You Were My Love

Scene 123 - Camera

"So, Mr Sassy Retort, are you ready now to work those pink cushions to their full potential?."

Die. That was all that was left for Jimin to do.

On the spot.

Right now.

Please, please, please.

He was closing his eyes so tight and hard that they hurt.

His whole face must have scrunched up.

He opened his eyes again to bright lights – but not the ones to Heaven.

Spotlights.

In Hell.

That's where he had landed instead, he realized, as two round orbs were staring at him through a frown and maybe – just maybe, a slight glint of amusement.

After the cold sweats of realization, hell it was indeed as Jimin's whole face was burning red and up with the deepest of embarrassments.

Perhaps that Mr Jeon had been just about right when he called him "schizo."

Because that's what Jimin exactly felt he was being at that precise moment.

Or - more accurately - his BODY was.

Face red, but chest and limbs frozen, stifled and stricken in a mix of panic, helplessness and sour regrets.

Jimin was doomed.

There was not way he was going to pull back.

How could he even make up for his earlier attitude and comments?

He had screwed his chance. Once again.

Bitter sadness seized his heart and damp coldness settled over his skin.

Why couldn't he ever do things right?

And what did he expect anyway?

He wasn't even supposed to be here to begin with!

He felt so pathetic. He WAS pathetic. No wonder his life was such a wreck.

He felt out of place. He just didn't belong here.

Maybe he should just go. Leave.

Did he belong ANYWHERE in the first place?

He wasn't no freaking model, for Heaven's sake!

He wasn't even a dancer any more.

And hardly had anybody to call his own.

No safe place either to return or run to...

A blinding flash of light startled him back from his whirl-winding thoughts to full awareness.

Wait – was that a shot?

"Bad!!"

The photographer's comment was like a bucket of ice cold water on his nape, and his body instinctively responded – the professional dancer in him reacted to the director's command and he straightened his back.

The next second, another rush of discomfort hit him and his eyes darted to the floor.

Jimin started to fiddle with his fingers.

What could he do but wait for his fate to reach his self-induced misfortune?

"Hey! Look at the camera!" Mr Jeon ordered bluntly.

Flash!

Another shot!

But the tone and comment were still full of objections.