Two weeks passed filled with rehearsals, and fittings. The first night of the starting of tour was three days, 73 hours which went by very slowly according to the rockstar who groaned for the billionth time on his couch.

"What's the time again?" Yuta asks brushing his now semi-long strawberry-colored hair from his face. He liked the color a lot and often found himself playing with it in the mirror.

His friend Mark was pouring drinks for the two as they waited for more people to come. It was a pre-tour pre-celebratory party that was held every time Yuta had a tour it was a tradition that led them drinking expensive champagne while eating expensive food that wouldn't fit them.

Mark walked towards him with two drinks in hand "It's only 8:30 calm down."

"Thanks." Yuta takes the glass drinking the honey-colored fizzy drink in one go.

Mark shook his head "Dude calm down you have the whole night." He chuckles taking a sip of his drink.

The party didn't start till ten which gave him the perfect time to change his outfit. It was just his team the people who were going to be with him on this adventure once again.

He once changed again while having a bottle of champagne with him, he prefers whiskey but once in a while, he liked the smoothness of the alcohol. His new outfit consisted of loose colored dress pants leather jeans and a silky red shirt that matched the color of his hair. He looked in the mirror while fixing his hair he wondered if Azira liked it even though she did it.

"Azira." He whispered to himself. He wondered if she would come. He wondered a lot of things especially when it came to her.

Hearing a knock on his front door, a small smile formed on his lips as he exited his room walking down the beige walls and seeing Mark already standing up to open the door.

"I Got it sit your ass down!" Yuta whispered yelled running towards the door a confused Mark who had a half-empty bottle in his hand. "Desperate ass," Mark mumbles walking towards the kitchen and rolling his eyes.

"Shut up." He answers back. Putting on the brightest smile he could muster, he soon opened the door.

His smile almost fell. Almost. There in front of him was his team holding a bunch of gifts and alcohol. "Come in, come in." Yuta steps aside so they can walk in "Glad you could make it."

"We wouldn't miss your parties for the world." Somi smiles while holding a bottle of expensive wine "We never miss your parties." Tyra adds while holding gifts. Jaehyun stood behind them going all out like usual.

Entering the house they greeted Mark with ease since they already knew him. "I already opened a bottle!" He shouts over the loud music already pouring drinks for the people who just came.

Yuta quietly escaped where he knew that no one would find him and just sat there on the patio while looking at the dark sky with a bottle in his hand once again. The band still hasn't arrived nor has a certain make-up artist.

Speaking of make-up artists. He texted Azira a week ago about the party telling her the time and place. She responded with a short I'll be there and that was the last he heard from her. at that moment he learned she wasn't much of a texter or talker.

With him being busy with rehearsals, he never could come up with some ideas to get them to hang out. Azira was hopefully going to be at the party which made him nervous.

The atmosphere grew good afterward, everyone was talking and mingling with each other. A small knock on the door made Yuta get up, he'd thought she wouldn't come but here she was.

Azira stood at the door for a couple of minutes feeling a bit awkward from all the fancy and expensive things. She finally knocked on the door feeling ready even though deep down she just wanted to go home.

Yuta wasn't ready on the other hand he kept staring at her with widened eyes, she was just wearing a simple red dress but managed to make it look a thousand times better. "You look amazing." Yuta wasn't so sure if it was the alcohol that got him to talk but that didn't matter.

Azira smiled feeling something warm seep inside her from the compliment. "Thank you. You look good as well even though the hair reminds me of a strawberry." She points out. "At least I'm a handsome strawberry." He laughs. "Now look were matching colors now you're a strawberry too."

Azira rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless "Anyways may I come in?"

Yuta nods stepping aside "Sorry about that, come in." Azira walked in looking around the expensive penthouse, seeing familiar faces already missing her bed "Wow this is...big."

"I'll take that as a compliment and would you like a drink or anything?" He asks as she nods directing her into the kitchen.

People greeted her only receiving a slight nod. "Um, Yuta." She shouted over the loud music "Can I just have some water I don't drink alcohol."

He nodded putting down the bottle and walked towards the kitchen fridge pulling out a bottle of water "Hope you like smart water." He hands her the water receiving a small thank you.

Yuta was instantly sucked in the loud chatter his friends were having drinking a colorful liquid in shot glasses. Azira quietly excused herself and left the kitchen.

She walked into a different part of the penthouse a large TV was on the wall and expensive-looking couches sat waiting for someone to sit. She sat on the couch feeling even more awkward.

Azira felt a pair of eyes on her but didn't pay any mind to it.

"Not much of a partier nor drinker?" He noticed how she was holding a water bottle despite it having alcohol pretty much everywhere, and wasn't talking to anyone. Azira set the bottle on the table sighing "Is it that obvious."

The guy simply chuckled "Yes, yes it is." The guy already sat on the couch close to her but not too close enough to make her uncomfortable "You must be the new head make-up artist?" Azira nodded. "Well, I'm Mark nice to meet you." The guy who introduced himself as Mark smiled.

Azira smiled "Nice to meet you mark, I'm Azira."

He looked pretty chill, and she could tell that he was the friendly type and looked comfortable here unlike her who wanted to go home. "So how'd you end up being Yuta's make-up artist?" He wasn't being rude he was just curious.

Azira leaned on the oddly comfortable couch despite the design making it look otherwise. "I know Naomi and she asked me if I could be the makeup artist while she's on maternity leave." She said as if she'd rehearsed it many many times.

The male's face seemed to light up just at the mention of her name "You know Naomi? I mean who doesn't know Naomi so that means you're the girl she's talked about when she lived back in Florida." His eyes widened in realization.

From how it looked almost everyone had something positive to say about Naomi which isn't surprising. "She talked about me?" Azira said more like a question. "Yeah, she always talked about you saying you're like a sister to her but it's nice to finally meet you in person."

They talked a bit more until Azira felt the need to excuse herself. It was getting late and she did not want to be here any longer but it was nice talking to Mark.

"I have to use the bathroom" Azira stood up grabbing her bottle despite not knowing where the bathroom was.

Mark nodded taking a sip of his champagne "Oh ok I'll see you around then nice meeting you and the bathroom's right down the hall just take a left."

"Thank you." She told him goodbye before walking away.

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Azira looked through the large crowd trying to find a certain red-haired man. People drank from expensive glasses which made her want to go home even more. " Yuta." She says once she finally found the redhead.

Yuta turned around to the voice his cheeks matching his hair color "O-oh hey Azira."

"I'm gonna go, it's getting late," Azira says while looking at him. He visibly frowned "Okay. Do you want me to get my driver to drop you home?"

"No, it's alright. I'll make it up to you I promise." Azira felt bad about how deflated he looked but she couldn't stay there any longer. "Alright hope you reach home safe." Yuta smiled pulling her into a short small hug before Azira left the penthouse.

She felt her anxiety creep in until she went outside. Down from the elevator, she felt nauseous, instantly feeling better once the cold air touched her.

Azira sat on the curb pulling out her phone. The low light was illuminating across her face as she quickly did an Uber. Parties weren't her thing.