𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

3

All the days crumpled in on themselves faster and faster the closer that the gala became. I tried to push back my worry, but I couldn't. When I was alone, I would give myself pep talks, and if it was night time, I would wish on every star I could see. The stress of the gala worried me more than I ever would let Namjoon know, after all, he did train me so well, and he's so confident in me. I don't want to crush his spirits.

I lied back into the grass and peered to the sky. I wished on a dozen stars and closed my eyes. My phone vibrated in my pocket which quickly snapped me back to reality.

Fumbling to open it, I quickly read the message Namjoon had sent.

>Are you out counting stars? You need to come inside the building. There's only twenty minutes before you perform, and the stylists insist on touching up.

Without replying, I stood and quickly ran back inside the building. I was nervous. The more officials I saw, the more I could feel myself crumbling inside. I took a deep breath and made it back stage so the stylists could do what they wanted.

As they did last second touch ups to my hair, I kept my eyes closed and tried to imagine I was just playing for Namjoon. That it was just he and I alone in the studio. I reassured myself best I could, and at the same time would run guidelines through my head about how to control my body so I looked poise and confident as I played.

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The performance time had flown by. My fifteen minutes playing felt like thirty seconds. With the whole room's eyes on me, it was amazing I hadn't succumbed to the pressure. My fingers were graceful on the keys, my posture perfect. I maintained a soft smile through the thought of how Namjoon probably looked behind stage.

When the performance came to an end, I stood from the bench and gave a great bow. The audience applauded loudly, and I felt my heart shoot out of my chest once I realized I had done it. I had actually done it! I exited stage left and was met with a large bear hug.

Namjoon picked me up and swung me around happily. He cooed and made a lot of joyous little noises before pecking me on the lips and setting me down.

"Taehyungie! I am so proud of you! You were excellent!" He clasped my hand proudly in his own and sighed in relief, "That was so amazing..." He whispered.

He used his free hand and lifted my chin and once more gave another kiss, "Let's go home now Taehyung. You deserve a little something for having done so well~"

My cheeks burned a hot red and I nodded my head, "Ooh... well okay~"

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{Next chapter there will be smut! So avert your eyes if you don't like it!}