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"let me through, please!" you hear someone yell.
"please back up!"
"get back!"
you open your eyes and find a bunch of people around you. you hear cameras clicking and groan at the slight pain from your body.
"y/n, how are you feeling?" your manager asks you.
"like a truck hit me," you answer. "did i pass out?" you ask.
"yea. can you sit up? we need to get you back," she says to you.
you nod. your manager and one of your dancers help you up. you're brought backstage and to your dressing room, away from all of the noise you had just heard.
"what happened?" you ask when you sit down on a chair. a medic starts taking vitals just in case, and a staff member takes your mic pack out from your stage outfit.
"you don't remember?" one of the staff members asks. you shake your head. "you passed out after your stage."
"i did?" you reply, clearly shocked. you groan, "did everyone see?" you ask.
"no, you were walking off while the lights were off. the hosts already moved onto presenting the next award. the only people who noticed were the audience that was nearby and some nosy camera people," your manager explains.
"probably the stress of everything," you say after sighing. "this is embarrassing."
"just hang out back here for a bit," the staff member says to you. "hey, grab some food for her," he says to another staff member.
"everything's fine. just take it easy with all of your work," the medic says to you.
"thank you," you reply and bow your head. the medic leaves the room.
you're handed your water bottle by your manager and drink some water for a bit. you start watching the award show on a tv screen and notice ateez performing.
"does san know what happened?" you ask your manager.
she shakes her head, "no, but he probably will after he gets off stage."
one of your staff members brings you food, so you eat while watching the award show. after a bit, the door swings open and your boyfriend stands in the doorway. he spots you and immediately goes over to you with one of his managers following behind.
"you okay?" he asks.
you nod, "yea. i feel fine. the medic said i was fine. i didn't know i even passed out," you explain to him.
he frowns, "i knew you were working too hard..."
"i work as much as you do, san," you reply to him. "you looked good on stage," you say to him.
he finally grins after a second. "thanks. you did too," he says to you. "here, eat some more," he says and holds the container you're eating from.
"i can do it myself," you say to him.
"it'll make me feel better for not being with you," he instantly replies. san picks up the fork and grabs a piece of food. "say ahh."
you roll your eyes but let him feed you. you hang out with him in your dressing room but eventually both of you need to go back out.
"i have to change out of this," san mentions.
"go, i'll see you outside," you say to him.
he smiles, "love you," he says and pecks your lips.
"love you too, san," you reply.
