Dream came True

~37~

Tae’s POV

After dinner that night, Amar started having sudden attacks—choking, gasping for air—and I can’t lie, I’m worried sick. But she made one thing clear: she doesn’t want those close to her to know. And now I get it. Because look at me—I’m trying to limit what she does, control everything just because I’m scared for her.

I care about her too much to sit back and watch her push herself like this. We’re heading to Saudi Arabia soon, and the thought of leaving her alone in Korea eats me up. I’ve been racking my brain for a way to make her come with us, but I’ve got nothing. I can’t just ask—she’s too busy, always working.

So, I called in backup.

Tara—her assistant—might look like her best friend, but she technically works for Amar. Still, I found out something useful: she speaks Arabic. And that’s the perfect card to play.

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Later that day…

"Amar, we really need you," I said, flopping dramatically onto her bed while she sat at her desk, hair twisted into a bun.

"Tae, you're literally BTS. They’ll provide a translator," she replied, not even turning around.

"The last time they said that, the translator was a disaster. If you’re really ARMY, you’d know!" I said, challenging her.

She sighed. "I know someone who speaks Arabic and Korean fluently. I’ll send her with you, okay?"

"No. She won’t understand us like you do. Weren’t you done with your project?" I insisted.

"Nope. I’ll call her over. You’ll see—she’s even better than me." Amar said.

Damn. I gave up for now, but fine—I’ll just make sure this girl runs away before the trip even begins.

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Later that night…

"So this is Tiara, my friend," Amar said, gesturing to the girl beside her. "As you know, this is BTS."

"You can call me Tia," she said shyly, her eyes wide like a fangirl in a dream.

I tilted my head. "So… you really speak Arabic?"

"Of course. Amar and I used to compete growing up—and I guess we both won," she smiled.

"How so?" I asked, confused.

"She learned Korean, English, Japanese, and French. I went for Arabic, Italian, and Spanish," Tia explained.

Wait… Amar doesn’t speak Arabic. Does that mean… she is Arab? Wow. I didn’t expect that.

"Hi J-Hope. I love your music," Tia said bashfully. I could tell right away—she’s got a thing for Hobi.

"Nice to meet you, Tia," Hobi said, waving.

Well then. Time to expose Hobi hyung’s worst side. Let’s make Tia hate him so Amar won’t send her.

"You should stay with us tonight," I suggested.

"Really? I mean—I wouldn’t want to trouble you," she said nervously.

"Not a problem! We'd love to have you," Jungkook chimed in.

Let the game begin.

"You’ll stay with Amar, then. Sorry ChimChim—I ruined your night," I said, throwing Jimin a look.

"It’s okay... unless... Amar wants to sleep with me tonight," Jimin smirked.

"Nope. I’ll stay with Tia. She’s new—I don’t want her to feel out of place," Amar cut in quickly, mouthing a ‘sorry’ to Jimin.