Reversed

☆18☆

"Time for practice, Hyung," smiled Jungkook, gently pushing Jimin's hand out of his hair.  "Manager hyung is waiting for us outside."

"Ahh, sorry, Kookie.  I'll hurry."  He playfully pushed Jungkook off his lap and stood up, walking past Taehyung and getting a quick slap on his rump.  "Taehyungah!" he screeched as he raced to the bathroom.

Taehyung laughed and sat on the floor.  He looked over at Jungkook who looked back at him with a sly gaze.  "Are you thinking what I'm thinking," mumbled Taehyung.

"If I am, that would mean I'm crazy," grinned Jungkook, shrieking as Taehyung quickly jumped up from the floor and threw himself on the maknae.

Taehyung laughed as he grabbed Jungkook's face and held it still.  "I mean, he's even dreaming about her." 

Jungkook nodded and his eyes shifted towards the bedroom door.  "He's got it bad."

"But what is it about her?

"What is it about us that draws fans in," reasoned Jungkook, propping himself up on his elbows and shoving Tae to the side.

"Our fabulous looks, impeccable charms, our ability to make them have 'feels'," said Taehyung, counting off the reasons on his fingers.

Jungkook giggled.  "Hyung, I think Jimin is becoming a fan of this girl.  He's suffering from fan feels. Don't you think?"

Taehyung hummed his agreement.  "I concur." He nodded his head firmly.  "Yep." 

Jungkook laughed at his favorite hyung.  He reached over and patted Taehyung's hair, earning him a sour stare. 

"Yah," said Taehyung in a low voice, "I am the older one here.  No treating me like a child." 

"Sorry, Hyung, I couldn't help it.  You were just sooo cute," giggled Jungkook, suddenly taking off out of the room with a growling Taehyung close behind.

"JUNGKOOOOOOK!"

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The recital hall was buzzing with excitement.  Fellow music students poured into the seats, sitting amidst parents and family of the students performing. These recitals were a big deal on campus.  It was a chance for each student performing, to showcase their talent and in return, not only get a good grade but also perhaps be seen by someone in the music industry who could find a niche for their talent.

Nari was blissfully unaware of the stressful undercurrent of the whole program.  She was however, horribly aware of her raging nerves as she wiped her clammy palms on her black dress for the tenth time.  "Ginaaaaaa," she whined, "how are you so calm?"  Nari paced back and forth in front of her friend who was lounging on a chair in their dressing room.  Several other performing students paced the floors, some listening to their pieces through their earbuds and others mentally going over the music in their heads.

Gina looked up at her roommate and giggled.  "You need to calm down or you'll mess us up."

"I can't!  I'm just...so nervous!  I've never played in front of so many people." 

"I'll be there with you.  Just calm down."  Gina reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair back into her low bun.  "Here," she said, standing and then shoving her earbuds into Nari's ears.   She pecked something on her phone  and then told Nari to close her eyes.  She pushed Nari's shoulders, making her sit down in the chair she'd just been in.