DISGUISE

In the previous chapter (chapter-21):

"Hyung.. Suga hyung... I mean Olivia is hurt so bad. Her ribs are not in a good condition and she doesn't know anything about rapping or dancing.. what do we do? The concert starts in fifteen minutes.."

"I have the perfect idea." Joon replied something to Jimin, but I definitely did not like the look on his face.. uh-oh.

Chapter-22

Olivia's POV:

To be honest here, I'm kinda nervous? I thought I didn't have that kinda 'butterflies-in-your-stomach' feeling anymore.. but shit... their fans are pretty loud. Hell they are very very loud. I can't even back up because Suga is helping me perform my duties back home. So I have to do his here.

And the look that Joon had on his face before leaving this room isn't helping.. AT. ALL.

"Close your eyes for a bit please?"

The girl in denims told me something that I definitely did not understand.. coz duh? She's Korean..

"Huh?"

"She told you to close your eyes.. Oli- I mean Suga Hyung..."

"Oh." I sent a suspicious look along his way before closing my eyes. I heard him tell something to the makeup artist or should I say full time gang member and part time makeup artist? Wait.. go back to when he walked in...

As flashbacks of some minutes ago started playing in my mind, I remembered seeing a black bag in his hand, which he smoothly hid behind a dresser.

What was in that bag? I wondered while I felt something cool touching my eye flap.. probably eye liner... I felt another person attending my hair or well.. the Suga guy's hair, While someone put ice on my chest, and another person stood behind me and fanned my neck. Gosh this is heaven I swear.

But all good things have to end.. and too quick too... sigh.

Everyone standing near me moved away and someone made me open my eyes. I opened my eyes slowly to see the girl standing before me, holding the same black bag that Joon was holding. What was in that?

Guess I'm gonna see soon.. by the look on her face.

"Change clothes.." the girl said in broken English, before handing over the bag to me and pointing over to a changing room probably.

So there were clothes inside that bag? Wow.. dumb guy made me use my mind to guess what was in that while all along, it only had some clothes in it? Hmph..

I took the bag and went inside the dressing room. I unzipped the bag and found.. a single piece jumpsuit of a dolphin whale with a hood? ARE YOU KIDDING ME OR WHAT??

I peeked out of the changing room to see five expecting faces in black designer tuxedos and a banana? What the heck? Is that.. J-Hope? I think I'll just change into this... at least I didn't get a banana costume. And this isn't gonna destroy my swag either way. It's only gonna destroy his Suga guy's swag. If he has any, that is.

"Hurry up..the concert is in 5 minutes!!" Joon yelled, and I swear I could see him smirking beneath his words. They all are sure having a fun time dressing Suga up like this. What do I have to lose? That bish dressed me up like a 'anime' something right? Serves him right.

I wore the one piece jumpsuit and the second I stepped out, there were like a million phone cameras flashing at me. Dude.. what the heck?

"Y'all!! Stop it!!! You guys will blind me before I even step out on that stage."

"Okay guys move away.." Joon said, as he approached me with a mic. He pulled my hoodie down and zipped up my jumpsuit all the way to the top, to the very extent of no one being able to see my mouth even.

He then handed over the mic to me and showed me to hold it a particular way. With two fingers above the head of the mic and one almost reaching the head, with the other two holding it tight.

"Your mouth won't be visible, so you don't have to lip sync and all, but do try to act like you are rapping."

"When would I know I'm supposed to rap though?" I asked, the feeling in my stomach taking over me. The crowd yelling out there wasn't helping much either. Honestly just how many people are there? Like a trillion or what?

"J-Hope here will tap you. We'll tell the fans that you both have to wear this due to some run episode punishment thing.. you won't understand as yet. But we'll manage." He said, taking a deep breath. "We'll take care of the fans. Dancing won't be a problem. We'll just tell them you won't be dancing due to the punishment too."

"Are they that dumb to believe that?"

"Honestly, they're not dumb at all. They're better detective than Sherlock Holmes. But they'll start building up these theories, that they'll forget to see what's right before their eyes."

"Whatever. Hope it goes well, because my ribs hurt like a b**tch."

"Try not to move. Don't turn on the microphone. Oh wait, even if you do, it won't work."

"What do you mean it won't work Joon hyung?"

"Don't you see Kookie? It's Suga hyung's micdrop microphone."

"Oh.. well let's go then hyung!!"

"Yeah let's go Kook." I haven't been a great fan of Joon's weird looks on his face at times now..

"Let's go Olivia, the oh-so-great agent 001 who isn't scared of anything." He told me in the top level sarcastic tone. This guy.. I swear- if there weren't any butterflies in my stomach right now, I'd have shot you right here and now. Unfortunately, I think I learnt somewhere that butterflies are very sensitive to noise? Whatever.

"Yeah let's go dude. Let's see what this huge deal is." I said, and cracked my knuckles and my neck. I walked like a model on a ramp, but that, was only until my foot stepped out on the stage.

Oops.. bad decision. Bad bad, really bad decision.

Can I WITHDRAW??? ANYONE HERE??

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