The Big Reveal

Chapter 25 | Impulsive

Namjoon and Hobi slide Jungkook on the chair, who is almost unconscious. He lies straight, his head resting on the chair's back. His whole body is sweating and lifeless. My body went cold and shivering.

What did he do to himself?

I tap on his face, wanting to see him with open eyes, but he doesn't respond. A man came running, placing a gas mask on his mouth. The room was emptier now, with just a few makeup artists roaming around.

"We have 10 minutes Hana and Jimin," says Namjoon's loud voice.

"Are you kidding me?" I replied.

Namjoon, Hobi, and Jimin stood in surprise.

"What? No," replied Namjoon. Before I could speak, he spoke again. 'Okay, we will manage a bit more time, get him ready."

Spitting these words out, Namjoon walks towards the door.

"HE IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" I screamed out.

Jimin stood frozen with a hair-dryer in hand, while Hobi stared at me. Namjoon turns back and stares at me in surprise too. The whole room was still. Despite the noise of the speakers and crowd from the stage, my voice was heard by everyone in the room, even outside.

"I said he is not going anywhere. Do you see him? How can he freaking perform in this way?" I said shouting, less than before.

"Hana, stop it. We have no time, get him done," says Namjoon.

He is getting on my nerves now.

"He is unconscious. He is not even breathing okay. He just cannot-"

"We have five minutes on the clock," says Namjoon, cutting me off.

"He will be okay, noona," says Jimin. Hobi nods in agreement.

I look at Jungkook again. He doesn't look right. I cannot see him perform like this. But the worst thing was that these boys cannot understand my feelings. My eyes are stuck on Jungkook. No. I won't let him go. I don't think he will be alive after that.

"I am not preparing him for another performance," I stated rigidly.

Namjoon is angry now. He looks at this as a drama, but it isn't. Jungkook cannot even move his hands, how are they expecting him to perform? With a rushing force, Namjoon stands directly in front of me.

"Hana, Do your work!" he exclaimed, in a serious voice, but forcibly calm.

I dropped my brushes and stepped forward to face Namjoon.

"Get another artist. I won't approve."

"You are not the one to decide!" Namjoon's screaming remark sent shivers down my body. His finger is pointing at me, near to my eyes.

He is really angry.

Just before I could leave the room, my arm was gripped. I looked down, it was Jungkook.

"I am okay. Do it, Hana."

Jungkook's voice seemed alright. His eyes are puffier than before, but he is OKAY! My body was suddenly relieved, sighing heavily. I looked back at Namjoon, who was staring at me, not moving an inch.

"Oh Namjoon, did you reply..." Hobi came to the rescue, pulling Namjoon backward and indulging him in a conversation.

I looked back at Jungkook; he is sitting now, hydrating his dried lips by sliding his tongue lightly on them, eyes still dull. And then he looks at me. His eyes assured me that he was alright now. Without a word, I knew he was at peace now. I have just four minutes to finish his look, while Jimin is already done with his hair.