It soon becomes apparently obvious that staying backstage during the concert tonight is going to be exceptionally boring. Just a few minutes before the meet and greet was about to start I was sequestered to the green room to wait, and honestly I have been here ever since. I'm thankful there is a monitor hanging on the wall so I can watch the performance, but it's not really the same as experiencing it first hand. I'm hoping that the interview tomorrow will change things for the better, but I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I was a tad worried about it. I quickly create a new text group, adding Rebecca and Candace to it and then start messaging away.

Me: Hey you two!

Candace: Hey yourself! I'm guessing you're trapped backstage and bored out of your gourd, right?

Rebecca: Bored? Why? I would think being backstage would be awesome! I haven't been to a concert in ages!

Me: It would be awesome, if I were allowed somewhere other than the green room.

Candace: Has the dark side of fame already reared its ugly head?

Me: Maybe a little. I'm hoping that will change tomorrow though.

Rebecca: Why's that? What's happening tomorrow?

Candace: Brighton Davis is doing a radio interview with her and BTS. But, don't repeat that. It's a need to know type situation.

Rebecca: Well, I will be sure to tune in.

Me: It feels really wrong to complain about my boredom right now.

Candace: Everyone needs to vent once in awhile. It's okay.

Me: Oh my trio rappers are performing a song now. That means the vocalists will be coming backstage to get ready for their solos, and after that they will perform DNA as their final performance.

Candace: Sincerely, Daze. There is nothing wrong with venting. Text us whenever you feel the need.

The next moment I am being bombarded by my sweaty vocalists. They each begin to mop at their faces with towels. Tae's the only one ducking behind a curtain to quickly change. He goes up next with 'Singularity.' He pops back out a few moments later and sits down in the makeup chair. He catches me watching him from the reflection in the mirror and immediately his face transforms into that wide smile that I am sure I will never quite grow accustomed to.

Jin disappears behind the curtain next since he will be performing his solo after Tae gets off the stage. The couch gets jostled when Jimin flings himself in it beside me. "The energy tonight feels different." He comments, and I'm not sure he even meant to say it aloud.

"Good different or bad different?"

He looks me in the eyes. "I don't know. Just different." He sighs and brushes his hair back, an action I notice he does a lot. "I feel bad that you are stuck back here. I want you out there where you can see the performance properly."

I nod. "I want that too."

Tae has headed back to the stage, and Jin is now seated in the chair that he vacated. Jimin frowns slightly, apologizing that it's his turn to get ready and in the next moment ducking behind the curtain.

Jungkook comes over to take the place he just vacated. I notice again how good he smells despite the fact that he is sweating and it sends a thrill charging through me. "It won't always be like this." He says, like he just knows that it's bothering me even though I haven't voiced my displeasure.

I nod and touch his hand. "I know." I smile at him reassuringly. Jimin comes out from behind the curtain as the rap line bursts through the door.

"Oh, I didn't ask before. Am I going to have to leave the room before the interview meet and greet?" Just like that a sadness starts dancing in their eyes.

"No," Hoseok shakes his head. "We relocated it to the same room we had the initial meet and greet at. You don't have to go anywhere. You belong here."

I smile. I know that, but it's good to hear him reiterate it.

Jimin comes back over and sits beside me again. I make no protest when he grabs my hand and threads his fingers with my own. "I'm thankful this is the last night I have to do this."

I shouldn't ask but I am honestly curious. "Do you know how many there are tonight?"

"Not many purchased the badges. Maybe four or five. That doesn't include those that have won badges through contests though, but there are usually less contest winners the second night." Namjoon answers. I'm not terribly surprised he seems to be in the know when it comes to the business side of things.

One by one the rap line begins to get ready for 'DNA' but because they have more time they make the progression more slowly. Soon Jin is disappearing and Tae is back in the room. He sits in the cushion on the other side of me and takes my other hand, threading our fingers together. It shocks me when he lifts our joined hands and kisses the overlapping fingers. Not to be outdone Jimin mirrors the action. How does a simple brush of lips cause so many sensations?

The rest of our shared downtime goes too quickly for my taste. Soon after they are back on stage. I don't think I will ever tire from watching them perform this particular song. Our song. But, can it really be? It's not a ballad. I guess it could be our shared song, but does that make the songs that are marked on my body the song for each of us as a couple? I might have to look up the lyrics again for each song and see if that description fits.

Jimin makes good on his promise that the interviews will be short. He tells me that he even asked Sejin about their payments. Luckily they all paid with a credit card so he was able to convince him to refund their money after the interview tomorrow.

When we get back to the hotel we order a quick meal, sharing it in my room once again. Just as we are finishing up and gathering the dishes together Sejin comes by and tells me that the swimming pool has been cleared. A couple of members of security are already floating outside.

They run off to their rooms to change, and I quickly find myself nervous again. I pull my bikini out of the dresser and mentally cross my fingers in hopes that it still fits.

Shopping for swimwear is stressful for anyone, but since I am somewhat top heavy (just barely a D cup) I have to be extra cautious of the style of top I buy. I'm quite thankful I found the full coverage Michael Kors top that I did. It almost has a halter style neckline cinched with a gold metal band a few inches above the upper swell of my breasts. The straps are wide and separated in the back. The only concern I have is that I may have to move my left strap so the end of 'Reflection' can be seen properly.

Unfortunately when I found this top the Michael Kors bottoms were sold out, which I found exceptionally annoying and odd. Luckily I found a stunning pair of mint colored Mossimo bottoms that I felt worked nicely with the top. I do wish it was white also, but I didn't have an option really. The waist line dips in the front in an almost v like cut, and the top part has a folded over sash that I personally think adds an extra element to the almost plain full coverage bottoms.

I put on a pair of shorts and an old button up blouse that I use as a cover up. I am just finishing the last button when I get a knock on my door. They are all on the other side and look both exceptionally excited and impatient to get to the pool. Actually it would probably be more accurate that they are ready to see me in a bathing suit. The excited glances that dance over my frame are definitely a power boost to my self esteem.

Once we get there I am not surprised that the guys don't remove their shirts. I've seen enough videos where there were swimming and practically completely clothed. I'm thankful they are at least wearing trunks. Who knew legs could be sexy?

"Should we take your photos first?" I ask.

I expect them to demand I disrobe but I'm not surprised that they are being perfect gentlemen. Namjoon agrees but then he surprises me by handing me his phone. I realize why when he holds out his left hand to me. He's right handed but it would still be a bit of a struggle to take the picture. I take his phone and point it where the daisy decorates his skin. I take a couple shots just to be on the safe side and hand him his phone back.

Jimin steps up next, and while everyone already knows about his mark. I think it's smart to still take pictures of it and include them with the others. He keeps biting his lip though while Namjoon takes shot after shot. It's hellaciously distracting.

Jungkook comes up after him. He turns around which makes me exceptionally confused until he pulls his ear slightly forward. I pull closer to him just so I can see it better.

"'Mr. Worldwide Handsome' last but definitely not least." I smirk at Jin's cheekiness. He slips off his sandal, and I gasp when I see that his mark is also on his foot. Not in the same spot, but it's the only one I know of with such close placement to each other. He leans over to pseudo whisper to me. "The others are jealous of where mine is."

I look around me to find that while he is joking it must have at least an ounce of truth to it. The others don't look angry but they are glancing from his foot to mine and back again. Yeah, they aren't terribly happy about this fact either.

Once his pictures are taken they turn to me expectantly. I almost ask about Yoongi's mark, but then I figure they must have decided against taking pictures of his after all. I know they are expecting me to unveil my swimwear now, but I decide to prolong their agony a bit. I take my sandals off. After Namjoon has taken a picture of my foot I turn so he can get a good angle of my leg. Then, I turn my arm. "That's all the pictures you need right?"

I giggle when I find Hoseok openly glaring at me. Then shrug and start to unbutton my blouse. I swear there's definitely something empowering about how they each are looking at me. When I shed the garment from my shoulders they all groan as if they are in pain. Namjoon steps behind me to get pictures of his mark and Tae's. While I am standing there facing the others I glance over at Yoongi since he is seeing his mark for the first time. His eyes flick over the naked flesh exposed to him. When they settle to that space on my ribcage they seem to heat even more. I expected happiness or joy. Not...this.. The unexpected reaction tugs at something inside me, and I find myself feeling warm all over despite the fact that I am practically bare and exposed.

"Turn around, Daisy." I nod and acquiesce to his request. Namjoon had to move my hair to be able to get his mark and Tae's but now it is covering my back once again. I reach up and band it together in my hand, draping it over my left shoulder.

I hear footsteps pave over the wet floor. Only seconds after I feel tentative fingertips stroking up my spine, and I find myself shivering from the sensations his touch invokes. Goosebumps breakout over my skin. The happiness consuming me is magnified exponentially, and I don't have to turn around to know who's touching me. I feel his lips press directly over the center of my spine and have to school myself to not jump at the contact.

Namjoon breaks the spell that overcame us in the next moment. "Okay, that's all of them. Are we going to go swimming now?"

I giggle again out of nervousness and shake my head at him. "Of course." I hear several splashes behind me and while I believe they are otherwise entertained I shed the shorts from my body. I know I was wrong when I hear gasps coming from that direction. I turn around and once again feel that sensation of empowerment. They are looking at me as if I am the sun. No, as if I am their goddess. I timidly stroll over to the edge with every intention of wading into the water slowly. Apparently I'm moving too slowly for Hoseok though because before I can defend myself he is lifting me over his shoulder and carrying me in. I get the urge to smack his butt but I mentally talk myself out of it. The glass is frosted and the security team is keeping people away, but it's still smart to keep in mind we are in a public place.

The pool is huge but we all somehow congregate together in the shallow end. Just relaxing for a little bit before we have to turn in for the night. An hour passes before we know it and because we have to get up early we all concede that it's definitely time to turn in. I don't get hugs goodnight this time, but I know that isn't because they don't want to touch me. It's because they want to touch me too much.

Just a couple things really quick.  First of all I apologize about the crappy bikini images.  I had to cut out the bikini bottoms from one image and paste them on the bikini top image, and I am not the greatest with Photoshop (especially cutting something out of one image like that.)  

Number two all the images in this chapter deserve the credit to the original photographers.  If you are curious to know where you can find the bikini I can provide the links via comments, but the top was sold out last time I checked.