Wish (Jung Hoseok)

Eight

"I'm terrified. I can't..." Riley looked at herself in the mirror. This time, she was dressed in blue skinny jeans, and a button up shirt with soft blue and white stripes. It was really silky, and flowed in any breeze. Her favorite shirt of all she had to wear on camera.
Her light hair was curled on her shoulders, flowing to her back.
She felt beautiful, but the anxiety on her soft makeup covered face was evident.

"Riley!" Someone shouted, causing the girl to turn around.

Her heart clenched as a head of bouncing, blonde curls headed for her.

Dani.

"What are you doing here!" Riley said, her face disregarding her shock with a smile.

Dani hugged her tight, almost crying. "I still can't understand a damn thing you're saying... I flew here to support you!"

A woman who stood beside her translated her sentence instantly. Riley gave her a weird look, but smiled.
"You went through so much trouble to see me... thank you."

Through the translator, the two caught up, until finally it was time for her to go see the boys.

She felt sick again. Talking to Dani seemed to help so much, but the reminder of her responsibility made her pale.

Dani nudged Riley over. "It'll be okay, I promise. Just blow them away!"

Riley chuckled. Easier said than done.

-

She felt as if she were on one of those satire shows where a group waited for one person, until she finally arrived, sitting in a lone chair to wait for them to intervene with something she had done wrong.

But she sat, glancing at Hoseok for any sense of courage.
He smiled, giving her that signature heart sign. "You can do this" he mouthed as the cameraman counted down their shoot. Jimin nodded to her as well, and the group prepared for the questions.

To say they were excited would be an understatement.

Yeah, that's right... I can do this.

As the anxiety settled in her stomach, Riley spun to face the camera as the final three were counted down.

"Good morning, afternoon and eve, everyone! It's so good to be back where I belong. At my job. Today I have Namjoon, Jungkook, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung, Yoongi and Jimin, of BTS!"

"You may be wondering why I introduced you separately." She said to Namjoon, who did look confused.
"It's because I know you are a band, but you are your own personalities of the group. Each one of you has a story to tell, and a story to write."

"Which is why I will be interviewing you all, individually."

Their eyes widened. Especially Namjoon's, as he now had to babysit each of them.
But he didn't mind. He trusted Riley to know what she was doing.

"First, Joon~ as I've heard they call you..." She stopped herself from using his nickname.
Professional. She mocked herself.

"To start, the fans want to know... what was it like meeting all of the guys? One by one, they came into your life. And little by little you became more responsible. Not just to the band but for them, almost like their father figure in a way."

Namjoon smiled. There she was, in her natural element. Acting as if the two didn't spend two hours ranting about if Batman really is better than Superman.

"Honestly, I didn't expect so many of them. But when I met Jungkook, I saw someone searching for guidance, and since I was the first member; I felt responsible to give him that.