YOONMIN : Beautiful encounter

Part 3

Beside her stood two guys around my age, one tall and slender and the other one short with an irritated look in his cat-like eyes.

When she noticed me, her dark red lips stretched out into the hottest smile I ever saw.

Cute? Not anymore.

Jaehyun's perverted plan about custody and child support? Fuck yes.

Hotel? Trivago.

The two guys stepped closer to her just like they accidentally heard my thoughts and glared at me. To say that I was scared would be mild, but I was never the one to chicken out of a situation like that.

I stepped right in front of them and flashed my famous smile.

»You were looking for me?« I asked sweetly and the tall guy nodded.

I offered him my hand: »Well hello there! My name is Jung Hoseok. May I ask for your names?«

He gave me a dimpled smile: »Hi. My name is Namjoon and this is Ae Ra. The grumpy one's Yoongi.«

The said man smacked his head and I giggled quietly.

They really challenged my curiosity.

Why were they here?

Why did they ask for me?

The girl- Ae Ra obviously –looked excited and cheerful at the same time, but Namjoon and Yoongi ... they just stood there like they were forced to come and interact with people. What were guys like that doing with a girl like her?

However, all my questions were soon answered.

»Well,« hissed Yoongi and glared at her.

»Tell him.«

I raised my eyebrows and smiled rather nervously: »Tell me what?«

That's when she smiled again and looked me dead in the eyes as she said: »I want you.«

I fainted.

Literally.

Well not exactly, but I surely wanted to.

All I could think about was that one sentence that sounded so ... wrong? But tempting?

I was awoken from the shock when both guys gasped and then sighed in unison as one glared at her and the other put his palm over her mouth.

»Would you stop that already?!« Namjoon shook his head and looked at me with a concerned smile.

He scoffed: » You almost gave the guy a heart attack. You can't just go around telling people you want them.«

When I calmed my racing heart I gave her a reassuring smile: »It's okay. But ... care to explain?«

She nodded and took my hand.

»Sure. But let's go somewhere more ... private,« she smiled up at me and licked her lips.

I gulped.

They took me to a limo, which excited me. I've never sat in a limo before.

Ae Ra explained everything to me – from the idea of forming a new group to finding Namjoon and Yoongi up until now. She told me she spotted me a month ago when she was at one of my dance competitions. She said that my dancing skills and good looks immediately convinced Bang PDnim (whoever that was) and the rest is history. I was confused, but I agreed to join them because they oddly interested me. Three days later they moved my things to this small house where they were staying. It wasn't exactly luxury, but with them, it had that charm that I just couldn't resist.

I was put in a room with that guy Yoongi that turned out to be a chronic sleeper and a working maniac. He was a savage, really mean and he refused to even look at you if you didn' have that so-called 'swag'.

Other than a pissed »fuck off« and »goodnight« we didn't talk much. That bothered me. I really was a talker and not being able to rant on and on was truly suffering.

It seemed to me that Yoongi and Namjoon had great chemistry and they got along pretty well. They were both really mature for 16-year-olds, hardworking and oddly quiet.

Me, on the other hand ... I was loud and cheerful and hyperactive.

Maybe it was because they knew each other longer, but I just couldn't fit in.

So I stopped trying.

I stopped talking to them completely and shut myself in a world of constant hard work and no sleep. I hung out with that Ae Ra girl that was loud and dramatic just like me. She gave me a hand when I needed it and I couldn't be more thankful for it. We became best friends, always together and she helped me a lot, especially when they announced that I will be a rapper, not only a dancer.

Of course, I was scared. I knew nothing about rap. Yoongi and Namjoon were doing it for a long time already and I was convinced that all I'll do is embarrass myself. And I handled it the only way I could.

I practiced.

I practiced until I couldn't feel my tongue or lips anymore.

It felt amazing to handle the situation by myself, but at the same time, I never felt so lonely before. It seemed as if I hadn't talked to a living soul for years. However, Yoongi and Namjoon noticed that and had a really reassuring talk with me, saying that we maybe have almost nothing in common, but that they will accept me as I am and interact with me more. I learned that Yoongi may be cold, but you couldn't find a more reliable person. He cared about me even if he would rather die than admit it. I also figured that I could talk with Namjoon about everything. He was a great speaker and very smart at that, he mastered both English and Japanese.

To say that I was happy would be plain, so I showed everyone how I was feeling every chance I got.

I smiled.

I smiled even when we weren't doing good.

That's how I got my nickname- Hope.