My heart was racing at a million miles and hour. For some reason, all members of BTS just came storming into the room. Jimin wouldn't have invited me if it wasn't safe... He even told me that he didn't want the other members to find out just in case it got back to the manager.
I looked at the six members who all stared at me in confusion. It was like I was the world's hardest puzzle and they were trying to figure me out.
Jimin looked at me with panic. I suppose I looked at him the same because his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
"I... uh..." He cleared his throat, standing up and smiling. It was like we almost never kissed. "Guys, this is Liliana. I met her at this café I like to go to. It turns out she works there. She recognized me and told me about herself,"
Jimin suddenly finished the rest of his story in Korean. I guess it was easier for him to remember the words.
I watched as their exchange went on. A few of them seemed to relax. Though Namjoon and Yoongi still looked a little concerned. Yoongi suddenly went off, his voice raising a little. He was mad. Oh, I wish I knew Korean in a time like this. I knew I should have taken that class in high school.
Jimin waved his hands around in the air for a moment, his voice raising a little, too. I blushed. I didn't want them to fight. Maybe I ought to go...
Suddenly, the same boy with dark brown hair skipped over to me.
"Hey, Liliana!" Taehyung greeted me warmly. "I'm V!"
I giggled. "I know who you are, Taehyung,"
"Woa! You know my name. Good pronounce,"
I giggled a little more at his flawed grammar. "It's pronunciation. Not pronounce,"
Taehyung looked a little shocked before he nodded enthusiastically. "Thank you!"
I nodded and examined him.
It seemed like he wasn't all dolled up either. Which was expected. His eyes looked darker than Jimin's, nearing a black. His skin was also a milky coffee colour which complimented him well. His famous boxy grin was on display as he examined me, too.
"So, what do you think of our Jiminie?" Taehyung asked excitedly, hopping up on the window sill beside me.
Looking at Taehyung only made me think of Minnie. This was her favorite member. She's always adored him. It made me a little sad. This should be her talking to him, not me.
I looked down in my lap, playing with the sleeves of my hoodie.
"He's very sweet and caring. He's been nothing polite since I've met him,"
Taehyung nodded. He was like a puppy on crack. It was cute. "Yup, that's Jimin alright! He always tries to take care of the people he loves,"
I blushed. I knew Taehyung meant that in general, but the thought of Jimin loving me just set the butterflies in my stomach off. They were going wild, making me feel a little dizzy.
Suddenly, Yoongi walked to the corner of the room, plopping down onto the floor and looking at his phone. From here, I couldn't really tell what he was looking at, but he didn't seem as mad as he was earlier.
Jimin and the rest of the members walked over to me. I was overwhelmed by all of the people giving their undivided attention to me, not to mention that they were all very good looking. Never had I had this many men look at me before.
"Tae, I see you've made yourself comfortable with Lily,"
"Yeah! She's super nice. Aleumdaun sonyeo," Taehyung said, his voice growing deeper as he switched between languages.
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Promise
أدب الهواةthousands of people were there. maybe even a million. somehow he noticed me. he wasn't allowed. but he said we'd end up together. it was a promise. -A BTS JIMIN FAN FICTION