Kim Namjoon - I don't believe in love, and if you are looking for that in me and us, then you should stop right here, Y/N.
Y/N - I'm not searching for love either, and I don't want you to feel anything special for me.
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Y/N - Why don't you i...
The backstage area buzzed with noise, movement, and nervous energy. Staff members hurried past with headsets on, makeup artists fixed final details, stylists adjusted jackets for the hundredth time, and somewhere nearby Seungkwan was loudly complaining that the stage lights were personally targeting him.
"I'm serious," he argued dramatically. "Why is my sweat sparkling already?"
"Because you're glowing," DK said proudly.
"That was disgusting," Woozi muttered without even looking up from the monitor.
Usually this chaos made me feel grounded before performances. Today though? My mind kept drifting somewhere else,Vienna. Y/N. I sat quietly while one of the stylists fixed the rings on my fingers properly. My phone rested beside me, screen dark, but every few seconds my eyes flickered toward it automatically.
Joshua noticed immediately.
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"You're distracted," he said calmly while adjusting his mic pack.
"I'm literally sitting here." i replied
"That's not what I meant." he said.
Before I could answer, Mingyu suddenly dropped onto the couch beside me with enough force to nearly destroy all human peace.
"Okay listen," he announced seriously. "If anyone hits me during Left & Right choreography again today, I'm leaving the group."
Hoshi looked personally offended. "That was ONE accident."
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"You kicked me in the soul." mingyu said
"That's physically impossible." hoshi replied
I laughed softly despite myself. The boys kept talking around me performance timings, transitions, in-ear problems, little jokes to ease the pre-stage nerves but underneath all of it, my thoughts stayed stuck on one thing.
I wanted to hear her voice before the concert started. Just once and maybe that's why every time someone walked near me, my eyes instinctively lifted hoping it was my phone lighting up. Unfortunately... it wasn't. It was Geum Hi. She walked toward us holding a clipboard loosely in one hand, dressed casually despite the chaos around her. The moment her eyes landed on me, her expression softened automatically familiar, careful, almost hopeful.
