The One

Chapter 31

Lilly:

I bite my lip nervously, tapping my foot as the makeup artist applies my makeup.

"Stay still," She smirks. I make a small assenting noise, taking a few deep breaths. I look over to the other side of the room where the BTS members sit. We will be performing in 10 minutes. I have never been more nervous in my life.

Why did I say yes? Why??

"It'll be okay," I peer to my right, trying not to move too much. The backup dancer who will be dancing with Yoongi smiles kindly at me.

"Mm," Is all I can say. She chuckles, but not in a cruel way. Like a senior would chuckle at a nervous rookie.

"First time performing in front of a crowd?" She asks.

"Yeah, I've never performed before," Her eyes go wide. I don't think she was expecting me to say yes.

"They're letting you perform even though you've never performed before?" She gasps in disbelief, "Wow, I guess being Yoongi's girlfriend really has its perks,"

I laugh weakly. I'm unsure whether that was a jab at me or if she is just being nice.

"She's a really good dancer though," One of the other backup dancers appears between us.

"How so?" The girl frowns, "We all learnt the same dance,"

Okay, maybe her comment was meant to be offensive.

"She learnt it on Monday," The girl rolls her eyes, "We've been practising for a month,"

The other girl nods her head in mock approval.

"Not bad," She smirks, "Better not mess up,"

I tense my jaw, deciding what to say. Should I be sarcastic? Passive aggressive? Nice?

I decide on passive-aggressive.

"You better not mess up too," I turn and stand as the makeup artist lets me go, "Doing worse than me would be embarrassing,"

The girl frowns, glaring up at me. I smirk with satisfaction.

You might be dancing with my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean you have the upper hand.

I turn again, following the other backup dancer.

"Good one," She whispers as soon as we're far enough away, "To be honest, she's really stuck up. I think she's just jealous that you are dating one of the members,"

We giggle together, ecstatic over the thought of her being jealous.

I decide to go see the BTS members and hopefully get Yoongi to calm my nerves.

Namjoon is doing a pre-concert talk. The boys cheer in unison.

I make eye contact with Yoongi. He gestures to the seat beside him. I walk over, sitting beside him.

"Nervous?" He asks, his eyes full of humour.

"Very," I rub my legs as the anxiety increases. Yoongi chuckles quietly, taking my hand.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine," He smiles, "You practised well. You're a better dancer than any of those girls. The one dancing in front of me stepped on my toes ten times in the first week,"

I snicker, looking over at her. She's finished her makeup, glaring at us like we're being indecent.

"Ready?" I look up at Jungkook. He's wearing black jeans with a loose button-up shirt, the same as Jimin. They both look very attractive, more so with the contacts and makeup. I blush, embarrassed by the direction of my thoughts.