Content warning: making out, implied sexual content
Music shows come hand-in-hand with the winter season.Soon their group gets invited to a college music festival. Jihyo practices for their performance with artificial hope after finding out who the other artists invited are.
It'll be the first time in a month that she'll see Yoongi again.
She knows she should be doing the opposite of obsessing over him, but Jihyo tells herself she'll be satisfied with just a single glimpse.
At the end of it all, Jihyo just wants Yoongi to be okay. Even if it's not with her.
Smoothing down her skirt, Jihyo lines up behind Momo as all the performers get called back on stage to greet the crowd.
On her tiptoes, her eyes scan the faces under the strobing lights and confetti, breath catching in her throat as she finds him in the middle of it all.
Her heartbeat starts racing as they enter the stage, looking out at the crowd and waving. Near the edge, she sees his group passing by from the corner of her eye.
She bows in greeting then raises her gaze to look at him, chest hammering painfully against her ribcage.
Yoongi passes by without a glance.
It isn't until Dahyun pulls her hand that Jihyo realized she hasn't moved from her spot, feet rooted to the ground.
They're back to how they were before. Back to strangers.
Jihyo wonders how the right thing can feel so wrong.
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Her earphones are plugged in as Jihyo tidies up her belongings when her manager taps her shoulder and tells her to go outside.
"What for, unnie?" Jihyo asks, getting a look that says just do it in response before her manager goes back to packing up their costumes.
Bewildered, she looks around the waiting room to find the rest of the girls preoccupied eating dinner on the coffee table.
Out of mild curiosity and begrudging respect for authority, Jihyo walks out of the room. The first thing she sees is a tall man wearing a hoodie leaning on the wall across from her.
When he looks up, she recognizes his face immediately. Kim Namjoon.
He steps off the wall and approaches her. "Hi. Park Jihyo, right?"
Jihyo nods dumbly at him, incoherently muttering, "Y-Yes, uh, that's me, sunbae."
"I'm sorry this is so out of the blue, but–" He rubs the back of his neck apologetically. "Is it okay if I talk to you in private?"
He doesn't break eye contact as he says in a lowered voice, "It's about Yoongi."
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the way you make me (yoonghyo)
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