"I'm drawn to you, Noona."

"So much has happened  and yet this story has only just begun."

Present

"Now for our next performer!" the host shouts, her voice booming throughout the arena "This artist who has only just recently debuted in America has managed to be nominated tonight for not only one but five AMA awards!"

The speakers vibrate through the walls backstage. The huge crowd goes wild, tearing down the silence and filling up the arena with loud cheers and screams. Instead of feeling at ease by hearing all the loud support and excitement, you feel incredibly nervous. The nervousness grows as the cheers grow louder and louder, your heart thudding uncontrollably.

It's just another work day, you silently tell yourself, just act like he's not in the audience.

A familiar warmth of a hand is felt upon your shoulder, the balminess seeping through your thick coat to flow comfort into your clogged up nerves. The timing matches perfectly to the last time.

In burning curiosity, you turn around hastily to see whether after all this time, he's actually standing behind you.

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Past

The sense of a bolstering warm hand on your back causes you to turn around, interrupting the battle you were fighting anxiously in your head. You meet eyes with breathtakingly handsome blonde man standing before you, his beauty magically causing all of your screaming thoughts to fall silent. A concerned look collides with his soft but manly features, the worried furrow of his eyebrows disrupting the smooth golden skin as he tilts his head at you.

"Are you okay?" he asks sympathetically, letting his question slip out of his plump lips as he keeps a hold on your shoulder, his grip slightly squeezing the edge in comfort when he captures the distress in your eyes.

Completely astounded by the beautiful man, a few seconds pass before you fully process his words.

"Huh?" you snap out of the trance, pulled back into reality. "Me? Yeah no I'm fine. I'm great, fantastic actually."

You laugh nervously and scratch the back of your neck while looking down. There's not enough confidence in you to stare at such a beautiful human for a long time.

"You sure?" he repeats his question, not enough belief in his tone to let his concern falter.

You drop a nod to the ground, feeling his stubborn eyes follow your sinking head as he finally releases your shoulder from his grip.

Following a sigh, you surrender your defenses and confide in the handsome stranger.

"Okay, fine, I'm not. I'm sorry. I'm actually about to perform well I mean not to sing, more of just like a backup dancer so it's not even that big of a deal but still you can't blame a girl who's about to perform in front of thousands of people." you finish your ramble with a silent curse.

Hesitantly, your eyes lift to meet his again, finding a smile lifting the side of his mouth as if he's amused but not mocking you.

Your shoulders let off a shrug, adding another confessing sentence when he doesn't say anything. "I'm just crazy nervous I'll screw it up."

There we go, you did it. Rambled out your feelings to random dude about performing at the AMAs 2017 in a few minutes. Even though you're only a back up dancer, you had still been put up at the front next to the main singer. A position you had never been upgraded to before which meant you were even more nervous than usual.

The thought of all of your favorite artists being up front and seeing you perform only added more to the nerves.

"Hey, don't worry; it's going to be alright." He says while placing a hand on your left shoulder. He narrows his eyes deeper into yours. "I get nervous too but you know I always remind myself to just love myself no matter what mistakes I make."

A small smile lifts your face at his kind words.

"I bet you're going to do great. Don't sweat it." he assures you.

You stare at the man in awe. How could a complete stranger be so nice to you?

"Thanks..." you reply, trying hold back a wide grin.

"No worries." He says and delivers a heartwarming smile.

"Y/N!"

"Jimin!"

Both of your names are called from opposite directions. You spin around to see who's calling your name but fail to capture the person, your eyes wondering all over the dark backstage area with swarming bodies of staff.

When you return to the blonde man you find his head focused on someone else approaching the two of you. A tall man with styled black hair makes his way over, his clothes hanging onto him like a model and he turns the short distance between us into a runway. With his smooth steps you can already tell he's not like any other man in this building, the aura blinding everyone.

"The next performance is about to start, don't you wanna see it?" he asks Jimin, his body entirely comfortable as he draws near to the shorter man.

Not realizing how close he, you feel your heart picking up its pace as you study his angelic features that whisk away your breath. His styled hair exposing a slit of his forehead and showing off his strong eyebrows. A frown draws his eyebrows while he waits for his friend to answer, sending a shiver down your spine as you find your heart fluttering at such an expression.

"Of course, Jungkook." Jimin answers.

Jungkook's eyebrows fall at ease and a gentle look surpasses his face as he nods.

Jimin returns his attention to you as you dreamily stare at Jungkook's appearance, unable to tear your eyes off him. "Well, good luck. You're going be amazing."

Finally, you break your gaze off, a shy smile spread over your face as you let out a small "Thanks" in response.

Jungkook looks at you, his black orbs sly run up and down your body before they catch yours.

Did he just check me out?

You glance away awkwardly and give him a small smile. In return his face lights up and a bunny grin breaks through his mouth. Flustered your teeth slightly bite at your lip. He hadn't even said a word to you and yet this was the effect he had.

Holding the silence, Jimin waves you off, turning around with Jungkook and disappearing out of view.

Your name is repeatedly called for by your co-dancer, Vanessa.

"Y/N! Come on, we're about to perform in 30 seconds!"

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Present

But when you turn around you don't find Jimin. You don't find the guy who always managed to calm your nerves whenever your confidence was failing.

Instead you find one of your back up dancers "Hey, just confirming the dance break is going to be before the bridge, okay?" she tells you carefully, making sure you've understood her.

You nod, afraid to open your mouth in case something other than words came out. Your manager, Bob, walks up to you with a big smile on his face.

"Alright, Y/N." he says while fixing your outfit. His fingers attempt to tighten the straps on your shoulders but fail when he realizes they're at their tightest. "We're gonna fucking burn the AMA's 2018 down."

And with that he turns you around and lightly pushes to walk onto the dark stage. You try your best to walk without wobbling in your incredibly high heels.

It was only seconds before the spotlight would shine on you and the music would start. Even though it was dark you could still see how big the audience was, it was almost terrifying. The shapes of numerous heads facing towards you makes your stomach churn.

But you can hear the anticipating screams from your fans and now you were accepting their support.

That's right.

Your fans.

Not Jungkook's fans but your fans. A feeling of pride washes over you, releasing you from your nervousness.

Your hard work was finally paying off.

Suddenly the spotlight hits you and for a split second you can see your ex-boyfriend's dark brown eyes stare straight at you from the front row but then the light increases in brightness and you can barely see the audience anymore.

JK'S POV:

The crowd goes mental. The cheers are so loud, they seem to be louder than when we performed.

She deserved it though. She worked hard for this.

A slender figure comes out and onto the stage. The lights shine brightly on her, I can't resist staring.

Her long and wavy brown hair is tied up into a high ponytail. I look at the unfamiliar golden highlights in her hair.Her glamorous and daring make up blends beautifully into her soft and angelic features.Her tight black outfit hugs her curves and all I can think about is how her body used to feel against mine. How smooth her soft tanned skin felt against my lips and my fingertips.

The times we would make love and she would call herself mine. And the time when she said she was never going to leave me.

She's changed I thought.

But it wasn't in a bad way. Somehow she managed to become even more beautiful.

For a split second our eyes meet and my heart beat quickens. Even though it's only a second it feels like an eternity when I'm staring into those golden brown eyes.

When the music starts she looks away. She begins her performance. And even though I want to support her and cheer for her all I felt like doing was getting up and walking away.

YOUR POV:

The music starts and your body immediately unfreezes itself to flow with the rhythm, hitting each move on the beat perfectly as you sing the lyrics along to your song. Each syllable of your rap coming out perfectly and each high notes was hit.

When the performance finally comes to an end......

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Past

.......the audience stands up and applauds, cheers ringing out. It wasn't for you, it was for the singer on the stage next to you.

One day it will be me. One day.

As the lights dim you notice a familiar sweet smile coming from Jimin in the audience in the front row clapping. He smiles comfortingly, applauding ecstatically while keeping his eyes only you and you thankfully return the smile, happy that at least someone's clapping for you.

Next to him, a shy Jungkook also applauds, giving you a small grin.

Then your eyes travel over the other five men standing beside them. Your heart quickens at the realization. No wonder their names had sounded so familiar.

Wait, is that BTS?

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Present

The crowd uproars in screams. The sounds of hands clapping in approval echo in the arena. You feel the adrenaline still kicking into your veins. Your chest rising and falling quickly as you breathe in and out heavily, exhausted from your performance. When the lights dim you're finally able to see the massive crowd in more detail. Most of the crowd was standing in appreciation.....except for the Bangtan Boys.

Namjoon glances at his members unsure and hesitantly stands up to support you, he gives a weak smile. Hoseok looks up at Namjoon surprised and then at Jin, they nod to each other and rise from their chairs reluctantly clapping for you. The rest of the men stay seated.

Yoongi's cold eyes simply glare at you along with Taehyung. Their glares sending shivers down your spine. Jimin looks at you with an expression you can't seem to read, it was a mixture of despair and longing. And Jungkook..........he couldn't even look at you.

His eyes fixate at the ground, he can't bare to lift his head.

Even though it breaks your heart seeing them like this you had expected this reaction. How could they clap for you? Why would they?

Not after you broke their maknae's heart.

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A/N: okay guys, how was it? Dramatic, right?

Don't worry there will be happy and funny bits. And definitely some steamy bits J through out the story. I won't be skipping back and forth between the present and the past too much, I just wanted show you how the story is going to be. If it's too confusing please comment and ask and I will happily explain.

Also please vote! It would mean the world to me. Thank you so much for reading the first chapter, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!!