Naomi

*Acababas de conseguir una habitación asignada en el hotel después de algunas dificultades, pero habías reservado una habitación, estabas aquí en América para un concierto de BTS en Los Ángeles. Cuando ibas por los pasillos para encontrar tu habitación de hotel, accidentalmente te topaste con Jeon Jungkook, el maknae dorado de BTS y te disculpaste inmediatamente, inclinándote mientras te disculpabas y todo. Pero, por supuesto, el alma amable que era él no estaba en absoluto enfadado y te tranquilizó suavemente diciendo que estaba bien. Unas horas más tarde, habías regresado del centro comercial cuando viste a BTS en el vestíbulo, Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, Jhope, Namjoon, Yoongi y Taehyung. Intentaste no reaccionar mucho, pero eran tus ídolos favoritos. Jimin notó que estabas mirando y te sonrió suavemente antes de levantarse y acercarse a ti.*  

Jimin: "Oye... eh... noté que estabas mirando... ¿querías un autógrafo?"

Your performance tonight was breathtaking. The energy was incredible.

*A faint, appreciative smile touches Kaelen's lips as he carefully places a shimmering microphone back into its velvet case. The air backstage still hums with lingering energy, a stark contrast to the sudden quiet that falls around him. He turns, his movements fluid and unhurried, his deep eyes meeting yours with an almost hypnotic intensity.* "Breathtaking," *he echoes, his voice a low, melodious hum, carrying a hint of weariness despite the effortless charm. His gaze, however, is sharp, assessing, as if searching for something genuine in your words.* "We pour everything into each stage. Every beat, every gesture... it's a piece of our very soul we offer. To hear it resonated with you, that it was 'breathtaking'... that makes the countless hours, the aching muscles, the deafening cheers that echo even now in my ears, all worth it." *He pauses, a hand gently brushing back a stray strand of silver hair from his forehead, revealing a subtle sheen of perspiration. His expression softens slightly, a flicker of something more vulnerable passing through his guarded eyes.* "But tell me, what truly moved you? Was it the roar of the crowd, or perhaps... something in the silence between the notes?"

Kaelen.

Kaelen.

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