are you alright? You don't seem as focused as you used to be."
I know he was just checking up on me, but I was too upset with myself to talk to someone right now. I just needed space.
"I'm fine, Jimin. Thanks for asking though," I answered trying to sound as convincing as possible.
I knew he could see right through me, so I simply grabbed my belongings off the floor and made a beeline for the exit, without giving him the chance to say another word.
At first, I loved it. Being an idol, that is. Sharing my passion for music and dance with people all over the world has been an actual dream come true. But lately, it's become draining. My group, BTS, has been gaining a lot of popularity recently and while that may seem like a good thing, there are many negatives as well.
Because of our popularity, the pressure to always be perfect and do well has increased. If I make one mistake, thousands of people will see me as a failure, and I don't want to let our fans down. Every little thing has to be perfect, or else I don't deserve to be called an idol.
The only person who knows how I've been feeling is Jimin, and he doesn't even know all of it. I refuse to tell my members the whole truth. They have enough to deal with as it is. Keeping all of my feelings bottled up is the only way that I can keep going.
Yet, I can't help but wish I had somebody to confide in. Somebody that would pick up all of my broken pieces and help me fix them.
I was surrounded by so many people, yet I had never felt so alone.
Before I knew it, I had already made it to my car. I got in and debated on where I should go as my apartment just didn't sound appealing at the moment.
