Broken || kth {kim taehyung}

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"And then I told him that he couldn't put fertilizer on his legs to make them grow and guess what he did next?" Hoseok joked.

"What did he do next?!" Jin questioned, anticipating the answer.

"He put it on his legs with water!"

Jin's windshield wiper laugh ensued, making Hoseok laugh along with him.

"But the water wasn't water! It was dish liquid! And then there were bubbles everywhere!"

Jin's windshield wiper laugh intensified.

"Unbeliebubble!"

Yoongi stared at them with disgust. "Stop!"

Exid's Up-Down unexpectedly blasted throughout the room. If you looked at the new source of music, you could see a wild Jimin and Namjoon attempting Exid's choreography, while a wild bunny- I mean Jungkook laughed at them, singing random songs that didn't match with the suggestive moves demonstrated by the elders.

I glanced at my Gucci-cased phone, scrolling through Twitter, reading the tweets that ARMY would send to us, trying my best to reply and like as many of them as I could. I was bored out of my mind, but I didn't want to hear any of Hoseok's lame stories or join in on the Exid dance party that was being held.

One of our managers entered the room, silencing us all. "All of the VIP and meet and greet holders are here. You guys are on in five minutes."

We all nodded, standing up and fixing our clothes, before being bombarded with stylists. The stylists made a few touches to our makeup and reduced the non-existent wrinkles on our clothes.

We thanked them, hurriedly walking out of the enclosure that was our dressing room.

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A tall, black curtain, that hid the many ARMYs waiting to see us, gradually came into view. I ruffled my hair a bit, out of nervousness.

Jungkook still was giving me the silent treatment, even after the confrontation on the airplane. He now hung with Jimin more, which was crazy. Jimin over me?

Krystal was out with someone. I was informed it was her sister. It made sense to me, since she was originally from America.

A few seconds of silence occurred, before Namjoon lifted up the curtains and ran on the stage, stopping at the lengthy table, covered with a black cloth, lined with seven seats.

One after another, we appeared and waved at the ARMYs, throwing up finger hearts and flashing smiles at our supporters. There were many age groups... from a young baby to an adult; ARMY was very diverse.

Many high pitched screams were heard throughout the building. Various voices called out to their biases and screamed compliments, in hopes to get the specified member's attention.

We took our seats, the first being the oldest and the last being the youngest. We hardly ever do it in order, but coincidentally, that's what happened.