Mystery Girl

The Fan-Signing 2

After talking to Namjoon about learning Korean and her appreciation for his music, y/n is moved up to the next member. 

She looks up at Jin, worrying that she won't be able to say the right things. The Worldwide Handsome is looking back at her and her heart stops functioning for a second, suddenly seized with anxiety.

Jin's hair is dyed a beautiful shade of dark brown and his gentle face is welcoming.

Tentatively, Jin asks "Hello, English?" y/n assumes he had overheard her and Namjoon's conversation. 

"Yes," she affirms smiling, honoured that he wanted to speak in English. "I can speak a little Korean," she continues, although, of course, he already knew this. Her heart is beating wildly and her palms feel disgusting, but she tries to remain calm as they carry on talking.

Chatting with Jin starts to get easier after only a minute or two and she finds words come out more naturally, even though her hands still shake slightly and her voice wavers. 

He is somehow even more handsome in person and y/n encourages him to tell some dad jokes which he laughs at more than her. 

"Nice talking to you," she says in a voice that she hopes could be interpreted as confident as she turns to step in front of the next member.

"Have a nice day," he replies before turning to the next fan who seems to be hyperventilating with excitement. Watching him turn away, she feels sad that this experience will be over so soon. She doesn't know what she expected, a part of her hoped that she would have more time to live in this fairy-tale. 

Jin reviews the conversation with y/n, in wonder. Her Korean had been so natural, and she seemed to have a good sense of humour. If only he could have positive interactions with fans all the time. Ha, he thought to himself. Of course that isn't feasible, sometimes you just don't get along with people, and that isn't something within your control. 

Contemplating the burden y/n had taken off his shoulders, Jin concludes that he would love to try to speak English more often, but lacks confidence, over the years his English has improved but when it comes to having a proper conversation with an English speaker, it seems there is a mental block he needs to overcome.

As y/n turns to speak to Hobi, his heart sinks in his chest, the Titanic plunging into the icy depths of the Atlantic. He wants to talk to her for longer, her smile and shyness had been a breath of fresh air. However, he reminds himself, there are plenty more interesting and kind fans to meet.

Greeting y/n with a smile, Hoseok seems to be in full sunshine mode. His light blonde hair seems to reflect his personality and there is a glint in his eye that warns of mischief.

She knows that this man will be fun to speak with, the way he had been talking to the crowd of fans over the microphone a moment ago convinces her there is  nothing to be scared of.

"Hello!" she exclaims with considerably less fear than before. 

They talk about dance, involving complimenting him profusely and him laughing it off. Before she leaves, he jokes that they could be sunshines together. To that statement, she giggles in surprise, turning her head away so that he doesn't see the blush spreading across her cheeks.  

As she steps away, he compliments her Korean and she waves off his kindness, embarrassed, but pleased. 

"Thank you." she utters before slightly bowing and turning away, another member down. 

Hoseok reflects on the girl he had just met with delight. When greeting her, a smile had been plastered on his face. With this persona he was used to fronting, working hard to make the fans happy.

Y/n had greeted him confidently and had a genuine conversation with him, enquiring about his interests, as well as briefly sharing her own. This had effortlessly released the pressure on his shoulders. 

Conversation had flowed naturally and he found her easy company to be with, although she had stuttered, he thought she was witty. 

After realising that she needed to move up to the next member in a few seconds, he complimented her Korean- it is quite rare for a foreign fan to have such a natural Korean conversation at a fan sign. 

Looking up at Suga, y/n hopes that he is in a good mood today. She has never been a natural at speaking to boys, never mind idols in a different language. Her interactions with boys in school had almost always involved some form of stuttering and avoiding eye contact.

She had always been confused as to why no matter who they were, boys made my heart go into a frenzy if she had more than a minute of conversation with them, with the exception of a rare few.

"Hello," she begins cautiously. "My name is y/n and I'm English." Suga smirks and nods, in a way that seems amused by the attempt at Korean. "Sorry," she blurts, her pulse quickening. "Was my pronunciation off?"

"No it's not that." he grins. Pausing for a short while, y/n is left in suspension. "It's just that you're cute." My heart melts at his flirtatious words. He scratches the back of his head, making his brown hair ruffle attractively. 

"I don't know what to say," she mumbles. He laughs at her awkward response.

"England, yes?" he enquires. Y/n nods mutely wondering what he thinks of her. "How old are you?" His question catches her off-guard. 

"Um, twenty-three," she mutters. His eyebrows raise and y/n feels her face deepen in colour. 

Suddenly his eyes light up as he says, "I remember when the other members were your age." This cute, loving side to Suga makes her unconsciously grin. He returns his gaze to her and the breath catches in her throat.

The intenseness of his stare is penetrating and y/n is scared to look away. "You're really nice, I wish we could hang out sometime." The words come out of his mouth, but the look of confusion or intrigue in his eyes don't match. She can sense he doesn't want to tell her any more, so she simply plays along by saying; "Me too, that would be fun."

Despite the small talk, their eyes are having their own conversation; his eyes tell of a secret in the past, and hers of knowing that he isn't saying something. However, it is time to move to the next member so she pushes towards him her number. Managing it in the split second that the staff member looks away, she feels like a child passing notes in class behind the teacher's back.

(1113 words)

Author's Note

I hope you are enjoying my story so far~ Thank you to any beloved readers!