Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

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"Is this Baek Eunha's first appearance on national TV?"

"Yes it would be."

"Is there anything you don't want the host to talk to her about?"

I don't think James would ask much other than the basics and play the game scheduled. Its a only a brief appearance. "Just the chosen questions. She won't understand much." The shows management took the confirmation then left our dressing room.

"I'm actually excited!"

"I'm terrified." I told my fearless leader who paces in front of us. He swung around sharply with a look of sympathy. "Over Eunha?" I nod. I've never put her in front of television cameras, especially a crowd such as The Late Late Show. Last time we were here it was great time, we were safe and it showed a good episode.

But obviously any appearance Eunha makes is thought by me at least a month prior said appearance. Its not Run BTS or a Photoshoot.

Its an American late show.

"What is this?" Eunha comes from behind a small room with a mic box in her fist. "That's a microphone, so the people can hear you." I grab it and hand it to the sound check guy. He proceeds to hook it to the back of Eunha's dress. He clipped the mic to her collar then let the stylist fix her hair.

I smiled as she twirled, then ran toward Namjoon asking him to pick her up.

"Guys, you're next."

We all stood in unison. "Ill take her, Kookie." Namjoon says and walks first with Eunha in his arms. As we stood behind the curtain waiting for them to part, I breathed out loud. Tae actually patted me on the back for comfort. Eunha was put down but remained with Joonie and then we finally we strike a pose.

"Promoting their upcoming album 'Love Yourself' reuniting with us its BTS."

The curtains parted and the spotlight bathes us, followed by the crazy cheering. Though my eyes were on Eunha the entire time, watching close to any tics. She visibly froze at the sudden loudness, immediately releasing RM's hand to rush to me with her arms up. I took her up and bounced her to look at the crowd. She's not crying, but she's got a TaeTae face. The infamous blank stare.

"They're happy to see us, wave." I cooed in hopes she wouldn't be frightened. Slowly Eunha brought her palm up and moved it side to side in a confused wave. Almost like she didn't know if she should wave at the cameras or the people.

I did my part as well then followed the members down the stairs to take a seat. James Corden being his bubbly self that I remember was shaking everyone's hand including mine. I sat at the front line closest to the desk with Eunha on my lap.

"So Jungkook, this must be your lovely daughter."

"Yes, yes this is her." I answer short and sweet in English. I nuzzled my nose in her head to hide my sudden shyness, while she's too busy taking in everything. I tapped her leg so she looks at me giving her the nudge to listen. "Can you tell me your name and age?" James asked with a huge smile anticipating an answer.

I translated his words and then she chirped happily, in broken English replying, "Baek Eunha. I'm...two." She then raised her five fingers. "And half."

"Two and a half years old, ladies and gentlemen. Who are these men around you?" She caught his hand gesturing to the guys so she began to point at each member and called them by their nickname. It put a smile on everyones face.  "Thats Suga, and he's..." she stopped at Namjoon to look at me. 

I nodded at her quickly,  "Rrrrap Monsta." She chirped, absolutely killing the members.  "I knew you'd tell her to say that!" He points at me accusingly but I just laugh and hug my daughter. Its a joke that will never get old. After regaining some seriousness, James continues speaking.  "I hear you like American football and can recognize every team by logo."

Currently shooting SOS messages at Namjoon to translate cause I'm already lost. Though he jumped in immediately and translated every word for Eunha. She nodded immediately at James.  

One by one she names every team and state they play for as cards with the logo were shown to her.  "And what about that one, we're currently in that city."

I feel so dumb hearing her flawlessly mention states and cities and I cant even remember the complex we live at.

She looks closely at the gold horn before announcing,  "LA Rams."

"There you go!" We all cheered and applauded.  "Well Jungkook looks like you're having a father-daughter date to the Superbowl."

"One day." I chuckled.

That would be the perfect holiday present though. I'll do all the research needed to take her to a the Superbowl at least once. In time I will. When she's five at least.

After the interview with the rest of us concluded, we were set to perform Fake Love to end the show. We made sure to do our best and it turned out to be one of my favorite performances on a late show. I'm definitely biased cause I think every performance we do is a razzle dazzle.

That was actually our final day in LA for a while. Traveling back and forth is really exhausting, and its bound to be worse once our tour kicks off. Festa 2018 concluded a week ago and boy was it the funnest. Albeit sentimental as always.

I was getting dressed for a magazine cover shoot an sat on the floor plying Uno with Jin.  "Screw you, and your friends!" I yelled as he slammed four 2+ cards on me.  "Sore loser," he laughs. 

"I never lose, though congratulations.." I smirked.  "Cause you the sore LOSER." I slammed every 4+ cards I had, ultimately leaving me with one wild card. I stood to start break dancing around Jin who is still trying to believe his loss.  "And if you don't know now you know loser."

"Ok maknae shut it," Jiwon stretched her hand at me. She's having a full on conversation with another staff member beside her. Does she want me to grab it? Confused, I softly handle her hand and kiss the top of it. To this Jiwon looked at me dead in the eyes, so did the staff member and Jin.  "He's a real gentleman." Jin says proudly. 

"I taught him well."

Jiwon's cheeks redden at the kiss and immediately smiled,  "I wanted you take this." Her fist opens, dropping a chain bracelet to match the white outfit I wear.  "Oh," now I'm the one blushing. 

At least half of the staff knows about us but will not do anything about it. Or she'd be so fired. Technically the female staff need to be married to work with us or they're not allowed at all. Jiwon's dad managed to get her the job as a stylist because her talent was prominent since the beginning. Plus they thought we'd see her as a sister since we are all around the same age.

Jiwon crouched down between Jin and I and whispered,  "how do you guys feel about going to a concert?"

We shrugged. 

"A concert that isn't your own." She clarified.  "Depends who."

"Jackson Wang."

"Oh hell no."

"Hell yes." Jin and I look at each other suspiciously. He wants to go?  "Jackson Wang is cool, Jungkook." He says so then Jiwon gives him a high five.

The many times I've seen his stuff on social media, his concerts are basically Asian magic mike. I respect the guy immensely but I don't think I could be in a crowd of raging men and women wanting to eat the guy alive. He probably thinks the same about us.

Oh the irony.

"Cmon Bunny, if it was IU you'd nose dive." Jiwon teased.

"But it isn't IU." I smirked.

"If Jin goes, I'll go. I won't get in trouble alone if we get in do mess up."