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6. class

6.

JUNGKOOK'S POV
(translated)

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6PM KST • 5AM EST

"Are we using that one?" Jimin asks. His hands are on his thighs and we are all breathing heavily.

"I messed up," Namjoon sighs, "I don't think we can post it."

"Show me," our director calls for Namjoon to watch over the footage with him.

I'm laying on the floor with one leg bent looking at the ceiling. I'm sweating a ridiculous amount but the small fan that I'm holding to my face gives some relief. I pat my hair to make sure it isn't too damp.

I really don't want to reshoot our dance practice right now.

The seven of us have been working our hardest to ensure a great performance for our ARMY. It has been draining a lot of energy from me, but I know it will be worth it in the end. The last two days were a constant practice, especially because now we know that Airplane pt. 2 will be performed at "The Ellen Show".

In a month we will be having our comeback debut stage in America. It is more than any of us had ever dreamed to happen. As I lay on the practice room floor, I am feeling sentimental about everything.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung stands above me.

I nod to him and close my eyes. I'm exhausted but I would never complain to anyone. We are all exhausted.

I lick my lips and decide to sit up. All seven of us are silently hoping the footage from before is perfect. We had attempted two other times but for the first take Jimin slipped and in the second take someone hit into someone. Now we are patiently waiting to see what RM hyung is talking about.

I push my hair back and with my sweat it stays there. I don't know why I decided to wear a long sleeve shirt and black sweatpants.

Taehyung sits beside me and lets out a groan. I hope we have worked hard enough at our dance for ARMY. I hope it is enough for our BBMAs debut.

"Did you see what she tweeted?" I ask Taehyung. He just looks at me. "Jae," I clarify and he makes a knowing face.

"No," he answers.

"She's going to be at the BBMAs," I tell him.

This somehow makes me nervous. I am nervous enough when texting her because of her beauty, but now she will be physically in an audience as I'm performing. I keep my insecurities to myself. I'm not used to this.

"Wow," he tells me, "What are you going to do?"

"Everyone keeps asking me that," I muffle in a groan.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I want to just tell her my real identity, but I don't want to scare her away, or make her feel like she needs to keep talking to me. I want her to talk to me with an unprejudiced mind.

"Take a selfie with your mask on," Tae suggests.

Suga chimes in, "His eyes are too revealing."