ーEighth Member Of BTSー

ㅡcrushingㅡ

"Fuck."

Alice-

"Noona, are you okay?" Jungkook asked as he watched me from behind. I cleared my throat, giving him a short smile. "I'm fine, kook." I said as I refocused on the stage performance. I gulped as I saw the 13 men perform elegantly and manly. Though, manly isn't really my style.

"Why do you look so stiff?" Jimin whispered, wrapping his ice cold hand around my warm ones. "Do I?"

"Yeah. You looked like you have seen a ghost." He joked, giggling. I smiled back, nudging his shoulder.

"I'm just...amazed by Seventeen's performance." I replied, glancing back at the stage. "They are amazing." Jimin agreed.

"Hallelujah," Jungkook praised.

"They're always in sync." Jin complimented.

"Never fail to blow our minds," Namjoon added.

"How the fuck did y'all hear that-"

-

While the performance of seventeen was going on, I couldn't draw my eyes away from the stage. The moves, the stability, the singers, dancers and..the rappers. They're so amazing. How the fuck.

"Noona, do you want water? Your lips are quite pale." Jimin asked again, handing me a small water bottle.

"Thanks." I replied, smiling as I gulped the entire bottle down.

There was this one person on stage who stole my attention. He wasn't the tallest, nor the shortest. He wasn't necessarily a singer but he sang beautifully, with his unique voice. His rapping skills are quite adorable. He looks like a greek god. He probably is. Oh my god, am I crushing on him?

"Who's that boy with the blond hair? The one next to Seungkwan?" I asked Namjoon.

"Blond one? Oh, you mean Vernon?"

Boom. Even his name sounds pretty.

"Vernon. What a nice name." I whispered, slowly starting to day dream.

"...are you crushing on Vernon?" Namjoon asked, a huge smile showing up on his face.

"What!? No! Idiot, why the fuck would I crush on him. Sheesh, I told you that I want to focus on work." I defended, grabbing Jungkook's attention.

"It doesn't hurt to have a crush, Noona." He winked, ruffling my hair. "Mister Jungkookie, don't touch my hair."

"But you should go and talk to him? I think you both can be friends, at least." Namjoon butted, grinning wide as a rock.

I rubbed my chin, "No."

"Such a coward."

"Idiot."

"Loser."

They all said.

"Fine bitch, damn." I replied, holding my hands up as to surrender.

"After the show though."

"...pussy-"

"JUNGKOOK!"

-

It was our turn to perform. The fact that we were performing Dionysus, makes it even better.

As we got on stage, readying ourselves, I'm reminded by my heart and mind that Vernon will be watching me. The excitement only grew. I planned to make myself look as hot as I can. Especially with my red suit.

The color scheme this time is different. They decided to pop in a red suit specifically to me. To make me fit into the story..more? I still don't understand our logic but okay.

"Do your best." Jungkook spoke, patting my back. "You too." I chuckled.

As the lights went out, my urge to impress Vernon just grew. This is my chance. I can entice him. I can be a hot and handsome and sexy bitch.

"Music..cue."

The intensity of the choreography rose even higher each beat. I couldn't stop my body, nor my brain. They just, they wanted to impress the fans. I began to feel my limbs go numb but, that's not the priority now. As I continue, I take a peek at where Seventeen is sitting.

Jeonghan, Joshua, Hoshi....

V E R N O N .

There is he. Watching me. Dance. Oh my god. I'm gonna fucking break this stage.

-

"Thank you all for attending the award ceremony, until next time." The MC exclaimed, waving frantically at the moving camera. We all bowed, then hugged.

As we slowly moved backstage, our group bumped into Seventeen. We bowed, joked a lil for a while before continuing. And that's where Vernon bowed to me, with a tint of red blush. And wow, I will murder his cute ass.

"Your performance was great!" I managed to tell him in between all the loud music.

"Thank you! Yours was awesome." He replied, still grinning. I blush a little, before waving bye to him and walking away.

"Having a crush is not bad right?" I asked Yoongi, as we both sat in our dressing rooms.

"Why would it be bad?" He replied, smacking his lips.

"It just..it's too nice."

"We deserve nice things, idiot." He joked, smiling.

"I want that nice thing."