POST DEBUT

2018

TOKYO DOME CONCERT DAY 1

“This is all your fault,” Jennie walked hastily beside Hanbin, not sparing him a glance.

The production crew, along with some guards, escorted them to the dressing rooms.

They missed the last group performance but were just in time to make it to the encore.

“I’m sorry!” Hanbin answered as they entered the dressing room.

The stylists swarmed towards them.

“Take those costumes off and change into these, quick!” the head stylist ordered.

The team hurriedly fixed their hair and make-up while stripping their clothes off.

Amidst the chaos, Hanbin raised his voice, annoyed, “I’ll do it myself!”

The stylists backed off of him.

Jennie looked his way.

He started ing his shirt and took it off.

Then he grabbed the iKON band shirt they handed him and pulled it over his head.

Jennie’s mouth dropped at his tattooed body.

Then she quickly looked away.

In her panic, she didn’t bother turning around before absentmindedly taking her top off to change into their band shirt.

“Ya, Kim Jennie!” Hanbin screamed.

She looked at him, “What?”

He had a hand over his eyes, “Turn around when you change!”

“Speak for yourself,” she retorted.

Hanbin took a peek between his fingers, then dropped his hand when he saw that she was already clothed, “I’m a guy, ,” he flicked her head as he passed her, “At least warn me so I could look away,”

Jennie gulped, “W-what?”

His tone was a mix of irritation and concern but it was not a time to ponder on his remarks.

They needed to hurry or they would miss the closing performances too.

“We need to go guys!” the production director reminded.

The production staff hastily guided them to the stage and handed them their mic’s.

“Good luck,” Hanbin tapped his mic with hers, giving her a sorry smile.

Jennie was about to tap his mic back but he was already putting on his in-ears.

Then their lifts began moving up.

“What’s up Japaaaan?” Hanbin screamed at the crowd.