behind the scenes {kim taehyung}

06

Taehyung p.o.v

"Thankyou so much."

The hairdresser nodded at me and had to stifle a laugh.

"I'm glad, we were able to fix your hair, after what had happened."

Embarassment let my cheeks blush slightly and I tried to act cool. Inwardly I screamed from laughter about myself. Why am I like I am?

There is no one on this planet who would act as dumb as me. Sometimes I really dubitate myself.

Was it necessary to put that awesome modelling clay next to my bed?

I slept very well to be honest, but when I awoke in the morning, I suddenly couldn't move anymore. Bogummy, whose bed is on the other side of the room, had already been rushing through out apartment without noticing me being clued to my pillow.

When I sat up, my pillow basically hung down from my head, sticking to my hair.

Never trust modelling clay!

During the night, the clay had run down from my nightstand right onto my pillow. And as I'm moving in my sleep a lot, like normal people do, I ended up, sticking on my pillow, and the clay would not get off my hair.
It had taken a long time, until I had the courage to cough quietly and make my bestfriend look at me.

Annoyed he turned around and glanced at my hopeless existence.

I had started counting the seconds, but I couldn't say two, and Bogum already rolled around on the ground, snorting under tears, pointing at me with his finger.

Ass.

I felt like a total freak, when bogum tried to peek the clay out of my hair with his fingers, but he had no chance. It sticked to my skin, so removing it would hurt a lot, and all my hair would just have gotten teared out.

So all I did was rushing to the hairdresser, with Bogummy's hat placed on my head.
I had crossed the streets without even looking if cars were passing, and I almost lost my life. But that was nothing new to me, that happens daily.

Bogum always jokes on me with my risky street-crossing-versions.
He should just be glad, that I didn't lose my life.

The hairdresser couldn't save much though.

As the clay had been sticking to my skin, he had to basically shave my hair in this area.

I was bold now.

Great

What will the director say?
The thing is, I was not only bold, but also very late for the meeting, so I had to endure a 15 minute - speech about punctuality.

I didn't take off my hat, as I sat down between Nr. 16 and Bogum.
I could hear Bogums chuckle penetrating my poor eardrum.

I punished him with a killing glance, when he started to tease me.

"Taehyungie? Don't you want to take off your hat?"

I rolled my eyes and trued to focus on what the director had to say. Luckily he summarized everything they had talked about, and I could get a little overview about what the plan for the next week was.

I had already praticed the scenes at home, so it won't be a big deal.

Nr, 16, who had introduced herself as Soyi, seemed much more insecure about the filming, I could tell.
She was litterally sinking down to the Mariana Trench in her seat.

I hope she will feel more comfortable soon... I really have to support her.

I still remember, how my career started, and insecure I've been.

She'll get used to it, everyone does.
That's life, it's hard, it's exhausting, but it's worth it.

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Actually the story about the clay and the hair is true, it happened to my brother once. I found it so funny, I just HAD to write this sorry xDD

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