Description
The Dark Circus is what we call it. The shows that take place after dark are not for the faint of heart. The world of circus acts and freak shows have always been filled with wonder and oddities, but the seven men who perform after the crowds have gone and the gates have let in those who aren't afraid to venture into the dark and unknown are different. And just like their secrets that run deep, so too, does their obsession. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat in front of the mirror. The dressing area that was usually bustling with activity dark and lonely. The bulbs in the vanity flickering with a struggle to stay lit as I stared at my own reflection. Lifting one shaky hand, I tightened my grip around the makeup brush hoping to steady it. Before I could place bristles to skin, a hand shot out, gripping my jaw tightly and turning my face towards theirs. My heart pounded in fear as my eyes met the cold stare of Namjoon. His face was expressionless, the harsh set of his eyes the only thing giving him away as they scanned my face. His fingers tightened around my jaw at the same moment his lips turned into a frown. "Don't make it gaudy. It doesn't suit you." The quick flicker of his eyes to my brush indicated he meant my makeup. He released me in the next second. Walking out of the dressing room to the backstage area to prepare. I gulped, now even more nervous. I heeded his advice, toning down my normally vibrant palette for a darker scheme. My hands were beginning to sweat, body trembling as I exited the dressing room to follow the same direction Namjoon had gone. By the time I arrived, Namjoon wasn't there. Only Jungkook and Jimin who glanced at me for half a second before returning to whatever conversation they had been engaged in before my arrival. "Ready angel?" the sound of Jin's voice coupled with the hand he placed low on my back sent my heart racing. "We have a show to do."
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