Dancing On Thin Ice // KTH

Chapter 07

(So how'd you guys enjoy the previous post? Did the characters match who you thought of them as? Pic above ^^^ is the young woman judge with white-blonde hair btw. Thanks for reading and I'll work hard to never disappoint yall:)!)

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What the fuck was this? Carmela couldn't believe it. This was getting seriously creepy.

She stared at Taehyung's dropped jaw as it turned into an angry frown, a frown that she furiously returned. The other judges sitting behind the long table, glanced at them strangely, unaware that they had met damn again for the hundredth time. Carmela scoffed lightly, turning a corner of her mouth upwards into a forced smile. She snatched the paper from Taehyung's trembling hand and briskly turned around, walking to her spot at the other end of the room. 

How could... why did... who even... what just happe- HOW THE FUCK IS HE EVERYWHERE?

Okay, it made sense for him to be at the bar, like it wasn't a crazy coincidence since it was a popular place, and a lot of young people work there. But as a judge for the specific audition she was performing? Now hold on a smokin sec there... Suddenly, a shiver ran through her and her puzzled eyes hit him from across the room as she returned to the group of people. 

Could... could he have been serious that time? 

She narrowed her eyes into his scowling ones. 

Was he actually stalking her? Wait... what could he possibly want? Revenge? For what happened on the blind date? Oh, why did she have to pull his hair! And why did she have to say all that shit to Aunt Kass about him... fuck what was he gonna do now?! What if he ruined her audition? No, no, no, that would destroy her career and dreams and happiness and then Aunt Kass would try to marry her off to some random dude, but she'd run away before the wedding and go to fucking college for a hairstyling degree but eventually fail miserably at everything and then be forced to live in a carboard box on the street, BEGGING FOR THE REST OF HER LIF-

"No!" 

Carmela felt an odd silence, and snapped out of her stare on the curly haired boy. She glanced around and realized everyone in the entire room was looking at... her?  The standing woman was gaping at her too, and she realized the judge had stopped talking. Wait a sec... did she just yell? Was that not in her head? Ohhh shit... ohhh fuck... Her cheeks flew up in flames as she loudly cleared her throat. Sweat slid behind her ear as the bag dropped from her flimsy hand. Why were they still staring? God, stop staring before I do something and get kicked out!

"Um... All good there?" The blonde young woman called hesitantly. Carmela awkwardly reached down, grabbing her bag. 

"Yes!! Um... sorry. Yes. I just- um, I'm a little sick, so... the cough just came out weird, um yeah..." Carmela mumbled, and heard a few snickers from the group of dancers around her. She never got embarrassed and when she felt the feeling a little bit, she just got angry and shut them up for good. But this was different. She had to be professional, and think with a cool clear head... can I  please just rip the curly hair out of his motherfucking head first? 

"Okay..." The judge said. "Namjoon, help her with the sticker."

Sticker? She looked down at the thick, glossy paper in her hands. Oh.

A tall, dirty-blonde haired young man leaned away from the wall beside the group of dancers, sighing. Carmela didn't even notice he was there as he stepped over to her, holding out his hand.

"Give it." He said, annoyed. 

Carmela looked at the boy and before she could say she could do it herself, he reached out and swiped the paper from her hand. She quietly scoffed but kept it cool, feeling everyone's eyes burn into her again. At least the judges weren't staring; they chatted amongst themselves at their table. Namjoon peeled the backing of the paper, letting it fall to the ground, and held the large square sticker by the tips of his fingers. Without warning, he pressed it quickly to her stomach, and she smacked his hand away as he neared to smooth it against her shirt again.