There one day left until the fansign, and i have perfectly constructed and drafted my questions for ateez. I decided that i would not be able to afford buying props, and instead used my budget to get a hair cut. Well, this will probably be the first and last time i can see ateez up close and in person, i might as well give it my best and leave a good impression on them, i thought. I went to a salon in the lotte world mall for my haircut, and by the time it was finished the sun was setting. For the whole past week the weather was terrible: raining everyday, and today was no different. On my way back to the hotel it started raining, making my efforts to preserve my new hairstyle for tomorrow go to waste.
Slightly annoyed and drenched, i arrived to my hotel room and headed straight for the shower, telling myself that it's better my hairstyle got ruined since i wont look like i tried too hard tomorrow. But, this is my nature: i care alot what people think of me, and how i am perceived, even though i know most people wouldnt care at all. Pining over the countless scenarios where i would make a fool of myself in front of ateez tomorrow, i drift into sleep.
The next morning, i wake up with only two hours left until the fanmeeting, hating myself for being irresponsible and forgetting to set my alarms. I had wanted to spend a long time today doing my hair and makeup, but it takes one hour from my hotel to the fansign venue, so i rushed and did a sloppy makeup and hair style. I wore a light lavender cardigan crop top with a pair of blue jeans and a basic tote bag. My shoes were some unimpressive back slingbacks and my hair was down, i had tried to recreate yesterday's perfect hairstyle but it looked like i had various clumps of warped curls for my hair, so i tried to make up for it with a sparkly hair clip. Grabbing my belongs, i rushed out of the hotel room.
After a painstaking hour of riding the subways and transferring lines, i arrived to the fansign venue on time. After being assigned my seat i sat down and checked my appearance in my phone camera. To the surprise of no one, the humidity of Seoul had caused my makeup to look 1000% shiny and greasy, while whatever curl formations my hair previously had, was now a limp wavelike silhouette. I hope i don't scare ateez, gosh i really should have used some powder for my makeup today. As i was spiraling in my own thoughts, the boys came out, mingi, seonghwa, hongjoong, yunho, san, jongho, wooyoung, and yeosang (that is the order they sat in too). I was excited but also confused since the fansign was all in korean and i didnt speak the language. Nonetheless, i waited until my number was called up to see the boys.
