(BTS FF) Ending Green

five⋇⋆✦⋆⋇to-do list: perform

Riya's POV

"Are we ready?"

I scan the assembly line of my friends.

Their costumes are perfectly designed thanks to their fashion team—all of which I will thank profusely for the rest of my life—and I clap my hands with excitement.

I feel better than I have for the past few days, and I'm not sure why, but I'm pinning it on the flashy outfits being a sneak peek into a world that could soon be mine. 

The rush of the dressing room, hurrying to get makeup done, putting on your stage outfit, prepping your voice, and doing a miniature run-through of the dance is incredible. It leaves me with no time to think of anything else, and it's just what I want; it's just what I've worked for.

Today is the day that will hopefully distract me from the root of everything.

"This is amazing!" I grin widely, propping up on the heels of my shoes. "I just want to say, even if you're not ready, you all look very ready."

"It'd be even more amazing if these weren't so scratchy," Taehyung says while fixing his pant leg. "Did we have to pick this fabric out of all the other ones?"

"Snoozers are losers," Yoongi states drily, causing Taehyung to quip, "Coming from the one who's always sleeping."

Yoongi sighs. "You could've had the pair with fleece inside, but you weren't awake. I was."

"The one time!" Taehyung bursts. "The one time you're not sleeping, and you get the fleece pants."

"It's okay," I cut in. "Taehyung, you look very nice in your scratchy pants."

He gives me a look. "You're just happy because you have the comfiest outfit."

"Would you like to try putting latex gloves on?" I retort, gaining an indignant grunt from him in the process.

"Now that we have that settled," I continue. "We have ten minutes before Seic gets here. Can we run-through it from the top?"

Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, saying, "Well, I just ate something, so I'll get cramps—"

I break him off, declaring, "From the top!"

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"Oh no, oh no, oh no." 

I'm a mess as seven minutes later and three minutes early, Seic is walking through the doors. The production team waves at him, and with his attention caught, I quickly motion the boys off the stage and scurry after them. 

Once behind the curtains, I'm still very much a mess in all possible ways. They are looking concerned, to say the least.

"He's going to hate it," I burst with wide eyes. "I'm going to forget all the lyrics and the dance moves. Forget just singing and swaying my hips, it'll just be me standing there frantically dabbing!"

Taehyung raises a brow. "And that would be a bad thing because?"

"Taehyung," I exclaim. "You're not helping!"

"Just breathe," Jungkook soothes, cutting off Taehyung's explanation about why frantically dabbing is not a bad thing. "Stressing about it isn't going to make it any better. This is what you do, Riya. You sing and you dance, and you've been practicing non-stop. You've got this."

I nod and nod until I can't remember how to stop.

He gently places a hand on my head, causing me to come to a halt.

"You can do this," he repeats.

"Are we ready?" Namjoon peaks through the curtains. "Everyone's waiting."