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Hoseok had said he had a good feeling about the gig and that in itself should have been enough to alarm Yoongi because everything always went exactly the opposite. Always.
When he said he could feel it in his bones that they were going to win that last band tournament they entered, they didn’t even make it past the try-outs. When he suggested it was a good idea to let Taehyung do whatever he want during his guitar solo, they ended up getting kicked out of the club and banned. Yoongi didn’t even want to think about the time Hoseok said he had finally found a good manager; the guy had taken their money and ran away before the other members could even react.
It didn’t matter what it was - if Hoseok had a good feeling about it, nothing was going to go their way and everyone in the band knew that was the norm.
Still, seeing what could possibly be their big break turn to dust before his eyes was not something easy, nor pleasant.
“What do you mean you can’t come?” Yoongi barked into his cellphone, hand gripping the device so hard the touch screen could crack any minute now (And it’s not like he could afford a new phone or even screen repairs).
“I’m sorry hyung,” Taehyung’s voice croaked through the speakers, sounding as terrible as he claimed to be feeling. “But I can’t even get out of bed right now, everything hurts.”
“Taehyung, this could be our big break. There’s going to be talent scouts out there tomorrow night - we can’t just perform without our lead guitarist and vocalist.”
“I know, I know,” He sighed. “I’ve got this, I really do. I’ve already found someone to sub for me.”
His grip on his phone loosened a fraction, but this was Taehyung he was talking to. He had his doubts. “Who?”
“My best friend, Jiminie, of course!” He tried to shout excitedly but it ended up coming out more like a wheeze than anything.
“Look, he better be good Taehyung. This could be our big break, get it? We need this. Don’t screw it up for all of us.” He bit his lip because he really didn’t want to yell or let himself get carried away and hurt the younger. Yes, Taehyung was a bit irresponsible at times, but he always worked hard and wanted this just as much as the rest of them - he sounded like shit and it wasn’t his fault for getting sick the night before a big gig.
But this Jimin kid… Yoongi had only seen him around a few times and he didn’t even know the boy did anything other than dancing.
“Hey, Jiminie’s great! Okay, so his voice is a million times higher than mine, but he sings like an angel and he plays the guitar real well so just trust me on this, hm?”
Yoongi sighed, turning to look at his bass sitting upright in the corner of his small, one-room loft. They didn’t have much of a choice, did they?
“You better not screw this up,” Yoongi grumbled as he fiddled with the strap of his bass, glowering at the newest addition of their band as he did the same with his own guitar. Jimin shrunk under his gaze and avoided looking in his direction.
“Stop being so nervous, Yoongi hyung, Jiminie will do just fine, won’t you?” Hoseok said, moving to stand between the two of them and giving Jimin a comforting pat on the shoulder. Said kid nodded and smiled, but it was a smile so full of nerves, so jittery that it did everything but put Yoongi at ease. Seeing how tense the younger was, how he fidgeted with the microphone until the distinct, annoying noise of feedback rang throughout the dark club, only put him on edge.
Hoseok had a good feeling about this. They were doomed.
Yoongi felt a hand grip his shoulder and turned to see Namjoon smiling at him, although from his tense shoulders it was obvious he was just as nervous as the rest of them (Hoseok didn’t count, nothing ever seemed to affect him and his sunny disposition).
“There’s around four scouts out there, from what I could see,” Namjoon said quietly, leaning down to speak close to his ear so Yoongi could hear him through all the noise.
“Way to make me even more nervous, Namjoon.”
“Don’t get nervous just yet - there’s more,” He said with an uneasy laugh. “One of them’s from the big three, I’m sure of it.”
Yoongi gulped, stared at Namjoon with an uncertain look on his face. His eyes flickered towards Jimin, who was still fidgeting in front of the microphone, andgod Yoongi hoped they didn’t screw this up. He really did.
Namjoon left him to take his place behind the drums. Yoongi made sure to hand him three extra pairs of drumsticks, just in case, because they had yet to go through a performance without him breaking at least one (Yoongi thanked god that drumsticks were relatively cheap, because otherwise their band would’ve failed before even releasing their first demo tape).
Hoseok was trying to calm Jimin down and Yoongi had to drag him to the other side of the stage and remind him that he needed to strap his guitar on, too, and do at least one last sound check before it was time.
The dim lights brightened and the spotlight was on them and Yoongi couldn’t help but glance nervously Jimin’s way one last time before beginning to strum at his bass. Soon Hoseok’s guitar joined in, as well as Namjoon’s steady beats, and Jimin put on a serious expression and leaned closer to the microphone.
Okay, so maybe Taehyung had not exaggerated too much about Jimin’s singing abilities. It wasn’t exactly like an angel’s but even Yoongi had to admit the kid had a nice voice. A lot higher than Taehyung’s, that was for sure, yet it still fit the song somehow.
Yoongi tried to keep his strumming steady throughout the song because he was not about to be the one to mess up, but he also realized that he didn’t have too much to worry about, either. Whatever nervousness Jimin had before had melted away as soon as the song started and the change was so astounding it almost threw Yoongi off-beat.
Looking at the kid now, you could not even imagine he was a fumbling mess just a few minutes ago. He looked so confident, so sure of himself as he played the guitar, sang, and even went as far as to wink and smirk at the audience - he was a whole different person and Yoongi would be lying if he said he wasn’t as impressed as everyone else.
Yoongi sneaked a look at Hoseok, who only nodded his way and mouthed ‘I told you so’ with his usual bright smile before immersing himself in his guitar solo.
He was relieved, to say the least, because everything seemed to be going extremely well. Hoseok nailed his solo, no one made any glaring mistakes, and Jimin had the audience (And maybe him as well) pretty much entranced with his performance. The applause that followed was proof of the club’s approval and they were all smiling so wide that their cheeks hurt.
Hoseok’s prediction was right for once and Yoongi couldn’t believe it. Even while the talent scout spoke with Namjoon, even as she complimented them all on their performance and handed them her card to talk business another day, he couldn’t quite believe it.
“Hey, Jimin!” Yoongi called out as they were all packing their things to leave. “What do you say you join the band for real?”
Was this their big break? Maybe. Hopefully. Yoongi wasn’t sure about that just yet, but he did know that Jimin was good, too good for him to just let him slip away.