BTS - BLACKPINK One-Shots [CLOSED]

My Star - YoonLice

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He must have been the one who noticed her running away from her members after their performance.

And without thinking, without even putting conscious effort into his actions, Yoongi stood up abruptly and excused himself from the table.

He was going to follow the sun, no matter where she went.

To hell with cameras and those hateful people behind their TV screens, ready to bash anyone. He didn't care anymore if he was associated with idols by deluded people. Those girls, and her in particular, didn't deserve such disrespect. It was disgusting and vile and he was sometimes ashamed he was part of the industry that hurt so many with its cruel, unfeeling judgements.

The sun was in trouble and he wasn't about to sit back.

He searched for about fifteen minutes. His sense of direction was basic at best, and even though he was practically a veteran at music shows, he usually didn't venture to the restrooms alone for fear of never making it back.

He felt his heart sinking as his phone vibrated for the millionth time. He sighed when he decided to take the call, knowing he was in for an earful.

"Yah, where the hell are you?" Jin asked, his voice taut with anxiety. "We need to be on the stage soon, Namjoon's pacing around and the maknaes are driving me-NO TAE STOP IT YOU-"

He rolled his eyes and was about to reply when a distant movement in his dimly light surroundings caught his attention.

"I'll be there soon, hyung catch you later."

"But wait, Yoon-"

He cut the call and hurried towards the leggy, forlorn figure slumped against the door of Blackpink's dressing room.

Her silky, luscious hair hid her face. Her arms gripped her elbows tightly, as if she was afraid of falling apart. He could hear quiet sobs as he softly padded closer.

The sight of her, so vulnerable and fragile, was enough to choke him. Hearing her actually crying out of misery was inconceivable but here he was, and it crushed his heart, leaving him breathless.

He opened his mouth. "Hey, you okay?"

Smooth, Min, smooth.

She jumped, literally jumped, into the air. Wide, wet eyes collided with his stern gaze and his resolve faltered, his rehearsed words vanishing in a blink.

He had meant to warn her about Dispatch snooping around, nothing more.

But all that went out of the window when he finally saw her distraught face up close.

Beautiful.

How could anyone hate this angel?

Even with her makeup smudged, her beauty was undeniably exotic.

And those eyes, he felt himself falling into them the longer he stared: deep pools of emotion, clouded with shadows. But past those shadows, he could see swirling stars.

It was mesmerising.

"S-s-sunbae?" Lisa stuttered, hastily wiping her face and then inwardly cursing when her hand came away smudged with mascara. "What-what are you doing here?"