His body heaved, head slightly dizzy, heart throbbing and stomach churning. His muscles were all sore and tired.
He breathes heavily, his throat and lungs burning.
As the lights blinded his view, making it hard for him to see the faces of the audience, he could only distinguish their lightsticks that created an ocean of lights that moved to the beat that blared through the haul.
His body was drenched his sweat, chest still hearing.
He slowly took out his earpiece, instantly being hit with the loud yells and screams.
He chuckled.
It was all worth it.
Those words replayed in his mind like a mantra, unconsciously trying to convince himself from the contrary.
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FanfictionIn which Park Jimin is a popular idol that is sent in a small coffee shop to film a hidden camera, and Min Yoongi is the quiet barista who was asked to take care of him during his stay. *updates every wednesday and saturday*
