A story in which Kim (Y/N) was sitting in a coffee shop one day and was scouted by a K-pop entertainment company employee. " Hello there my name is Kim Ara I work for a company called Big-Hit Entertainment, and we're looking for new talent to create...
After the whole dilemma Jungkook and I had just found ourselves in was finally over, we got right back to getting ready for the first concert of the tour.
The entire time, Hanuel was messing with my hair, straightening it. I was convinced he decided to keep today's hairstyle simple so he'd have to spend less time around me.
"Ten minutes!" Those three simple words seemed to cause chaos in the dressing room. Staff members were running around trying to gather the eight of us, even though we were already in a huddle listening to Namjoon give his pre-performance speech.
"Five minutes!" We quickly did our pre-show ritual of doing a quick chant before getting into our spots backstage, waiting for the show to start.
This show was way different since our budget had skyrocketed. Bigger venues meant bigger stages, and bigger stages with only eight people performing meant more space to fill. Our entrance for this show was our logo opening up and us walking out of it.
I thought it was pretty cool and definitely a huge level up from our past stages. I did my own pre-show ritual of shaking out my limbs before standing still as all of the stage lights hit us.
From the start of the performance, it was nothing but energetic. We opened the show with a new song, Idol, which meant not many of the fans knew it, but that didn't stop them from jumping around and dancing along with us.
We did a few songs before it was time for the first outfit change of the show. Seven of us rushed off the lift once it was fully down; meanwhile, Hoseok was on stage doing the first solo of the night.
"(Y/N)! This way we don't have much time!" That same voice was yelling for me the moment I set foot in the dressing room.
I reluctantly walked up to Hanuel, who was already sifting through the clothing he had on my designated rack.
He pulled an intricate-looking white button-up shirt. Although a solid color, it had puffy sleeves, and the cut at the bottom was high enough to show off my lower stomach, with white strings dangling from the sides. To accompany the shirt were a pair of plain white mini shorts with black safety shorts under.
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"Tic-Toc" Was all he said before I walked away. I knew what he meant by that; it was his subtle way of telling me I needed to hurry and spill about my relationship before he did.
If anything, I didn't think it was his place to tell. Being under this pressure didn't make me want to tell the members anything! All I wanted to do in this moment was crawl into a hole and never come out. I just wanted to step away from the light of the public.
I loved being so popular and seeing our hard work pay off after years, but it was really starting to get to me. Not only me, but the other members as well.
I looked around the dressing room to see them all. Hoseok was shirtless, with wet towels draped over his bare torso in an attempt to help him cool off faster. He looked to be overly out of breath; it was almost concerning.
