Tzuyu sighed to herself as she sat backstage, trying to gather her heart and feelings back together. After Sixteen, Twice debuted and became a huge hit, she was so proud of her group's success. However, doubts and insecurities about herself were still clouded in her mind. Many people would laugh if they knew, how on earth would the gorgeous and absolutely goddess Tzuyu be insecure about herself? They had just put their finger on the problem that made Tzuyu so upset in the first place. She knew that she was blessed with gorgeous looks, and she thanked her parents everyday for it. Although; she didn't want it to be a burden on her, to only be known for a pretty face. The recent incident with the Taiwanese flag left her shaken; she felt so tainted to the group, like she didn't deserve all this popularity and love. She didn't want to disappoint her company and JYP's faith in her, but at the same time she wanted to stand up for her beliefs and her people, after all; she was raised to be proud as a Taiwanese person. It left her confused and melancholy, although, years of training had perfected her indifferent mask. 

"Tzuyu yah! Do you mind grabbing us some drinks from the vending machine?"

Chaeyoung gave her best aegyo voice and Tzuyu signed dejectedly; she couldn't stand aegyo. Trailing to the vending machine by the pathway of the artists' rooms backstage; she stuffed in her coins and stood there, deep in thoughts once again. She was unaware of the little tears that she held in for so long already begun to trickle down her beautiful face as she sniffed, struggling to keep herself from hiccuping. She was also unaware of a boy approaching the vending machine to only stop short at the sight of her.

"Gwenchanayo?" 

The guy's face resembled a cheeky bunny, but his facial expression showed genuine worry and sympathy. Jeon Jungkook. He was her sunbaenim from BTS, a very well respected group. She lifted her head up unwillingly, she was terrified that someone would see her crying as she never cried in front of any strangers before, and Jeon Jungkook was practically a stranger. She quickly used her hands to completely dry her face before making eye contact with him. She gave him a radiant smile that knocked him breathless, but he wasn't that naive. Beneath that radiance he could see the shimmering tears threatening to well up behind her eyes; he was able to make out the tiredness and silent suffering. He knew that look too well; he saw it in himself during his debut day where their crazy schedules and constant pressuring competitions were getting the better of him. BTS was a "nobody" group back then. He stared at her in understanding since he knew, the whole nation seemed to know what has happen to the poor girl. It was an innocent mistake and she was much too young to suffer such critici