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[14] Host & Her

"Are you nervous?" Jackson asks as he looks over to me, giving me a friendly smile.

I met him two days ago during the rehearsals for this very award show. We were chosen as the hosts, having both our groups nominated for awards.

He wasn't as intimidating as I thought he would be. But then again, all I knew was that he was one of the the more outspoken members in GOT7. All of them were different.. he was just the Seungkwan of GOT7.

"Very." I answered, giving him a chuckle as I eyed the stage. "You'll do fine. Just don't fall." He says, pointing to my black heeled boots. "Don't worry, I've got this." I said proudly.

He laughs, shaking his head. "Your members are calling for you." I said, spotting six guys waving enthusiastically, trying to grab my attention.

"I'll be right back." He says, giving me a smile before he turns to go over to his friends.

I smiled as they began to mess around with him. They acted as if they were a big family on their own.

Then I wondered if I would ever be that close to the boys. Sure, we play around. But maybe I'm the only who's been feeling like they mean a lot to me. Maybe I've just grown attached way too fast.

My shoulders dropped with my confidence as I eyed the stage with a heavy sigh.

I mumbled my lines over and over again, knowing that I'd stumble over a few words. I shut my eyes, beginning to walk back and forth in a panic.

"Woah there." A familiar voice says, taking me by the arms and stopping me from pacing any further.

I opened my eyes to see Seungcheol, to my relief.

"Hey Oppa." I greeted, letting out a sigh. "Stop doubting yourself. I can sense your jumbled thoughts from the dressing room." He says, flicking my forehead lightly.

"Is that why you're here?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Who else is going to calm you down?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. I sigh, agreeing with him.

"What are you worrying about anyway?" He asks, eyeing the stage. "Worried that I might stumble my words." I said, biting on the inside of my cheek.

"Remember. Speak clearly, speak effectively and speak with thought." He says calmly.

"Easy for you to say. You're a rapper." I complained, giving him a frown. "Yah. Rappers stumble their words too okay. Just think of it as reciting your lyrics. We'll be back here, waiting for you to join us to perform." He says, giving me a reassuring smile.

I let out a final sigh, returning the smile. "Thank you for always helping me, Oppa." I said. "Stop thanking me, Jisu." He says, reaching a hand over to my head to mess up my hair, only to remember that he couldn't because it had already been styled.

"Good luck." He says, reaching out a hand for me to shake. I look down at it, letting out a chuckle before I pull him into a hug.

His calm heartbeat soothed my nerves, as I let my eyes shut.

••••••

As the song began, Seungcheol and I made eye contact. As if he was giving me a confidence boost.

I followed through with the choreography, nailing every single step. The boys and I danced with all our energy, making sure we were giving it our best.

Then came my solo. I walked towards the front, doing steps that would 'control' the choreography. The boys would squat and leans backwards and forwards so it looked like I was indeed controlling them.

Mingyu's rap was right after my solo, he comes to the front and places an arm around my shoulder. This in itself earned many squeals.

Then came Seungcheol.

He grabs me by the arm, pulling me away from Mingyu and closer to him. He walks forward while I walked backwards, hitting Mingyu's back which served as a wall.

There was a silence in the song, where he faced the audience while leaning over to whisper something into my ear.

Then we broke out into choreography again.

When the song was over, the crowd erupted into cheers.

I rushed back over to Jackson who claps. "You did extremely well, Jisu!" He says, giving me a smile.

"Thank you Oppa. Now unto our next performance, the group consisting of seven charming guys, performing their song Blood Sweat and Tears, BTS!" I announced.

••••••

"We did it!" I exclaimed as I ran off the stage and to my members who were waiting for me.

They brought me into a hug, as we began to talk to each other about the experience.

Then I noticed that Seungcheol was gone. "Where's our diamond leader?" I asked, earning shrugs from the boys.

"Let's go look for him." Jeonghan says, tugging on my arm. I nod, following behind him.

We looked in the hallways and in some of the dressing rooms that were assigned to Seventeen.

Jeonghan turns into the corner, coming to an abrupt stop, causing for me to bump into his back.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked, peeking over his shoulder.

And there he was.

Seungcheol with a girl. Her arms were wrapped around him while he stood there in shock.

"That's.. her."