The life of an idol (m.y.g)✅

⭐Chapter 5⭐

Y/N POV

I hear the water already running in the bathroom while can't seem to even move from the spot.
"Are you coming?" Yoongi asks from inside the bathroom.
"Y-Yeah." I stuter, nervously pulling my shirt over my head.
When I have left my clothes as a pile on the floor I walk into the tiled room, already filled with a some steam. Luckily Yoongi stands with his back to my when I enter the shower. The hot water meeting my skin makes me feel better instantly and I almost forget the situation I'm in. I quickly wash my hair and body and almost run from the bathroom with a towel around my body. I quickly dress myself and burst through the bedroom door into the hallway with a red face...

We practice one last time before our manager drives us to the destination. Today we'll perform on live tv and I'm already so nervous.
The stylists do our make up and hand us our outfits for today so I go change in a dressing room. I look myself up and down in the mirror completly baffeled by my appearance. The tight black dress hugs my curves perfectly and is a little too short for my liking. As from the front it looks just like any black dress, the back makes it completly special. There are many cutouts in a complicated muster letting some air through and I almost shiver from the loss of warmth of my favourite hoodie.
Tall boots, also completly black compliment my long, thin legs and complete the outfit perfectly.
After finally coming back to reality I walk back to the others, already waiting for me.
All of them go quiet and shook is diplayed on their faces as the look me up and down. "You look amazing sweetie, but how could they give my little innocent Y/N such a short dress?" Jin says, still completly in shook.
I look over to Yoongi who despite looking quite shocked for someone who always has no expression, seems not bothered with the shortness at all. All over again he looks me up and down, making me a little uncomfortable under his strong stare.
"It's your turn arter this performance, so get ready" a staff informs us and I nervously walk up and down the room, not able to stay still.
I try taking deep breaths as my nervousness increases again. I'll be able to nail it. I know I can. You got this Y/N, you can make it perfect. Taking a last shaky breath me and my members wait behind the stage, getting into position.
The curtain opens after the moderator announces our performance, earning screams and cheers from our ARMY.
I smile lightly when the music starts playing. The lights blend me so I'm not able to make out any faces in the audience, making it feel like it's just me, my boys and the music.
My body autatically starts moving im the rythem of the song, bringing me into some kind of heaven. It's like I'm not on a stage with thousands of people watching, I feel like I'm in the most beautiful place on earth.
The music dies down, bringing me back to reality. To the stage where our song just ended and we stay in the end position for a few seconds. My breath is heavy, my chest rising and falling fastly as I try to regean my breath. I smile brightly, waving to our fans before we leave the stage, the next group being announced.
As we return to our backstage room, I'm as happy as I haven't been in a while. I just can't stop the smile thinking back to the loud cheers of the fans. So after all my mistakes there are still people supporting me. After all those years it feels like we've reached the top together. In order to make it we had rough times but in the end we achieved what we dreamed of. All the hard work seemed to have been rewarded just from the cheer of our fans. That's one of the only things that makes me remember the bright side of this career and why I always wanted to be an idol.