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𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑
Chapter 1
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[Disclaimer, there's not alot of dialogue in this first chapter because we're kind of getting the atmosphere and his feeling towards things. It's also really hard for me to add a lot of details from the concert so it is shortened and skipped
through. If I feel like it, parts will be added. Everything is subject to change and I'll be adding an introduction soon, please leave feedback if anything is inaccurate but do not leave hate im trying my best! Enjoy!]
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It was three hours before the concert. He sat silently in the studio chair, blocking out the noise. Darkness was the only thing in front of him, and the only feeling he could focus on was the many hands running through his now-long, blonde hair and tugging at the edges of his black leather jacket, making small adjustments to how it sat on his shoulders.
Light floods his eyes as he opens them. He sends a small smile toward the crew through the mirror he's facing, reassuring them that he's okay, even though he's actually exhausted. He really didn't get much sleep the night before.
"Jimin!"
A loud, enthusiastic voice comes through the door, two hands clapping together as the footsteps come closer. The staff finally part from the hair and makeup chair.
"Namjoon." Jimin sends a forced smile at him through the mirror.
Large hands grip both sides of Jimin's shoulders, slightly squeezing them. Their eyes meet through the mirror in front of them.
"Today's going to go just fine. Don't overthink anything. You will do great."
Namjoon lifts a hand from his shoulder and runs it curiously down the back of Jimin's hair, fiddling with the ends.
"...I know."
His shoulders drop, and he lets out a sigh of air that feels like he's been holding it in forever. He hates that Namjoon can always pick out his emotions.
Don't overthink anything.
Joon slips out of the trance of Jimin's hair and pats his back, standing straighter.
"Come on, let's hang with the others."
He grips both arms of the studio chair and finally—almost—meets Joon's eyes. With Joon being a few inches taller, Jimin sends him a pursed-lip smile as they turn to walk out of the room, Jimin following slightly behind.
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Just a room down from where Jimin was, the rest of the members were already together, and he could hear faint bickering through the slightly cracked-open door. J-Hope was probably forcing Suga to take some pictures of themselves in the mirror, and Jin was probably laughing at them from the couch.
On the other hand, with JK and V, there had been a lingering tension between the two that Jimin had been ignoring. But it was so hard to ignore when he was present.
It was complicated.
Namjoon made a boastful entrance, Jimin following slowly behind, acting like he was "fixing" his hair, which had already been done five minutes prior and looked completely fine.
"Where were you?"
Jungkook stood from the couch and walked toward Jimin. He playfully punched Jimin's abs through his black tank top, which was revealed because his jacket wasn't zipped. Jungkook managed to get the cheesy smile out of him that made him forget all his troubles.
