The Power Within || BTS

TWENTY ONE

♦ Pilots ♦

"DOES ANYONE IN this damn building know where Jimin is?" I demanded under my breath. "How the hell does Hoseok expect me to find him like this?"

After I split from the group and messed around with the silver half of my hair, I started asking around for where this Jimin guy could be. The most logical place would be the dressing rooms since he's supposedly one of tonight performers, but he wasn't there.

I have been looking for Jimin's room for a full fifteen minutes now, and my feet are getting sore from running around in heels. Heels aren't easy to manage in. I hate those action movies for making me believe that.

Note to self, never fight in heels because you will lose. Brutally.

After another person couldn't tell me where this damn boy is, I groaned in frustration. Finding a nearby couch in one of the main lounges, I plopped down and pulled my phone from my backpack, taking those death traps off my feet.

Yes, I'm that b~ch who isn't very fond of the feminity of what's assigned to me and would rather wear comfort (read: men's) items.

Before I could message Jin and ask if those two have spotted anything, an arguing trio broke into the lounging area.

There was a purple haired man with a tall, blonde and skinny woman next to him. They were shouting at someone I couldn't see.

"I'm sorry, but I can't deal with this anymore," the purple head shouted, angrily pointing at the blonde. "You are pushing me closer to the edge and I want out before I step over."

"It is not my fault that the boss decided to pair me with an insolent brat like you, Jackson," the one I couldn't see retorted, shoving the taller man back.

The blonde flicked his forehead before turning to the one with purple hair. "Jackson, please reconsider this. The performance is tonight and you don't have any other replacement to work with."

"I'd rather do it alone than force anyone into anything, Lisa," the unseen one replied, pushing through the two bodies. "Jackson, since you want out so badly, you can leave."

"Gladly. Good riddance, Park," the green head spat, marching out where he came from.

"That was idiotic of you, you now that, right?" The girl- Lisa said as the other man sat down in the seat across mine. "Even if he annoys you, he could've help with your big debut."

"I'm sorry, but he was annoying me as much as I was him," he replied, looking relieved but stressed. "But I should've done that after the show. I highly doubt anyone knows this choreography."

You have time to kill, I thought, analysing this situation. Why not use it wisely?

"I can help."

The two looked up at me, a speculative look on their faces.

"Who are you and what do you mean?" the man asked me.

"I'm one of the new performers and I think I have time to kill before my song comes on. I can learn dances pretty quickly and I'm the type not to forget easily if I practice a bit before the performance," I explained, standing up and walking over to the pair. "In short, I may be a suitable replacement for you, if you're willing to let me dance."

"Do you know that globally famous K-Pop band by any chance?" he asked, eyebrow cocked in a sexy manner.

"You're going to have to be more specific, but I think I know which group you're talking about," I replied, walking over to the brunette.