Enigma ||Park Jimin||

*23* Backstage, You Won

Before the camera flashes,
before the light is upon you along with those eyes,
Hold up the glamorous perfect curtain of yours,
the real you is someone you would barely want to show off.

Y/N's P.O.V-

'First, our new SM group will make their debut on stage. We and our forces are joining to cheer you up. Give us your best performance. Please look forward to them and here we go!'

The backstage then was flooded with people. Staffs were running around hurriedly carrying things, working, spending their last drop of sweat to present the idols all polished and glamorous. The incoming roars were gradually getting louder and louder, the audience space filled up from bit to bit by numerous devoted fans. The lightsticks in their hands shone brightly to declare their support for those, who in no time, were about to bring in their show tonight.

'Aishee, joesonghabnida!' I bowed slightly at the apologizing person getting over the abrupt collision and continued my speed walk. Pushing through the curtains, I entered the boys' dressing room. A mild admonishment was running inside at the moment.

'Those buttons are totally broken and falling off. We can't afford to send the boys with their torso all naked in front of the audience, can we? Where's the designer and his team?'

'Eonnie called, they have already arrived and are fixing the outfits. Don't worry.'

'They have got them done.' Seeing me bringing out forward all the fixed outfits cast a delightful look on her face. 'Thank you for bringing them to us.' The stylist quickly took them from my hand proceeding for the last check before handing over to the respective males.

I took a seat beside the manager and led my eyes around the room, focusing on the boys who were sitting before the wide full mirror while the stylists worked on their bare faces to hide the littlest imperfections. It was the night, for their last show to bring on. Also, it was the night, for their possibly last vice to accomplish.

They waited for it. I waited for it. The department, the enlisted operatives selected for the howling mission of the night, waited for it.
And each one for their own purpose.

A trophy awaiting their sinful hands to get held by. And, a pair of menaces to embrace those wrists for the darkest things they ever did before.

The question was, what would they get? Both? Or just one? Or none?

. . . . . . . . . . 

'Ah, I can hold that for you. Do your thing.' I took the hairdryer from the stylist woman's hand holding it before the male's brown-blonde hair locks. 'Thank you Y/N-ssi.' Gifting a sweet grateful smile, she continued drawing with thin liners on his eyelids. I observed his reflection in the mirror.

'How are you feeling Taehyung?' He gave a relaxed smile trying to picture a strong confident look through his appearance. 'I am feeling good. We are all fit for the performance. But-' he paused for a second, then continued,

'my voice hasn't been great lately when I practiced. That's why I am kinda anxious right now.' He licked his lips. Besides what he said, there was something else playing shadows on his face.

'Don't worry.' I put my hand on his shoulder, 'Worrying will only get it worse. Your voice is all perfect right now. Take some water. But don't drink too much.' He smiled a bit and nodded. On the last corner of the room, my eyes caught the maknae, standing with the leader talking over something.

'Hyung, I am still not sure about my part of...' The only words from the maknae my ears could faintly catch, unable to hear what the other said. Namjoon spoke something in a low voice, patting the youngest's back in assurance. I twitched my eyebrow a bit, wondering what they were talking about.