Tabby is a member of one of the biggest Kpop groups, BTS. Being the only girl can be hard sometimes, but loving someone who doesn't want to be loved is even harder. Jiyong flips her life upside down: for better or worse?
"I've come to the conclusion that I don't like Jiyong." I tell all my friends as we are getting our hair and makeup done for the show.
"I could have told you that." Yoongi replies.
"And how did you come to that conclusion?" Namjoon asks sarcastically.
"I doubt it was his sweetness." Jungkook mutters. I roll my eyes at all of them.
"I know I should have listened to you all, but I had to find out myself." I tell them. Jimin and Taehyung both smile at me from where their sitting.
"At least you know not to mess with him." Jimin says and I nod my head. My stylist finishes curling my long brown hair and moves on to my makeup. I look in the mirror and I smile to myself. I'm so ready for this show. Every single one of our shows always make me so excited. I just love my job so much.
The boy's always get done before I do. Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok leave the room to get dressed in our skinny jeans and different neon shirts. Jimin, Jin, Yoongi and Taehyung come crowd around me and my stylist.
"Don't listen to them," Jin nods his head towards to door. "You are just a curious little baby." I put my bottom lip out to look like I'm pouting. He reaches out and lightly ruffles my hair.
"Not the hair!" My stylist and I say at the same time. All of us look at each other and start laughing. My stylist looks at me and smiles. I smile back at her. She finally finishes my makeup and releases me to go get dressed. I get up and the guys trail after me. We all walk out and grab our cloths.
I meet them all in the hall after I get dressed. As I walk out I start to smile when I see us all in our outfits for tonight. My group members smile at me as I join them.
"We are one cute group." I say as I look at all of them. Everytime we get ready for a show it makes me realize how lucky I am to be with them all.
"I don't know a group that's cuter." Jimin replies. I smile more.
"Okay BTS, hands in." Namjoon tells all of us and puts his hand in the middle of all of us. All of us put our hands on top of his. He looks around at all of us.
"Lets give Army a great show. On the count of three." We all smile at his words and he counts to three. We raise our hands in the air and loudly say BTS. The stage crew tells us that we have just two minutes until we are on. We all walk to the side of the stage where we will be going on. My heart begins to race like it always does before a show. I'm ready to give Army an amazing show.
I can start to hear the fan chants and chills go through my body. I've been doing this for so long, but I will never get used to the feeling of having so many people love me and this group. The stage crew looks at us and motions to the stage.
"Good luck." They all tell us as we walk by. As soon as we appear the roar of the crowd hits all of us. I instantly start to smile. We get into formation for our first song and the fans go wild as the music starts. They sing and chant with us and I don't think my smile ever leaves my face.
We get to our song DNA and everything is going so smoothly. The fans are loving it and so are we. As we get to the chorus of the song, something happens to my footing and I fall. I hit the stage hard with my left hip. I grimace and quickly get back up and pick up where we are. Pain goes down my leg as I dance. All the boys keep looking over at me with concerned look on their faces.
"I'm fine." I mouth to them all. This is the first time I have ever fallen while dancing and it just isn't like me. We all know it.
The rest of the show goes pretty good. I still have pain, but I ignore it. We are on our last song. I move forward on the stage and start singing my part of the song. I'm so in my zone that I don't pay attention to anything else besides what's in front of me.
A pair of arms wrap around me and dips me to the side. I gasp and my eyes go wide. I look up to see who it is and I instantly become angry. Jiyong is looking down at me with a smirk on his face. The music is still playing, but the boys have stopped singing. Jiyong leans his head towards me and places his lips on my own. I start pushing him away and he almost drops me. The music stops and the crowd actually cheers.
I am fuming and I turn around and walk off stage. The guys follow me and as soon as Jiyong is behind the stage I spin around.
"Who do you think you are?" I ask loudly and I jab my finger at him. Jiyong has the nerve to smirk at me.
"I thought girls liked that." He shrugs. I raise my hand and I slap him hard on the cheek. Jiyong inhales.
"You ruined our show." I tell him.
"It was getting boring. I just wanted to lighten it up." He smiles at me. I point down the hall.
"Get out!" I yell at him. He looks behind me before turning around and walking down the hall. I take a deep breath. Namjoon comes up to me.
"I want you to go to Bighit and practice." He tells me. I snap my head up to look at him. He shrugs.
"You fell. That's not you. Just practice some songs." I look away from him and take another deep breath. I really don't want to go off on our leader. I decide just to leave, so I start walking down the hall. I will just take a cab to Bighit.
"Are you serious?" I hear Jin ask behind me. I just keep walking. I'm too tired and angry to care what anyone has to say. I walk outside and I get a cab. I tell them where to go and I try to relax.
"Love your music." The cab driver is looking at me from the rearview mirror. I smile at him.
"Thank you." He nods and stops in front of Bighit. I give him money and maybe a little extra. I walk in and make my way to our practice room. I walk into our room and I quickly change into a t-shirt and shorts.
I practice a couple different songs for hours. I try as hard as I can and I still seem to fall at different times. My hip is so sore and a huge bruise is developing. I finally think it's time to stop and go home. I will come back tomorrow. I walk outside, still in my practice cloths and sweating. As I walk out somebody pushes off the wall and walks beside me. I really don't have to look to know who it is.
"Are you still mad about the kiss?" Jiyong looks over at me with a small smile. I look up at him.
"I actually forgot about that." I mutter. He now looks me up and down.
"What are you doing here? You just had a show." I nod at him.
"I fell during our show, so I came to practice." I say with a sigh.
"You sure you came to practice or someone made you." I look up at him and our eyes meet.
"It doesn't matter." I tell him and look away.
"They make you work too hard." I hear him mutter.
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