His Butterfly

Chapter 38

*A week later at the MAMA awards*

"Hurry, Hurry, Hurry!" My brain yelled at me. I was putting eyeliner on Suga and they had to be on stage in fifteen minutes. The lights were still arriving and people were running around everywhere. I had to do Jin's makeup still, one of the artists ended up needing emergency surgery and can't be here today so we are short staffed and it's just a big mess. 

"Good luck Suga. You can do it! Fighting!" I said and finished with his makeup. He smiled back and held up his fist matching me. He left to go get microphoned and to see if the lights were here yet. Jin quickly hopped into my chair and I set to work on airbrushing his face. I slapped some eyeshadow on his eyes and some thin eyeliner. He looked good for only having not even five minutes to spare on his makeup. 

"Good Luck, you can do it! Jin fighting!" I told him and held up my fist. He smiled and did it back. He also went to find his lights and get microphoned. "1,2,3,4, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba. Again." J-Hope was telling the boys how to do the dance now that they have the light on. Like I said I think the A.R.M.Y.'s will really like what the boys have to offer them tonight. 

"Yah! BTS fighting!" I yelled as I passed them in the hallway to go get my "hardware belt", I just stache a lot of makeup in it and stand by the stage waiting for them to come down and reapply their makeup. "Ren!" I heard someone yell for me back down in the hallway. 

I popped my head around the corner only to smack right into a body. "Ow!" I said and held my nose that took the impact of the running person. "I'm sorry, are you bleeding?" Her asked, it was V. "Yeah, yeah. I'm okay, what's up?" I asked and looked his makeup over to see no problems. 

"Are you going to be on the sidelines?" He asked me. "Of course. I'll be close by even when you change stages." I told him, maybe he was getting a little nervous. He nodded his head and I decided he needed a hug, maybe he was just getting butterflies.

"You remember that song we have to sing tonight, the one that is made for you right. Rap Mon told me it was about you. I added my own personal touches to it just so it would be special." He told me. "Yeah, I remember. You guys are going to great, don't worry about it." I sounded muffled because I was pressed into his chest. 

"I'm not too nervous. I got to go, five minutes are up. Make sure you stay close!" He gave me one last squeeze and ran after the boys. I smiled and ran to one of the stage doors to stand by.