behind the curtains | jhs.

seven

Ever since the incident, Cierra was okay. Cierra was okay for the most part, she did her rehearsals and shows. It was just different because she distanced herself and just focused on dancing for Hoseok. Everyone around noticed but they didn't say anything to her of course. Nothing really memorable was happening until after the show in Hong Kong. Before Hong Kong was the Incheon and Tokyo shows but nothing really happened there. Performances were smooth and Cierra just distanced herself when everyone was out partying.

"Are you going out to the club with us?" Became a broken record for Cierra. It wasn't like one day she was going to say yes. So after the Hong Kong show when Hyoyeon asked she said no, lied and said she was tired. She wasn't tired at all, maybe sleepy. Tired though? Nah. She watched as Hyoyeon, the twins, and Hyolyn got ready to leave and they asked her again.

"Stop asking me," Cierra harshly responded before sighing, "I'm tired. You guys just have fun, okay?" They all didn't say a word after that, they just left it how it was. There was no use in arguing with Cierra at all. Cierra laid out on the bed in her pink velvet nightgown she got from Japan, it was nice and comfortable. She forced her eyes to close and she swore that she was hearing someone at the door but after a few more seconds they were actually real.

Cierra groaned before forcing herself off the bed and she stood at the door, "Who is it?" It was silent at first and then another knock. "Who is it?!" She asked more louder, not really in the mood.

"It's Hoseok." Cierra reluctantly unlocked the door and opened the door. She stood at the door with a confused expression.

"Why aren't you out?" Cierra questioned, not really wanting him here but she had to hide it.

Hoseok just shrugged, "Not really feeling it tonight, but do you want to go on the rooftop deck? I feel like there's some tension and I just want to air it out."

Cierra stood there, "I really don't want to change what I'm wearing though."

"It's fine," Hoseok shrugged, not really caring, "you don't have to." Cierra slipped on her shoes, grabbed her keys, and her phone. She locked her hotel door and trailed behind Hoseok to the elevator on their way to the nineteenth floor. The ride was silent and awkward but thank goodness that Cierra stayed on the sixteenth floor so it wasn't too long. The rooftop deck was nice, it had a jacuzzi, tables, and a mini-golf course with a bar on the side.

Hoseok pulled out a chair for her as they sat near the edge of the roof that was of course protected by glass. Cierra thanked him before sitting down and she looked down at her painted black nails on the table. "First of all, I just want to say thank you," Hoseok spoke, not feeling the silence, "thank you for even dancing with me. I know at first it felt like you were thrown at the side, I know that you probably feel like you're not useful here, but that's a lie." Cierra looked up at him. "I know touring can be stressful and it's your first time touring and you're still here, thank you. I also want to apologize because I haven't been the best to you at all, it's not right. When everyone is having fun and you're just in the hotel room probably bored as shit. You're not Momo," Cierra's eyebrow raised at that, "you're Cierra and you're my lead dancer. I need to start treating you like my lead dancer. I'm sorry, Cierra."

Cierra was speechless at first. Hoseok scanned her face for something, anything, then she smiled at him, "Thank you, Hoseok. I needed that so much and I feel like you deserve an apology too. For all my attitudes and times that I act like I don't know what I'm doing. Thank you for being patient, I don't know how you do it. Also," Cierra paused and tapped her hand on the table before continuing, "about our incident. It wasn't anything that you said it was just— um—" Cierra started to fiddle with the end of her nightgown, she looked down at the material.