Mystery Girl

Busan 3

Trigger warning: Very vague mention about eating disorders

Y/n's POV

Eventually, we leave the restaurant and start to walk back to the arena for the members to practise more. As we enter, the staff members greet us and we politely wave to them before heading to where the other members are. They start to practise again and I have a front-row seat to a private performance. 

I could never have imagined sitting here, looking up at the boys and knowing that they knew me personally. The sun was getting a little lower in the sky now as it approached the afternoon. I could hear the commotion of fans lining up outside, eager to get to their seats for the concert.

I smile to myself. I could have been one of them. Any one of them could have been me, but here I am. The boys now just mark the movements and places they need to be before the fans will be allowed to enter the arena. I start to head backstage, knowing that I couldn't sit here while the fans filed in. As I passed, they waved me goodbye and I smiled back at them, hoping that their performance would be as legendary as it always was.

Namjoon's POV

As y/n leaves, the barricades are moved and the fans flow into the arena, all of them looking excited. They scream and wave over at us as they make their way to their seats and I smile in their direction, giving a little wave before averting my attention back to the members. The staff say that we should have practised enough now and that we should go backstage to get ready for the performance. 

We leave the stage slowly, fans screaming after us. After all these years, the sound of a crowd screaming for me never fails to make my heart race. I take one last glance over my shoulder before disappearing into the right-wing. I know that y/n is lurking around here somewhere, probably having a conversation with Yoora and that means it is a perfect opportunity for me to try and get Jin and Jungkook back on good terms before we start performing.

Jin's POV

As I trail behind the group, I think of my fallout with Jungkook in the morning. Did I need to be so harsh on him? He really is still a child anyway. My pride is hurt by the suggestion that I might have been in the wrong, but after raising this child, I think that a little fallout over a girl really shouldn't affect our relationship seriously. 

When I enter the room, instead of getting changed, everyone is standing in a circle in the middle of the room. I walk over curiously to join them and Namjoon starts talking. "So, we know you guys fell out this morning," he pauses, looking at me and Jungkook. "But, will you two agree to put your opinions aside at least for now so that we can have a good performance?" I make eye contact with Jungkook to confirm whether I should apologise or not. 

Jungkook's eyes have softened from the hardness they have carried whenever he looked at me today. He nods slightly as a signal that he will apologise if I do too. "Ok, I am sorry." I sigh and stick my hand out to Jungkook to shake, he smiles at my outstretched hand and shakes it firmly. My body relaxes with relief. Even if I didn't want to admit it, our argument had stressed me out today. My muscles that had been tense for so long finally relaxed and everyone turned away to get changed.

Jimin's POV

I had watched Jin and Jungkook curiously when Namjoon brought up their argument. I didn't have much information about what happened this morning, but I know that they are both ridiculously stubborn and I almost thought that they would refuse to apologise to one another. When they shook hands, I let go of a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. 

I turn away from the members to get changed, with a sudden wave of anxiety about the performance. My perfectionism has been my strength and my weakness in this business. The members know how to deal with my habit of beating myself up now and I am also able to look after my mental wellbeing better than I have in the past. 

I bump into Tae as I turn around and he instantly recognises the fear in my face. He wraps his arms around me silently. After knowing each other for so long, verbal communication is no longer necessary most of the time. I embrace him tightly, near tears remembering all the times he has been there for me, all the memories we share.

I laugh softly and he pulls away gently to make eye contact with me. "What would I do without my bestie?" I whisper quietly and he smiles, "Probably not have half as much fun." The unspoken words about my insecurities, my problems with food and all the times I broke down is passed between our eyes and I pat him softly on the shoulder before breaking contact. "Come on, let's get ready."

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Author's Note

May have nearly cried, writing the last paragraph while listening to One Direction's Half A Heart hits hard. Again, this silly author has managed to take forever to update, I really need to get more on top of my game haha. I do hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it and I love you all 💜