It was New Years Eve. The boys were going to perform in the MBC New Years celebration soon.
Well, all except Yoongi.
He had tripped and hurt his ear. The plastic surgeon told us that he shouldn't do anything to irritate it for a while, so he couldn't perform.
It was depressing. I could see how upset he was about it, and it made me sad to see him sad.
But I was still on edge when I was around him. I had no idea if he had told anyone about what he saw, or if he remembered it, or if he cares. I was kind of a mess.
The boys were talking and joking around like they usually did, when Mrs. Park called for the that were to perform to get ready to go.
In the short time that I had worked for them, I had grown kind of close to Jungkook. I'm not sure if it was because we were close in age, or something else, but Jungkook always praised me about his hair and how good I did it, and he always joked with me, made me feel not as awkward around everyone. We were good friends now, and it helped a little, with everything going on.
Most of the staff were going with the boys to the stage to watch and make sure nothing went wrong. I was one of the few that was going to stay behind with Yoongi and watch from the TV and kind of clean up a little.
I wasn't too concerned that I would be left with Yoongi, seeing as I would have other people with me, but I was still a little nervous.
I wished everyone luck, and they left, leaving me and three other staff members with Yoongi.
After they left, I quickly got to work cleaning the hair station. I still couldn't believe that I had gotten this job, when I knew so little about doing hair. I was still watching YouTube videos, reading articles, buying wigs to practice on, and all this other stuff.
I got done with my cleaning rather quickly. The other staff were still cleaning, but they were talking amongst themselves, so that probably slowed down their progress.
I decided I would watch the boys, but I needed to keep my distance from Yoongi.
He was sitting on a couch in front of the big TV. I stood off towards one side. I tried to make myself as small as possible.
I can't believe that I was acting this way around him. He was my bias, and I had been infatuated with him for so long. But now, I was scared. I don't know what I was going to do, it couldn't continue like this.
"Miss Trent?" He asks, startling me out of my thoughts.
I quickly bow to him, "Yes? Is there anything I can get you?" I ask, trying to not sound scared.
"You don't have to stand, you can sit down. I don't bite." He says, keeping his eyes on the television.
"Ah, o-okay." I answer, and sit down at the other end of the couch, far from him.
I could feel my heart start to beat a little faster. I hope he didn't notice how nervous I was.
"How's your head?" He asks all of a sudden, and I look at him, my eyes wide.
I turn and look towards the other people in the room, but they were talking to each other, on the other side of the room.
"I didn't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about." He tells me. "I'm good at keeping secrets."
"M-my head is fine." I say.
Gosh dang it, why was I so nervous around him?
"That's good." He says.
For a moment, I think that that was the only thing he was going to say, but I was wrong.
"Does it happen often?"
I look towards the TV. "How much did you see?" I ask him quietly.
"I'm not sure."
What do you mean, you're not sure?
"What you saw, that was the first time it happened in a little less than seven months. So no, not often. But it might change. But it hasn't been that bad in- in a long time." I add the last sentence in a quieter voice.
The countdown on the TV begins.
"Why does it happen?"
I stay quiet. I don't want to tell anyone. The only person that knows is my dad.
Don't think about dad, just don't.
The fireworks go off on the TV, and everyone cheers.
"Happy 2017!" Hana says, and I tell her the same thing, as well as everyone else.
Then BTS starts to sing.
I keep my eyes on the TV, and I watch them perform.
They look and sound amazing.
I was grinning to myself as I watched them.
"I don't think you've grinned like that since you started working here." Yoongi observes.
"You guys are so awesome when you perform, I always smile like this, but you're on stage." I tell him, and I look towards him, but he was watching the TV screen now.
But I know I saw the corner of his lip twitch in a small smile. And that made me smile again.
We don't say anything else for the rest of the boy's performance.
When it was over, we all clapped and cheered. I knew it was hard for Yoongi, but he cheered them on too.
"You'll be back on stage soon, Yoongi, don't worry!" Jung Wook says to him.
Yoongi just nods, then gets his phone out.
He's probably tweeting.
I go make sure my station was thoroughly clean, and wait for the boys to get back.
