He can hear the distant cheers from the crowd. He looks at himself in the mirror and takes a deep breath, "What if I can't?" He thinks to himself. "What if the crowd doesn't like me?" he reclaims. He fidgets around with the golden chain on his black jeans and hums a melody.
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"Just let me love you," Jimin whispers to himself. "Let them love you, let me love them. This crowd came to see BTS and they are our army."
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Jimin stands up, the lights on his make-up dresser give off a reflection of his eyes, they bring out the smoothness of his skin. Jimin gets closer to the mirror and touched the glass, "You can do it, there will not be a BTS if you weren't in there up on that stage." He pats Chimmy's head and smiles. There are photos of Chimmy and fan art of him hung in his dressing room. There is a knock on the door. "그것의 갈 시간, 지민" (It's time to go, Jimin) Jimin opened the door and nodded, he gave the room one last before he goes on stage. He inhales deeply and with one last look, he turns off the light and closes the door behind him.
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His heart pounds and his hands shake, the crowd's roars and cheers get louder as he gets closer. The other members make their way up to the stage, he waits for a moment. He runs back to his dressing room realizing he forgot his special microphone. He opens the door and flicks on the lights. He goes through his dresser draws, after looking through the fourth one, he found it. He turns off the lights, closes the door, and speed-walks back near the stage entrance. He closes his eyes and grips his microphone, then proceeds onto the stage.
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"Bring on the army..."
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