Can't Wait To See You Again

Dexter (the one with the laboratory)

The stylist noonas were two seconds from burning them all with a curling iron and they knew. They weren't trying to be annoying, even though sometimes it happened very naturally, but they were extremely on edge. Hoseok, who on a normal day already had enough energy to become a power source to light up a small city, had drank 5 espressos and was then vibrating at the speed of light, bouncing around the room and making sure everyone had the choreography on point. Jin had once again dyed his hair a light lavender in the middle of the night and sent one of the stylist into an early retirement. Even Yoongi, who was usually pretty good at keeping his emotions in check, had already hissed at Taehyung twice.

But no one was worse than Jungkook and, surprisingly, Namjoon.

You had impacted them all in different ways, each being fascinated with a different aspect of your content and personality. For Namjoon, it was your words. He wouldn't go as far as saying he had an eloquence kink (a term created by no other than Yoongi himself), but there was something alluring to someone who could verbalise so clearly their thoughts, who could paint with words and out of them create art. You were like that: you had him hanging onto your speech, making rhymes out of your thoughts, incorporating your ideas into songs. Had him listening to your videos with his finger tapping on the wood of his desk, creating a beat even without realising.

He so desperately wanted to see you, to see if you were this inspiring in real life as well or if, just like many of the people he met, you were a completely different person when a camera wasn't pointed at you. He knew you were a song writer too, although your styles were not that similar, but just like a kid wanting to understand a magician's tricks, he wanted to see your thought process.

But being so focused on you, Namjoon had difficulties focusing on anything else and therefore turned himself into a serious hazard. It wasn't one purpose, but he had been tripping on himself and knocking things out the entire day. He had, so far, broken:

-Hoseok's phone, but managed to blame it on the fact that the older boy had ran into him out of nowhere like a violent ball of excitement.

-At least two eyeshadow palettes and was now the most hated member of the group by the makeup crew according to recent researches.

-His own bracelet which then made Jimin slip on the beads and go straight to the floor, just like a cartoon.

-His toenail, when he hit the door with his foot in an attempt to dance his troubles away.

So he had been exiled to the back of the room, sitting on one of the couches with his cellphone and a pair of earphones. For an outsider, he might've looked as if he was on something, some weird never heard before drug. He was staring into nothing, mouthing stuff to himself, airpods hanging carelessly from his ears.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was haunting the security team. He had shown your picture several times, as if you were some sort of lost child, and demanded that if seen you should be invited backstage. Had he planned on what he would do if they actually found you? No. All he knew was that he could not let the opportunity go.

"Any luck so far?" he asked the head of the security team, once again, as the minutes ticked down to the beginning of the concert.

"Not yet" the man answered "There had been some weird movement a while ago and we thought it could be her, but the girl didn't match her description.Taller, red hair."

Jungkook visibly slumped.

"Yeah, okay." he said, and the other man almost felt bad for the boy who had been pestering his team all day "Let me know if anything changes."