BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2016

Chapter 29- Wrong Number

June 9th, 2016:

I was sitting in the makeup chair quietly. Daeseong was styling my hair in a half-up half-down style. He had been doing it for some time, so much so that my makeup had been finished at least 10 minutes ago. I was trying to calm my nerves before the show. I had realised I was being a little jumpy around people like stylists and makeup artists touching me or getting too near. I hadn't thought yesterday's mob had affected me that much, but evidently, my subconscious thought differently.

"I can't believe what happened to you yesterday," Daeseong said, breaking the silence.

"What?" I say, coming out of my trance, "oh yeah... it was a little crazy".

"I would've probably broken down in the middle of the crowd," he continued, "I'm very impressed with how you handled it".

"Thank you," I smile feebly, "I'm glad you guys didn't have to deal with it".

Daeseong smiled warmly. He kept trying to style a chunk of hair to cover the very faint scar on my forehead. The makeup artists no longer fully covered it anymore but did the usually amount which meant, while it was somewhat covered up, it could still be visible under certain lights and angles.

"Don't worry about it," I say, "it doesn't have to be covered up. I'll be moving around too much anyway. It's fine".

"Oh right. Okay," he said, looking a little upset but moved on nonetheless.

"Ok, I think she's good," the head stylist said, coming up to us, "move on to Suga please".

I smile at Daeseong and get up to sit on the couch, looking a little dazed, trying to get myself together.

"You good?" Seokjin asked, sitting down next to me and patting my thigh.

I jump slightly.

"Yeah... just running through the show in my head," I nod. Seokjin doesn't seem to buy it.

"What did people do? In the crowd, yesterday?" he questioned quietly, looking worried.

"Nothing, it was just a huge crowd. A lot of people really close to each other... we were bound to touch," I say, trying to rationalise it in my own mind.

"You'd tell us if something more happened right?" Seokjin asked concerned.

"Of course, I would. But nothing did. Don't worry," I answer confidently. Of course, I would tell them if something big had happened, but nothing had. That's why even I had a bit of trouble justifying the way I was acting.

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We were mid-concert, and I was rushing backstage. I quickly changed and stylists gathered around to touch up my makeup and braid my hair. It was usually crowded and suffocating like this during concerts, but now it felt even more so. Daeseong organised my fly-away hairs while two stylists worked on my jewelry and skirt.