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Insecure Top Seokjin 😔.

Seokjin POV

I look into the crowd of people, extremely nervous. I can't find Namjoon. He promised that he'd be here!

"Next up, Kim Seokjin!" The announcer exclaims. I take one last look in the crowd. No Namjoon.

I play guitar, and tonight is the night of my second performance. Namjoon was at the first one, so it's like he's my good luck charm. But he isn't here.

"Kim Seokjin?" The announcer asks. I slowly walk onstage, and sit on the chair. I take a deep breath before starting.

I'm doing good, until I mess up on a bunch of different chords. Eventually, I stop playing and rush offstage.

I stand in the back, feeling like a failure. A bunch of people around me, whisper and point. I wipe my eyes on my sleeve, and pack my guitar.

"Hey, you okay?" My best friend, Hoseok asks.

"No." I mumble.

"Am I late?! Oh god, I'm probably late, right?!" Namjoon asks the director.

"Namjoon." Hoseok crosses his arms.

"I'm so sorry, Seokjin! I tried to get here as fast as possible, but I was stuck in traffic!" He exclaims.

"It's whatever." I mumble, wiping my eyes. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Of course it matters!" He says.

"No, it doesn't! I messed up my one chance, to impress this guy from the music company. My dream is over, Namjoon. It's done." I walk away, leaving my guitar behind. I sit in my car, and try to stop my tears from falling.

"You left this." I look over at Namjoon. He slides my guitar into the back seat, and opens the passenger door. It's silent for a moment, until Namjoon reaches over and takes my hand.

"I'm so sorry, Seokjin. I should've left earlier, or gotten a ride from Hoseok." He apologizes.

"It's not your fault." I sigh, wiping my eyes on my sleeve again. "It's mine. I can't expect you to show up on time, 24/7."

"Stop blaming yourself." He says. "I talked to the announcer, and he's giving you another chance to play. So go back in there, and show them how amazing you are. I'll be right in the front, watching you."

"I love you so much." I lean over the armrest, and kiss him.

"I love you too. Now let's go." We hurry back inside.

"W-What if I mess up again?" I ask.

"Look at me." He places his hands on the sides of my face. "You won't mess up. You're going to do amazing, baby."

He pecks my lips once more, before walking into the crowd.

"Next up, Kim Seokjin! Again." The announcer exclaims. I walk back onstage, and sit in the chair again. My eyes find Namjoon in the crowd. He smiles, showing his beautiful dimples. I relax, and start to play, without messing up this time.

By the end of my performance, everyone is clapping and cheering. I walk offstage, happy.

"I'm so proud of you!" Namjoon jumps onto my back. I smile, and set him down.

"Thank you, angel. For getting me a second chance." I say.

"Don't thank me." He wraps his arms around my neck. "You did amazing."

"You're Kim Seokjin, correct?" The man from the music company asks.

"Yes, that's me." I say. Namjoon removes his arms from my neck, and takes my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'd like to offer you a spot in our staff. You'd have to practice first." The man says.

"I-I'd love that." I say. "Thank you, sir."

When the man leaves, Namjoon squeals and hugs me. "You did it!"

"I-I really did it!" I grin. "I love you so much!"

He stands on his tiptoes, and kisses me. "I love you too Seokjin."

Yes I made Namjoon shorter. Don't judge me😭. I'm sorry for the late update. I haven't been doing well, so it's been difficult for me to write.