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His foot tapped nervously on the floor to the rhythm of his favourite song as his shaky fingers tried their best to apply make up to the fresh bruise that sat upon his cheek, hissing and wincing at every touch. He didn’t want to have to cover it up, but he didn’t want to cause his manager trouble on the first day of meeting him, so he did as he was told. He’d been in the BB building for three hours now, waiting for his bandmates to come so he could meet them all formally and he was running out of things to do in the small room. He’d applied his cover up four times, restyled his hair and almost smoked through the entire pack of cigarettes he bought on the way here.
Feeling the boredom hit him hard once more he cracked open the window again, lighting up his eighth cigarette as he leaned carelessly out the window, his hood half covering his bright hair as he peered down at the 5-6 people outside, noonas with giant cameras and girls that couldn’t have been much younger than him standing around with their cell phones in their hands, all talking amongst each other. He sighed heavily as he continued to watch the girls, carelessly only blowing half the smoke out of the window as he did so.
The room was filled with the sound of a duck quacking as his phone rang, his hand instantly firing into his pocket and answering it with haste as he pulled it up to his ear, not even getting to say a word as his managers stressed voice bellowed down the phone alerting him that they were close so he should be ready. Tarrin just sighed and hung up, he’d been ready for long enough now, if anything he was more aggravated than nervous, weren’t these people supposed to be professionals? How come the newbie to the industry could be on time but the rest of the band couldn’t? He let out a loud groan and continued to watch out the window for the car to pull up, his arm on the window ledge and his head resting against the arm.
He’d caught himself in a day dream and was pulled out by the sound of a girls scream, instantly dropping the lit cigarette out the window as he did so, “Fuck...” he cursed under his breath, his eyes falling on the dark clothed males getting closer to the building. His nervous returned and took over all of his anger, his eyes stared down at them with wide eyes before jumping backwards, not wanting them to think he had been waiting on them so eagerly he stoop up and walked around the room, running his hand through his hair, the mousse in it making his hand feel sticky but he didn’t care, all the stress he’d lost before had just rushed back into him. His heart raced as he paced the room. His head snapped up at the door as he heard the sound of people walking past, why was he so afraid to meet these people? He’d seen them on TV a million times, surely they couldn’t all be as intimidating as the leader?
He played with his sleeves and stood nervously in the middle of the room as the door opened, his manager signalling for him to walk with him. He quickly followed behind the man, ‘Have you been smoking?’ his wide eyes fell to the floor and he shook his head quickly, “N- no I don’t smoke...” his voice was shaky as he lied. He was lead into a room with a tense atmosphere, his eyes still wide as ever as he looked around at the four familiar faces before looking up at his manager, the mad nodding at him to reassure him. The small male took a deep breath and flashed the others his best smile, hiding all of his nerves as he spoke as clearly as he could, trying his best to hide his accent, “Hello! I’m Tarrin Montri, I’m a 97 liner and I’m from Thailand, so please be patient with me as I’m still not the best at speaking Korean. I’m going to be playing bass with you, please accept me warmly and treat me kindly.” He smiled once more before suddenly remembering what he was told, instantly pressing his palms together and bowing a barely 20º briefly before looking back at his manager, too afraid to look at the older males in front of him.
