We can't

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Irene sat in the mirror, a army of people fussing over her, as they perfected her makeup and hair. She had one lady doing her nails, another working on her hair, the other on her makeup. She sat in silence, her eyes turning to the side, watching the girls get similar treatment. Her thoughts travelling to Jackson without a filter, her lips covered into a smile unknowingly as she remembered him.
She's in love with him.
She had finally admitted it to herself. Even after two years of denying and running from him. Her heart was finally strong enough to say she was in love. She was in love with such a beautiful soul. He never left her mind, he's was always there; mentally if not physically. It's just incomprehensible. He was the one stable force in her life , the one stability in a world filled with chaos and something that she desperately needed in her life. She loved him so much that it was hurting. She was in love with him and She became frustrated at herself for only just realising  it. The feeling was strange; it stretched throughout her whole body. It was overwhelming, yet made her feel complete. It had no bound nor length nor depth; it was just absolute. It felt as though She was in a dangerous fire, yet completely safe at the same time. It felt as though someone was giving her peace. It felt as though her heart was dancing around her chest; and a hole, She was  aware was there, had been filled. She felt so light, like She was on top of the world yet her heart was constricting and it felt as if there was no oxygen in her lungs at the mere thought of him. It's strange – frightening even – how you can go from someone being a complete stranger, to then being completely infatuated by them and wondering how it ever was that you were able to live without them, because you sure as hell couldn't imagine being without them now. She knew that most people would consider her to be foolish and naïve, but it's true when She says that She loves him more than She could ever love herself. She had found her best friend, anchor, her one stability in this world filled with chaos. She was in love, and she now couldn't wait to tell him. Her mind going back to when the had first met after two years, the way in which he said he would wait, the way in which he reassured her that he wouldn't rush in her any sort of way. She looked in the mirror staring at her reflection as the women stepped away from her moving onto the others. She smiled brightly. She was in love and she couldn't wait to tell him that his wait was over. That she was willing to be his, however he would take her for as long as he was willing to hold her.  She had a smile that she wasn't prepared to let go off. She had Jackson who she wasn't prepared to let go off.

Half an hour later red velvet were pushed out onto the red carpet, looking stunning as they posed for group shots and then singular ones. Irene's focus was elsewhere however as she tried to mascaraed her searching. Joy slapped her arm lightly as she was forced to turn her gaze away from the cars that were lining up. She mentally sighed as she stole one last glance before turning to complete an interview. It wasn't until she heard chants for Got7 did her head turn again, her heart thumping as he took paces towards her. He looked amazing. He was clad in a fendi suit that emphasised his perfect physique, his looks speaking for themselves as he oozed sophistication and confidence, he walked with one hand in his pocket causally stopping for photos every once in awhile as they shuffled along the long queue of photographers. They caught each other's eyes staring at each other as though the world fell away. She smiled at him only for it drop in confusion as he turned away from her. She looked at the girls who wore similar looks of confusion as they shrugged their shoulders at her. Irene attempted to pick up her smile as she turned back to finish of the photographs, the girls joining hands as they offered silent support to their leader who was visibly hurt. They watched the mask go back up as quickly as it had fallen, Irene's heart thundering loudly to the point  she could no longer hear anything. She posed one last time not noticing the eyes that were staring at her. Jackson's . She looked stunning. She was dressed in a blue satin dress, that hugged her form like a second skin, emphasising her curves. Her hair was half up half down with trails of hair flowing to frame her face. She was beautiful as always. But he saw the way her smile fell, the way it faltered before the facade went back up. He sighed mentally, the boys giving him weak smiles as they attempted to comfort their brother. He hadn't wanted to do that. Not at all, but he was protecting her. He knew how Youngji would be, the way she would try to harm Irene was something he did not want to see. He watched her walk off the carpet the girls following as they were led to their seats casually talking.