"Relax. Everything will be okay."
Yeah right.
Tonight was the first award show since the public found out about my relationship with Namjoon. I pretty much stayed away from social media since they found out. I would still post and go through my news feed a little but I didn't want to know what the public was saying. I was too anxious about what they would think. I didn't want Namjoon to go through anymore crap than he had already been through.
"Myeon."
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked for the origin of the sound. My makeup artist was standing in front of me.
"You need to get dressed." She said.
I nodded and got up from my chair. I walked over to the clothing rack and stood next to my fashion stylist, Jisu. She pulled out a purple off-the-shoulder gown. It had a sweat heart neck line and a band across the waist line. It was simple yet beautiful.
"I love it." I said with a big smile.
"I figured since you're trying to promote an idea of love, that this would be the perfect color and you look really good in a dress of this style." She said.
I smiled and my heart melted. The color went perfectly with the phrase that Taehyung practically created.
"We purple you." I said quietly to myself.
She smiled at me.
"Let's get you into this." She said.
We walked into the changing room in the back of the room. She closed the door and hung the dress on the back of the door. I put on a pair of nude spandex shorts and a nude strapless bra before getting into the dress, careful not to mess up my hair or makeup. Once the dress was on, Jisu zipped up the dress and helped me into a pair of simple silver open toe heels. Once I was fully dressed, Jisu opened the door. The room went silent when I walked back into the main room. Everyone was staring at me, some of them with their mouths open.
"It looks like that dress was made for you." My hair stylist, Yuna, said.
"That's because it was." Jisu said, walking out from behind me.
The room fell silent again. I blushed and looked down. After a moment, the door suddenly opened and I looked up. PD-nim walked into the room. He wore a black suit coat and pants with a white collared shirt and black tie.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked.
I nodded and started walking toward him. We walked out of the room, down the hall, into the elevator, down to the lobby and out to the back parking lot. I saw a limo in the parking lot. Jinwoo was one of the men standing outside of it. I smiled as I walked out to the limo. I walked over to Jinwoo, who stood with his feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped in front of him. I smiled at him and lifted my left hand to his right shoulder. I dusted off his shoulder and returned my hand to my side. He cracked a smile and I laughed. That had been our inside joke for a few years now.
"Ah! There they are!" PD-nim said.
I turned around and saw all seven boys in suits walking toward me. They all wore a black suit coat, black shoes and black pants with different shirts. When they got over to the limo, they stopped. Namjoon smiled at me.
"You look beautiful." He said.
"You look pretty good yourself." I said, smiling back at him.
