BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2015

Chapter 30- Elusive Water Boy

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Underlined + Italicised = French

April 23rd, 2015:

We had spent yesterday recording our next comeback, and today was no different. Timothée was following me everywhere. It was nice finally being in each other's company. We didn't have to be doing anything special, being together was special enough.

I was coming back to the studio from the recording booth after having sung my part in House of Cards. It was late and there was just Dohyeong (Slow Rabbit) and Namjoon in the studio.

"Wow, that made me feel things..." Timothée whispers to me as I sit back down next to him on the couch.

"There are people around," I blush.

"Like they can understand me," he smirks, kissing my neck softly.

"I thought you said he was your cousin," Dohyeong chuckles.

I press my hand on Timothée's thigh to let him know to stop.

"I think you knew that was a lie," I look at him knowingly.

"After that I definitely do," he laughs.

"You can be done for the day," Namjoon smiles at me, "good job today. You should go have fun now... safe fun..."

"Thanks, oppa," I roll my eyes. I stand up and grab Timothée's hand, "I'm done, we can go now".

"Oh, okay," he looks around not having understood the conversation that had just happened, "it was nice hanging out again today," he bows to the two men sitting down.

They both bow their heads back and smile.

"It's nice getting to know you," Namjoon replies, "I see why Y/N's always busy on her phone now".

"Okay... well we'll be on our way now," I laugh awkwardly, "good job today. Thanks for your hard work".

I bow and drag Timothée out with me.

"Namjoon's a really cool dude," Timothée comments.

"He is, I thought you two would get along," I smile, "I've also seen you have fun with Tae-oppa".

"Oh, yeah. He's a real character," he nods, "and Yoongi hasn't stopped talking about basketball after I said I liked it".

"Hahaha, I think it's cuz you're American and truly understand the essence of the sport or something," I answer, "I'm glad translators exist so you guys can communicate".

"Thank god for technology," he chuckles, "Honestly, I didn't know what to expect... but you're all so different. Not that it's bad or anything, but it's amazing how you're all different but work so well together," He thinks out loud, "I guess it goes to show you guys' professionalism".