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Taehyung and Sora were on their last song for the Quebec concerts.
They were still fighting but they were professionals and their on-stage love never wavered.
Taehyung was crying again, but this time it was out of pure adoration for his fans. He truly held a special place in his heart for them. It touched us all.
The managers dried his tears and then everyone took a photo together.
I was really fidgety because I was actually leaving Quebec earlier then everyone. Tomorrow, everyone was supposed to go sightseeing but I was taking an early morning flight out back to the states because the managers couldn't get me a ticket in time. They had managed with all the other flights except this one.
"Umm, I don't mean to rain on the parade but I have something to announce. Not that it's a big deal or anything, but I'm leaving back to the states tomorrow morning at like four a.m.," I blurted.
All the cheeriness from before vanished.
"Is it really that bad? I mean we'll see each other again after the holidays," I added.
And then it turned into mass hysteria.
"Of course it's bad! You're like family to us and you're leaving us early! We're not even gonna spend the holidays together!" One of them wailed.
"Guys, I'm going to be in Korea in December. It's literally not a big deal," I reasoned.
"You're crazy if you think you don't mean that much to us. And on that note, we're throwing you an impromptu going away party right now," Jungkook huffed.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me out, the others following us like a parade. But two particular people were oddly silent.
But I didn't have time to care because they shoved me into a car and drove back to the hotel.
"Change into your nicest dress!" They exclaimed.
"I brought none," I said.
The stylists' eyes lit up, "We've been waiting to do this to you forever!"
They dragged me to a room and forced me into a chair before all of them collectively started working on my hair and makeup. And yes, it was all at the same time.
"How are you guys so coordinated?" I marveled.
"No talking."
So I sat quietly, my eyes shut as I felt the fluttering of brushes, irons, and unidentifiable substances.
But it was all worth it because when I opened my eyes, I could've sworn I was from a Hollywood block buster.
My hair had been extremely curled to frame my jawline, and my makeup had been done so seductively and enticingly.
"Wow."
"And here's the best part."
One of the stylists came back with a very fancy dress in his hands.
"I had this one in the back in case Sora ever wanted it," he said.
"I- that's so beautiful."
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Fame Isn't Worth It | k.th
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