(BTS FF) Ending Green

seven‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾debuting for the moon

Riya's POV

"One hour, one hour, one hour," I fret to my reflection in the mirror. "Everything could go wrong, and my career could be over in an instant."

I stare at my newly blonde hair.

"Give me confidence," I whisper to it, rubbing two strands between my fingers.

"Hey." Cara peeks in. "How's it going in here?"

I whirl around. "Help."

"Just relax." She walks over, her hands on her hips. "Take deep breaths. Envision your debut stage as a practice stage. Relax and perform as you do, and then it's over, and you've smashed it."

My bottom lip turns out. "Into dreadful little pieces."

"Confidence," she proclaims. "Even if you mess up a move, confidence will overrule it as if it was meant to be all along."

I stare up at her. "I'm really nervous."

She chuckles, patting my shoulder. "Run over it again. I'll check for mistakes."

I jump to my feet, beginning promptly.

"Relax your facial expressions," she instructs. "Your shoulders are dropping from nerves. Stretch out those limbs. Long legs, Riya, long legs. Eyes up, up, up, yes, now a dip, and one, two, three four, twirl."

She continues until the end, but all she has to say is, "You're overthinking what you already know. That'll be your downfall if you don't push your fear aside. Take this time before the stage to breathe and remind yourself who you are." She turns to leave. "We'll be ready in the hour."

I collapse into my chair.

Back to the mirror.

"I'm Riya." I study myself closely. I trail off after that, thinking of what else to add. Ending with nothing, I grumble, "With blonde hair."

I run through my dance again, hitting every beat, albeit with misery, but suddenly, the sound level escalates outside my room. My attention piqued—and needing something to keep my nerves down—I leave to investigate.

Everyone's laughing, people bowing in greeting as merriment fills the room with warmth. Confused, I stand on tiptoes to investigate.

I see Taehyung first, his boxy grin and inviting aura attracting most of the attention.

Yoongi is smiling politely, and Hoseok is right next to Taehyung introducing himself to everyone. The others have found favor with the stylists, laughing along to a joke someone told.

I almost squeal with delight, running over to them.

Taehyung sees me first, his eyes dancing with excitement and merriment.

"Riya!" he exclaims, arms wide open. I sprint into them, allowing him to squeeze me tight.

"Don't mess up her outfit!" my assistant scolds.

"Sorry!" He releases me, but I hold on.

"He won't," I reply, turning to her. "He's careful."

"You look amazing," Hoseok says, toying with my dress fabric. "This is expensive."

I grin. "I feel expensive."

"You look it," Jungkook says as he makes his way to us, the others following.

I beam when I see him, waving slightly. He waves back, lifting a brow playfully before it levels out and leaves him with a soft smile.

"Wow, wow, wow." Yoongi looks proud. "Look at you all grown up and ready for debut."