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JIMIN's POV
As I sat with my members, anticipation building in the air, I couldn't shake the sense of déjà vu washing over me. The M Countdown stage, with its vibrant lights and electrifying energy, felt all too familiar – it was the same stage where BTS had made our debut, where we had taken our first steps towards achieving our dreams as idols.
But as I watched Y/N take the stage, my pride was tinged with a hint of bitterness. Here she was, a newcomer poised to make her mark on the music industry, continuing the legacy that we had worked so hard to build. And yet, she was also the same person who had caused me nothing but frustration and annoyance over the past few weeks.
The lights flickered to life, casting a soft glow over Y/N as she stood center stage, poised and confident. She was dressed in a pristine white dress, a stark contrast to the dark backdrop of the stage. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, with loose tendrils framing her face, and a pair of round glasses perched on her nose added a touch of whimsy to her appearance.
As she began to sing, her voice filled the auditorium, effortlessly hitting high notes with a clarity and power that took me by surprise. And when she started to dance, her movements were sharp and precise, each step executed with a grace and fluidity that belied the pain I knew she must be feeling...because of me, I mean I did throw the basketball at her.
Despite myself, I found me being captivated by her performance. There was a rawness and authenticity to her that was impossible to ignore, a fire burning within her that seemed to ignite the stage around her. And in that moment, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the way I had treated her, for underestimating her talent and determination just because I had...mixed feelings for her.
As the final notes of her song faded away, the audience erupted into applause, cheering and applauding for Y/N's debut performance. And as I watched her take her final bow, a sense of begrudging admiration washed over me. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Y/N than met the eye.
But one thing was for certain – whether I liked it or not, she had proven herself to be a force to be reckoned with, a rising star in her own right. And as much as it pained me to admit it, I couldn't deny that she had earned every bit of the applause and praise that was now being showered upon her.
As the lights dimmed and the audience began to disperse, I couldn't help but linger in my seat, lost in thought. Y/N's performance had left a lasting impression on me, igniting a spark of curiosity that refused to be extinguished, I wanted to get to know her. Understand the meaning behind her lyrics. But I'd rather die, than indulge in the curiosity Y/N had sparked. As they say, curiosity killed the cat.
But for now, I pushed aside those thoughts and focused on the task at hand – "supporting" Y/N as she embarked on this new chapter of her career. And as I made my way backstage to congratulate her.
Making my way backstage, my steps felt heavier than usual, weighed down by a mixture of conflicting emotions. It was standard procedure, of course, to congratulate a fellow artist on a successful performance – but with Y/N, it felt different. It wasn't just a matter of professional courtesy; it was personal.
I couldn't deny that her debut had left a lasting impression on me, stirring up a whirlwind of feelings that I couldn't quite make sense of. On one hand, there was irritation – irritation at the way she had disrupted my life, caused me endless frustration, and made me question my own judgment. On the other hand, there was guilt – guilt for underestimating her talent, for dismissing her as nothing more than an annoyance, for allowing my own biases to cloud my judgment, and for making the most important time of her life...more difficult than it should be.
But perhaps most confusing of all was the sense of amusement that bubbled up within me every time I thought of Y/N. Despite all the chaos and frustration she had brought into my life, there was something undeniably entertaining about our interactions, something that kept me coming back for more, even when I knew I should steer clear.
So as I finally reached the backstage area, where Y/N was surrounded by a throng of well-wishers and admirers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension mingled with begrudging admiration. It wasn't easy, swallowing my pride and offering her my congratulations, but it was something that had to be done.
After all, despite our differences and the countless obstacles we had faced along the way, there was a begrudging respect that had begun to blossom between us – a recognition of each other's talents and determination, even in the face of adversity.
And as I extended my hand to Y/N, offering her a congratulatory smile that was equal parts genuine and forced, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for the two of us. Would we continue to clash and bicker, or would we find a way to bridge the gap between us and forge a new kind of relationship?
Only time would tell. But for now, all I could do was offer her my congratulations and hope for the best.
