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and the way he moves grabbed yoongi's attention.
yoongi never was meant to be here. he should be at home on his couch, flicking the channels on his remote endlessly. though, his best friend hyeri had a spare backstage ticket, and because she treats him like a slave, he unfortunately had to wait for her to finished her girl's day stage so he could take her to the nail salon after, and a variety show after, and to her dorm after--
of course, he had a connection with the media. his jobs allows him to, that's how he met hyeri, and a whole lot of other people that seems to be way too out of his league; but yoongi doesn't care. he rather being the backstage, than being out in the open with fame exposed to him, all lights and glitter. one mistake and you're done for.
suddenly, the door bursted out along with the deep tone and the camera rolling at the back. The guy was bowing endlessly. He must've thought that girls' day is in the dressing room, but little did he know that they're actually on stand by. yoongi cleared his throat, looking at the what seems to be a boy younger than him, dressing in fancy clothes that the middle agers would think that this boy is from the future.
"oh, you're not girls' day." said the fancy boy dumbly.
"oh, i'm hyeri in disguise. don't believe me? flash my panties." said yoongi in his casual sarcastic tone.
unfortunately his screen time was never on aired.
it took him a plenty of google searchings that the boy that he had just met is Kim Taehyung, or what they called, V. Not sure if it stands for Vagina or Vulgarity ( because yoongi has watched all those fancams and damn, his tongue was sinful, a perfect fit between his-- ehem, ladies' legs. ) but apparently, google says that V stands for Victory, and yoongi just settles on that, disregarding how cringe worthy it is.
sooner or later, he added 1000+ more views to the MVs, which is uncharacteristic for him to suddenly, be so interested in such person-- an idol to be exact. he never really liked dancing, but when taehyung- no, V did it, it looks so fluid, so unique that got yoongi fantasizing, dreaming, and endless nights of falling asleep while watching the dance practices on his laptop.
the current tab on his laptop is called, "The Most Official V/Kim Taehyung Thread!," and yoongi tried his best to use his body to cover his whole screen, not wanting his newest obsession to become a stir. he's working, yes. in a booth that they've set up just for him. you could say that it's his second home, with his chair a spinning one, and his personal stuff scattered around the room. right now, a song by Nell is currently playing, and all that yoongi is waiting for, is for today's guest to come through.
"V's blood type is AB, huh?" he muttered to himself, eyes scanning all the facts, casually dragging all the pictures to a folder in his desktop, but the guest finally came in, so he halted his activity.
at the first glance though, yoongi was speechless. he wasn't expecting to meet the boy sooner. his reaction totally different from their first meeting, with his lips pursed trying to swallow a squeal, breathing calmly to stopped himself from scanning V from head to toe. he gave out a curt nod of a bow, trying his best to be who he always was; sarcastic and tight.
"so, V, I heard you played the saxophone." he stirred a conversation with the ON AIR sign bright red above his head, blinking his eyes lazily. it's currenly 1am, whoever is listening right now must've been a huge fan.
"that's right, hyung, you must've did a whole lot of research about me." and suddenly, yoongi's sleepiness has worn off. confusion in his eyes, until he realises that, he never shut the tab off from his laptop. his phone vibrating with V's face evident as his wallpaper, and yoongi turned red, avoiding the other boy's orbs by putting a sunglasses on his face, despite it being almost 2am.
"oh shit, you're onto me."
