Backstage | VSOO ✔︎

twenty | xoxo

Third Person POV

five years later

"Frick. Dara Unnie will kill me." Jisoo rushes, moving through the busy crowded streets of New York City.

"I'm sorry!" In a frantic state Jisoo apologizes to the stranger she had bumped into, who only responded with a glare back.

What's kindness nowadays right? Everyone in NYC is so busy trying to get to their destination that often time kindness is bypassed.

Jisoo drops down on the ground, picking up her phone that fell on the cold cement of New York, letting out a long release of oxygen, Jisoo tries to calm her nerves down. It's okay to be a few minutes late... despite it bothering every inch of cells in her body.

Aish why did I rewatch the whole Modern Family show last night. Jisoo recalls the reasoning for her lack of sleep which led her to sleeping through her alarm this morning.

"Calm Jisoo calm..." Jisoo lastly says before she stands back up, fixing her appearance as she readies to speed her way to the theatre.

A hopeless romantic would say it was fate the way Jisoo's eyes landed on the big banner posted above her. It was inevitable to miss it, it was huge enough to spot from a mile away.

"BTS CONCERT TOMORROW AT SEVEN PM!" Jisoo read on the LED screen in Madison Square Garden.

It wasn't a surprise to Jisoo. She's never failed to hear about the success of the band, from being number one on the Billboard charts, to grammy award winner, and to being Korean herself that other ballerinas would ask her to translate their interviews. She very well knew of their success, his success.

She stares at it for a good ten seconds before she finally realizes how late she is for her rehearsal.

The thought of her and V in the same city didn't bother her or the slimmest chance of bumping into him never crossed her mind. That would be impossible, right?

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Jisoo's chest rise up and down, she felt the tiny drops of sweat on her forehead glide down the layers of makeup on her face. Automatically, she plasters her wide heart shaped smile as the applause of the audience plays like music in her ears.

This was it, the exact moment she felt like she finally made it.

Her eyes glimmer in a coat of threatening tears as she continues to scan the packed crowd all standing on their two feet, applauding her. Memories of never ending obstacles flash her mind as it was not an easy journey to get to where is standing right now.

The closing night of her whirlwind three week Nutcracker show, three weeks since she reached her Prima Ballerina status.

It's as if it was just yesterday she watched the prima ballerina dance the Sugar Plum Fairy... with V. Their first day, their first day as a couple, the first time she ever confessed, the first time she opened her heart to someone. But of all times, why did he cross her mind now — it must've been from what happened this morning...

I felt John, my partner squeeze my hand. We circled each other, our gaze remained locked until we took a step forward and bowed. The cheers grew louder. I felt his hand snake around my waist, I looked up at him and found him smiling at me warmly, I smiled back.

It's been an honour dancing with him these past months from rehearsal to shows, he's been my mentor through it all, I'm definitely one lucky girl to have him as my first partner in my first lead.

"Congrats! You did wonderful!" one by one the other ballerina greeted her with cheerful smiles as she made her way backstage towards the dressing room.

As usual her dressing room was filled with bouquets of flowers from her sponsors, friends, and family.

"Yah! You're lucky the directors didn't kill me! How can you possibly be late on your LAST show!" Dara, Jisoo's manager, began to hit Jisoo's back, scolding her like a child as soon as she entered her dressing room.

"Ow Owww! Unnie It was only five minutes!" Jisoo yelled.

"Yeah well that's what you're saying now, watch you be 10 minutes late next time. You can't lose focus just because you are now a prima ballerina!" Dara continues to scold her.

"Nee Nee" Jisoo mocked.

"Before I forget Rosé called, she's super sorry that her flight got cancelled and missed your last show. She sent flowers though, it's the pink one over there." Dara shares.

Rosé and Jisoo have patched things up between them. Rosé knew that Jisoo just needed time. After granting that space,  she flew directly to New York City with one goal in mind, which was to get things back to normal between them, and thankfully it was a success.

"Oh and I saw that look earlier" Dara continues to talk.

"What look?" Jisoo asked cluelessly as she began to wipe off the thick layers of makeup on her face.

"You and John. I'm surprised y'all STILL aren't dating."

"Oh come on Unnie, he's just a sunbae, he's literally 10 years older than me. I'm sure he only sees me as a sister." Jisoo tried to convince her manager of five years who is the number one die hard fan of John Nijinsky.

No lies were said, Jisoo never saw John that way. He was merely a senior ballerino that she respected and looked up to.

After getting unready it was her ritual to finally look at her gifts one by one. Despite all her fame and being the top ballerina of the year, Jisoo remained humble. It was not an easy journey to get to where she was and being Asian in this field, she had to work twice as much harder. So Jisoo was always thankful for every love she received through this craft.

The last remainder bouquet caught her eyes, it was the biggest of them all. It was so large, it was impossible for Jisoo to count the amount of roses it had. But what intrigued her was the colour. It was purple, her favourite.

She had never received purple flowers, therefore, her curiosity grew larger. Which of her sponsors had sent these she wondered.

Unfolding the letter attached,

Congrats.
xoxo, V.

For a brief minute, Jisoo felt like her heart had momentarily stopped. It can't possibly be who she's thinking... right?