Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Be Convinced...Please

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the stinging pains in my palms and knees. When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry and swirly. Do you know that feeling when you rub your eyes too hard and you suddenly enter this whole other dimension of patterns and swirly shapes? That was me when I woke up. I sat up too fast and had to wait for about thirty seconds before moving anywhere. I drained the glass of water on my bedside table. I'd gotten about seven hours of sleep, but I was still exhausted.

Nonetheless, I got up and did my morning routine. I'd forgotten to put on the lotions before going to sleep, but oh well. I pulled the bandages off to examine the wound and winced. The clean whiteness of the bandages had become red and my palms actually looked painful. For a simple fall, it was pretty big damage. The skin around the wound was pink and wrinkly from the bandage. My knees looked better than my hands, but were just as painful, since I had to move them more.

I shook my head. What had happened had happened. I couldn't go sulking about it everywhere, or I'd never get anything done. I came here to learn and to figure out what my potential as an artist was, not to get distracted. I thought back to what Namjoon oppa had told me. I had to focus on what actually happened, not what could have. What was in the past would stay there.

I tied my hair up and dressed in a pair of jeggings, which covered my knees and a loose, pale pink T-shirt. I wore the black bomber jacket, and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyebrows were still sculpted from the time the stylist did it, and my skin was actually very clear, just from two days of using the products that they had given me. I'd have to ask for them and take them back home in a month. Baby hairs framed my face, and I tucked them back to keep them out of my mouth and eyes.

There was a roll of bandages on the sink. Thanks Jin. I firmly wrapped up my hands and knees again. At least the bleeding had stopped.

Okay. I took a deep breath. Time to dance.

When I came to the dance room, it was empty. I checked my phone for the chat. Dance practice would be in eight minutes, so I put on Spring Day and practiced the chorus. Jungkook was the first person to come into the dance practice room. The first thing I noticed was the expression that he flashed me. His eyes were drawn to my hands, and he frowned a bit. The look was sympathetic and frustrated at the same time. I smiled tiredly at him, and bowed in greeting.

"I won't be doing push-ups for a while." I told him.

He seemed to understand and gave me a brotherly slap on the back that made me lurch forwards.

"Show me." He said.

By the time I was done with what I knew of Spring Day, the rest of Bangtan had filed into the room. Each gaze went to my hands. I bowed to them, and Namjoon oppa came to me directly.

"Manager Nim wants to talk to you personally. He's on the second floor; you'll see him."

"Now?"

"Yes."

I left the practice room. Even though I'd done nothing against any rules, I felt my heart flutter quickly in my chest. Was I in trouble for something? Suddenly, everything I'd done wrong or badly in the last four days flashed across my mind. Was it all the candy wrappers? I'd eaten way too much candy alone in my room. Had he somehow found out? Was it about the enormous amount of food that I'd raided from the kitchen? Chill. I told myself. It's probably just about what happened yesterday night. I climbed up to the second floor, where I'd had my first interview. I saw Manager Nim standing in front of an open door waiting for me.