*Forgot this chapter (this happens before the blackmail chapter)
February 18th, 2017:
It was the day of the concert. We were all dressed in our first outfits for the show. We had matching light blue jackets with thin silver highlights throughout. However, unlike the boys, I was in black shorts and a loose, V-neck t-shirt. I also had black boots with next to no heel thankfully. My hair was down and slightly wavy. I had added a few fake silver highlights to my hair for the concert to not look too similar to Namjoon, despite my mauve being lighter than his. I had several silver necklaces, rings, and earrings as accessories. My makeup was very light to not stand out too much from the boys.
"Just do as we prepared. Just as usual, okay?" Namjoon said as we did the run-down for the concert before going under the stage, "It's everyday life for us. We prepared the concert while appearing on TV. Don't consider this as just one other day. People gathered after a lot of work, so we must show them something good. Let's not disappoint, okay?"
"Okay!" Taehyung and Jungkook shouted excitedly.
"Yes," Jimin nodded.
We all came together, putting our hands in.
"Bangtan, Bangtan!" Namjoon shouted. "Bang Bangtan!" we all finished.
We then all made our way to the stage. I could hear ARMY shouting, getting my adrenaline going. I'm handed my microphone before I go on the platform that would rise with us on it. The boys all had wired microphones that went around the back of their necks, but I really didn't like those microphones. I felt it was uncomfortable, especially with my hair long hair moving about. So instead, I stuck to the handheld microphone.
As we performed Not Today as our opening song, I could hear the fans' cheers and screams even through my in-ear. I kept my in-ear quite loud so the screams didn't drown out the song, but it was still loud enough for me to realise.
We had just finished Dope when we rushed backstage. There were three solo performances next, so I had the time to catch my breath and change in much less of a hurry than the others. I go to my changing room and the stylists and makeup artist in charge of me began to work. We had ensured that these were the only people that would work on me so I wouldn't get overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Two songs down and I was once more backstage, but this time I was on much more of a time crunch. I rush to my changing room which was farther away from the boys' as usual.
"Oh, f*ck this," I mutter, taking my shirt off a bit before I got to the privacy of my cubicle knowing I had very little time. It wasn't like I was nude underneath anyways. A white sports bra was just like a cropped top really.
Just as I got in, I quickly threw off my shoes and took off my pants while the stylists got the dress for the performance over my head. I then quickly sat down as the hair stylist added my silver clips and the makeup artist put a bit more of a somber make-up look on my face.
"Y/N!" a staff shouted from the corridor.
I stood up as the makeup artist kept up with me as I jogged slightly, still in the slides I had been given when I took off my shoes. A stylist behind me held my heels as well as the train of my dress to stop me from tripping on it. I got to the lift with my throne just as Namjoon was finishing his song. I sat down, the stylist dramatically laying the train of my dress around me as I caught my breath. I ran through a few quick vocal exercises as Namjoon came down the stage, running past me to change. I took a deep breath as I was lifted up to loud cheers. The direction I had taken for this performance was daring. Adding fifteen seconds of silence was risky. Would fans just cheer and not be silent and reflect as we hoped? Would they get bored with the simplicity? All I could do was hope for the best.
I performed like my life depended on it. When we got to the silence, I put my finger over my mouth slightly, hoping to indicate they should be silent. However, it didn't seem like I hadn't needed to. It had worked, everyone looked like they were in their feels. The fans I could see in front of me looked like they were starting to cry, which was a bit more emotional than I had expected, but still better than being bored or screaming. I closed my eyes, not only for effect but to let memories of not-so-happy moments, inspirations for this song, flash before my eyes. I was glad I had asked for the beat to be louder in my in-ear otherwise I would have missed the restart with how emotional I was getting. As I got back to singing, I could hear fans singing beautifully along with me. I raised my mic towards the fans in a split-second decision, letting them sing. It was a beautiful moment. I took out one of my in-ears to listen to the wonderful voices. I couldn't help but smile, my eyes getting watery. I finally kept singing and ended the song, going back to sit on my throne confidently, but still quite emotionally. The stage went dark, and I was lowered. I quickly got off and rushed backstage to change once more. I didn't have the time to dwell on how absolutely amazing that had gone.
It was now just before the encore and we were saying our messages.
"Wow, look at how many people are in here," I smiled, looking around at the thousands of ARMY bombs in the air, "I always love concerts because that's when I really feel the connection with ARMY. It really is like we finish each other's sentences," I smile, letting the fans cheer, "this was the first time I performed Never Let Me Go and I wasn't sure how it was going to go, but I shouldn't have been worried because I forgot that this song... it's not just my song. You've all taken it and made it yours too, given it your meaning. You feel it just as much as I do and so I just want to say, let's never let each other go, okay? Let's never let each other go. Let's cherish every moment together," I say getting a bit emotional as I looked over to Yoongi that was smiling ever so slightly as fans cheered once more, "I love you ARMY! Let's have fun together until we're old!"
The remaining members spoke as well and the rest of the concert went just as well as my solo performance. I was now waving to fans as the two massive screens closed in front of us after the encore. I turn around to the rest of the members beaming.
"Good job everyone," Yoongi smiled as we walked back to the lounge.
"That was incredible," I beamed the smile on my face feeling like it would never go away.
"Yeah, your performance was something else," Jimin said, swinging his arm around me, "you nearly made me cry".
I chuckle, placing my arm around his waist.
"I won't cry on happy days," Hoseok was saying to cameras, as we passed him to go inside the lounge "I don't cry on happy days".
Inside, there was two staff putting candles on top of a cake. I had made him as well as per tradition, but we had kept it at the company. Seokjin quickly lit the candles before Hoseok came in from his interview.
"He's coming," Jungkook muttered.
Seokjin stood up just in time. Hoseok walked in and we sang happy birthday.
"Make a wish!" I shout before he could blow out the candles. He shoots me a smile and closes his eyes before blowing.
"I can only hope for good health for BTS, ARMY, and Big Hit," he said once the candles were out, "thank you, everyone".
Jimin came over and wiped his finger on the cake, and then on Hoseok's neck. However, Hoseok tried to dodge, leaning over slightly. This resulted in the cake tipping as well and the cake falling onto Namjoon's bag, and partly on Yoongi's back, which had been on the couch Hoseok was standing next to. Jungkook and I burst out laughing.
"Who's bag is that?" I asked, thankful it wasn't mine.
"Ah, that's my bag!" Namjoon sighed disappointedly, "f*ck".
Seokjin took the cake off with Hoseok's help and I brought over wet wipes and napkins.
"Ah, f*ck, it's so dirty," Namjoon whispered as we cleaned it.
"He said the f word," Hoseok said fake stunned to the camera that was filming a documentary of the tour.
"Well, that's an expensive bag," Jungkook chuckled slightly.
"I'm sorry," Jimin said, going on his knees jokingly.
"You guys should be careful," Namjoon shook his head as I took the pile of napkins to the trash and then sat down, letting Namjoon do the more detailed removal of the icing from the cracks of his bag.
"At least we still have Y/N's cake," Seokjin said, patting Jimin on the back.
"Is no one gonna care I have cake all over my back?" Yoongi pouted.
"No," Jungkook, Taehyung, and I all said at the same time resulting in all of the members, but Yoongi, to laugh.
Yoongi then decides to come and sit on me, leaning his cake splattered back on me.
"No, no, no," I shouted, "Oppa, get off!"
I shoved him off and he snickered happy that I now had cake on me.
After we had cleaned up, with Yoongi and I getting new shirts, we took pictures with the signs ARMY had made to post to Twitter. We then changed back to the clothes we had worn to the concert and left in the vans to cheering fans for a well-deserved sleep.
Author's Note:
I came on to publish today and saw I had a notification that I had been put in someone's reading list called "stories I forgot about". For some strange reason, it gave me a good chuckle. However, this is just a reminder that authors do see what you've named your reading lists and I've been placed in some named not so funnily as this one. I get that this story is not for everyone, I never thought it'd get universal love, but remember that there are humans putting a lot of work into these stories. We aren't paid and often have our own jobs and studies to be doing while also writing for you all. I would never think to put stories I didn't enjoy into lists called "mistakes 2". I don't really care, like I said, I know not everyone is going to like it, but I also know this could really hurt some other authors, so please be mindful of that. Let's support each other :)
(I know I'm not reaching those that did that to my story because I don't think they'd have kept reading lol, but maybe you do like my story and have a list like that... please just think of the authors behind the work, good or bad)
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