~* Nine - Panic *~

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Nari's POV  (a few months later, before their comeback stage)

I adjusted my mic so it fit perfectly on my face. I sat down on the couch behind me. I tightened the straps on my heels. I didn't want then to fall off. With nothing left to do, my mind trailed off.

What if they don't like me? What if they wanted a full hip hop group? What if they don't like the concept? What if I fall? What if I mess up my lines? What if—?

"Calm down, Nari." Jimin sat behind me on the couch and wrapped his arms around my torso. I cringed.

Calm, calm.  I told myself. Just Jimin. Just Jimin. Not them. Not them. It wasn't working. I started to tear up. I didn't want to stop Jimin and make him feel bad. I was just about to break down when Yoongi saved me.

"Shit." He said, dropping his mic. 

Jimin stood up from the couch. I relaxed

Jimin chuckled. "Here, hyung, let me." Jimin fixed Yoongi's mic. Right before walking away, Jimin clinked the tips of their mics together, implying a kiss. 

"Jimin, wait." Yoongi called. Jimin turned around. Yoongi pulled both of their mics off and kissed Jimin. When they pulled away, Jimin was flustered. He quietly fixed their mics.

"Two minutes guys!" a staff member yelled.

"Ok!" Jimin yelled back. "We're coming!"

Yoongi and Jimin walked out of the room. I followed behind. 

Well then. I said to myself. Here goes nothing.

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