Make It Right / V KTH / Suga MYG / BTS Completed

The Show

We have been waiting in the dressing room quite a while and I'm fairly certain that another bottle has been opened. I think my glass has been refilled, possibly more than once. I must keep focused, I want to get good pictures but most of all I don't want to embarrass myself. I can usually hold my liquor, but Champagne is a strictly 'one glass for best results' type of drink.

I'm glad for the extra time before they are scheduled to perform and I make my way out into the hallway for a little breathing space. I nearly stumble as I get up but I don't think anyone sees. Why did I wear these super high heels? Black boots are normal for me, best for moving while taking pictures, but tonight I just had to wear heels and show off. I chastise myself as I shut the dressing room door behind me.

An NBC Page seems to appear at my side as if by magic. "Can I help you with anything?" he asks.

"I just need to walk for a bit, if that's OK." He smiles back at me.

"Oh Yes, there is a nice viewing area with a good sunset view if you just follow this hallway and take a right." He indicates the direction. I nod and turn to follow the hallway around the corner.

I find the quiet space with floor to ceiling windows high above the street below. The orange rays of the sun, low on the skyline, fill the small space making it warmer than normal. I close my eyes to feel the warmth but in my dizzy state I feel my body shift forward and I lean too far and my head hits the window with a 'thud'. Feeling the cold hard glass, I open my eyes, startled, then I feel someone behind me.

"Are you ok?"

I spin around to see Yoongi looking at me concerned. He is very close to me and both of his arms reach out to hold me steady. I'm held between the glass and his body and I try to avoid looking directly at him, embarrassed by my fumble.

I nod, "I'm OK really." He puts his finger to my forehead and touches it softly where I bumped. His other hand is wrapped around my waist.

"Did it hurt you?" I can smell the Champagne thick on his breath. I try to step away from his grasp but he clutches me tighter.

"I'm fine," I say, leaning back.

His head drops. "I'm not fine," he sighs. I'm confused by his words and I stop trying to move away. His grasp loosens. "I don't know what to do," he continues.

Now I'm concerned for him. I step aside from the window and he follows me, his head still down. "What's wrong?" I ask cautiously.

"It's you," he says. His finger points to his temple, "in here!" He looks up at me and senses my confusion, "and in here." He beats at his chest roughly. I'm unsure how to respond.

My silent pause gives him a moment to reach out for me, to try to pull my body close to his. "If you had met me first..." he says, slurring the last word. "Then I'd be with you and not Tae." He moves even closer. "Do you like me?" He sounds confused and insecure- two things I would never expect from his strong, serious demeanor, and I think maybe the alcohol is effecting him a bit too strongly. He tries to touch my face, almost as though he may kiss me, but I pull back and don't give him the chance.

"Yoongi," I guide him to a chair and he drops back into it heavily. "You are feeling the Champagne, just like I was, you aren't yourself." He shakes his head from side to side.

"I thought about you all night, and when I saw that picture of Tae kissing you I was so unhappy." He drops his head to his hands. I feel really badly for him, and I know this side of him is not what he would normally want me to see.  I lift his face to look up at me. He stares up into my eyes longingly. I choose my words carefully.