Jimin
"Dae bak! Have you seen him?!" Cried Hoseok, behind the edge of the door.
"Who are you even talking about?" Asked Jin, fixing his hair around his face.
"The fanboy! Jungkook! OMG, he's hot! Like, wahhh!" Gushed Hoseok, as he took another look at the supposed 'hot guy'.
"Oh, him. No, I haven't yet. But Hoseok-ah, don't get your hopes up too much. He might not be into guys," replied Jin.
I watched as Hoseok's smile dropped at his words, and he left the doorway to return to us.
Poor Hobi. I hope he finds someone soon.
He plonked down next to me on the couch and I patted his knee. "Hey, it's okay. If it's meant to be, it will be," I said, trying to reassure him.
He nodded sadly and took out his phone to play some mindless game, whilst the others conversed amongst themselves.
I sighed and turned to Taehyung on my other side. "Hey, you excited still?"
He hummed and continued blankly staring across the room.
"Hey, baby. You seem quiet after our little session. Everything okay? I didn't do anything to upset you, did I?"
He shook his head and blinked, before returning his gaze back to me. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I said, is everything okay?"
His eyes flicked slightly in the direction of the door, while he bit his lip. "Umm, yes. Everything's fine."
I could tell by his posture that everything was definitely not fine, as he seemed to be adjusting his position constantly.
"Are you sure? You seem uncomfortable. Is it your pants?" I whispered, raising my eyebrows.
He frowned in confusion before realising what I meant. Then a faint blush passed over his cheeks and he immediately shook his head. "Ani, ani. It's not that."
Seeing him flustered made my heart flutter.
Gosh, he's adorable.
"Okay, well, you know you can tell me anything, yeah? I won't be mad or upset."
He nodded and smiled; taking my hand in his. "I know. Honestly, it's nothing. Just nerves."
I felt a sense of relief at his words, and my previously tense shoulders began to relax.
"Alright everyone, we are ready. Please follow me to your seats," directed a staff member that had just entered the room.
I pulled Taehyung up and he made his way toward the door. Then I turned and took Hoseok's hand in mine. "Come on, lover boy. Let's go find your future partner."
He giggled and jumped up; quickly skipping over to the others.
Cute.
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I was seated second from the end, with Yoongi and Taehyung on either side of me.
For some reason, they had changed our order and placed Taehyung at the end rather than second.
But I was happy because it meant I got to sit next to him.
"How good is this, baby? We get to sit next to each other," I said rubbing his thigh secretly under the tablecloth.
He smiled brightly and nodded. "It is. Maybe the staff have realised it's hopeless trying to separate us."
I laughed and squeezed his thigh before the sound of muffled voices filled the air around us.
"They're here!" Exclaimed Taehyung, nudging my shoulder.
I whipped my head around to greet them but what I didn't expect, was to be bombarded by high-pitched squeals and clapping.
In front of me were nine young, attractive women ranging from 16-25 years of age...and one male. Although, I couldn't make out his face.
I gave them all my famous eye smile and waved. "Annyeonghaseyo!"
The women cheered and continued fawning over us but the guy barely lifted his head to make eye contact with anyone.
Strange.
"If all Armies could line up and we will get started," called a staff member suddenly interrupting.
The women quickly assembled a line and I watched as the male slightly lifted his head, before shuffling to the back of the line.
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I had already spoken to eight of the women, and surprisingly they had all been very respectful and pleasant.
Then the ninth female moved up to me and I smiled.
"Annyeonghaseyo, Oppa! I'm such a huge fan!!" She squeaked out, covering her blazing red cheeks.
Aww.
I chuckled and nodded, thanking her for her support. Then offered to sign the various BTS merchandise she was holding.
She quickly passed them to me and made small talk while I squiggled away with my marker.
But then I heard Yoongi laugh.
And not just a small chuckle, but a full-blown laugh.
My head immediately turned to see what was so funny and that's when I noticed the fanboy sitting in front of him.
The mysterious male from before was laughing too; showing a row of shiny, buck-like teeth. Giving him the appearance of a bunny rabbit.
"Dae bak! You saw that too?! Wah, you really are a fan," complimented Yoongi.
I watched as the male closed his mouth and blushed, turning his eyes down again.
Yoongi cooed and tapped the top of his hand. "It's good to see our male fans. I know J-Hope and V were especially looking forward to meeting you."
The fanboy lifted his eyes and a soft smile curved on his lips. "Kamsahamnida. I really am a big fan. I-I'm just a little shy about it."
Yoongi's gummy smile filled his face and he hummed, "It's okay to be shy. Just means you're a more observant person, like me."
The fanboy pursed his lips and nodded. "Mmm. I prefer to watch people interact. You can learn a lot about a person...just from watching them." Then he glanced in my direction and my breathing hitched.
Wahh. He's gorgeous.
He stared directly into my eyes and I felt my heart rate increase. But just as quickly as it came, he diverted his gaze back to Yoongi.
"Oppa?"
Shit. The girl.
I snapped my eyes back to the fan in front of me and smiled. "Jwesonghamnida. Did you have any more questions for me?"
"Mmm. Do you like my dress? I wore it, especially for you."
Oh.
"Of course. It's pretty just like you," I said with a convincing wink.
She covered her mouth and giggled; wriggling on the spot. "Kamsahamnida. I think you're pretty too."
I raised my eyebrow.
"Well, it was amazing to meet you Oppa. I will continue cheering for you," she gushed, before moving on to Taehyung.
I waved and took a deep breath.
If only she knew that I prefer men.
And just as my thought passed, the fanboy slid in front of me.
"Annyeonghaseyo. I am Jeon Jungkook. I am born in 1997," he introduced in a mumbled fashion, whilst avoiding my eyes.
I don't know why, but I felt myself become a little giddy in his presence. Like I was sitting in front of an old school crush.
"Annyeonghaseyo. I am Park Jimin, but you can call me Hyung," I uttered, not realising my sudden forwardness.
"Hyung? Really?" He asked, blinking up at me with the biggest doe eyes I had ever seen.
I momentarily lost my train of thought and just stared at him.
But after a few awkward seconds, he cleared his throat and lowered his gaze back to his hands again.
For some reason, that upset me.
I wanted to see his eyes. I wanted to see the emotion behind them.
So before I could stop myself, I reached my hand out and lifted his chin with the tip of my finger. "Look at me."
He swallowed. "Jwesonghamnida."
I didn't register his apology, as my eyes instinctively lowered to his lips.
So pretty.
I slowly inched closer. Wanting desperately to touch them. To taste them.
But I was interrupted by a hand on my shoulder.