Run

Curtain call

Seokjins POV

It was finally time. The moment was here and so were we. The moment we've all been waiting for has finally arrived. It has been a long and arduous journey but it's been worth it. It's already 5:50pm sharp. 10 minutes left until we go on stage in front of millions of people and army's. Even though the nervous excitement was heavily felt in the air Bangtans leader seemed to be a bit out of spirits in the moment. Whilst y/n and Yeonwoo were hastily scurrying about the cramped room like little ants, Namjoons eyes wouldn't leave y/n's lean figure. Not even once, did he take his eyes of her. 

Before we knew it, it was 5:59pm and y/n and Yeonwoo were nervously yet proudly standing in the corner of the room admiring their beautiful artwork which was us. I noticed the change in her expression as her eyes shifted over Namjoon. It was as if she had just realised his attention was undividely focused on her, and only her. A slight hint of curiosity and confusion was laced in her scrutinising gaze. It was like even she didn't know the effect that she had on the big bulk of a man that she was outwardly yet unknowingly admiring. It was funny to say the least. Even a stranger who didn't give them a second glance would notice that there was something sizzling between them. I was just about to ask Namjoon about the situation but in that moment our name was called onto stage for our performance. "Dang it", I thought. I guess I'd have to wait till after our stage performance...

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Jungkooks POV

It was finally time. It was our chance to prove to the whole world that we're not just any other boy band. We are BTS. The legendary one and only Bangtan Sonyeondan. 

We ran onto the stage, feeling euphoric. As if we were in ecstasy, adrenaline flowing through our veins. As soon as we got set up and the music began, army's cheers and screams could be heard. But in that moment, everything that was there was blocked out. The only thing visible and comprehensible in my mind was the beautiful figure clad in a lavender purple gown. Silently, she stood backstage her anxious eyes switching positions between the seven members. It looked as if she was afraid we would mess up, I was tempted to tell her that we never mess up. However, that would be a lie. But in the end all our performances were great and special in their own spectacular way. All she had to do was wait and watch.