This fucking place and you

Bangtan Sonyeondan

Namjoon led me with deliberate steps to a round table and gently pushed me into one of the comfortable chairs. After that, he also sat down with a loud sigh. "You wanted to talk to me?"

He looked up. "Yes, that's right." It's about your stay here. Tense, I straightened up. "I'm bothering you, aren't I? I will leave immediately, sorry that I haven't done it yet. Actually, I had planned to set off around noon. What time is it?"  

After a quick glance at the large clock on the wall, I only knew that it was already one o'clock. What time did we eat, or did time just pass quickly? "Oh dear, I'll just disappear now-" 

"Yunai, now relax a bit. That's not what I meant at all." Namjoon glanced at me briefly. "Actually, I wanted to offer you to stay a few more days, and if you had declined, we would have of course taken you home. We are not inhumane, after all."

Oh, well... I thought for a moment. "Would it be okay if I wanted to go home already, or should I stay another day so that the thing with the fake dating comes across as more believable?"

"We should talk about that again right away. So first of all: it wouldn't be a problem if you were to leave now. Since I'm not sure if we'll see each other again after today, you should give me your number and maybe come by one or two more times. After a few months, I could then say that we broke up."

I was surprised because that was an amazingly good plan to avoid unpleasant situations in advance. "So, should we drive you home after lunch, or do you want to stay another night here?" 

I sighed lightly. "Okay, I'll stay one more night. You're not that bad, fortunately." Namjoon smiled. "That's nice to hear." We laughed briefly, but then another question came to mind that I would really like an answer to.

"What did Taehyung actually mean this morning with the word 'Leader'?" Instantly, Namjoon's grin faded and his expression grew serious. "What do you mean?" It was clear that he knew what I was talking about. 

"Come on, Joon. Don't sell me short. You are pretty bad at lying. He slowly leaned back in his chair. "Haven't you ever wondered how we got all that money? I mean, you can tell that the things we have weren't exactly cheap." I looked around.

"I don't really think about things like that. You don't talk about money, Namjoon. But please don't tell me now that you are a mafia and you are the leader. Do you kill people for money? I mean, what you did to Darren and his friends was pretty brutal, and they were outnumbered too!"

Namjoon snorted. "Pff, taking out the three wasn't as hard as you might be imagining right now. In this case, it all comes down to the right technique and muscle strength. Do you see?" He raised his arm slightly and flexed his bicep. Astonished, my mouth fell open. "Wow, are you Hulk or something?"

A laugh escaped him. "With a good workout, everything works out. Yoongi is also training. Your friend might be very strong, but we were just stronger. And to reassure you: no, we are not a mafia. We make music."

"Oh, you are musicians? What kind of music do you guys make?" Joon thought for a moment. "We have already produced a lot. You can't put our songs into a specific category. Every song sounds a little different, a little better, you know?" I nodded. "You must be quite well-known. What are your names?"

"Honestly, I was surprised that you don't even recognize us when we told you our names. Have you never heard of BTS?"

I thought hard. At some point, one of my few friends during my school years had talked about this group. I still remember that the BTS hype lasted a long time at my school. Her songs were played everywhere, but I could never listen to them myself. Until recently, I had never had money for a phone. 

"I've heard of you before," I said vaguely because of that. "Well, you can consider yourself lucky. We are an international band, which means you can listen to our music all over the world. We have fans everywhere. Millions of people would love to be in your shoes right now."

If I had known more about this band, I would definitely have been more impressed and would have screamed with joy like a little child. But right now, I was just happy that the guys were really nice despite their fame. 

"Could it be that you're showing off a bit right now? Well, at least all that money hasn't gone to your heads. What does BTS actually stand for?"

"Bangtan Sonyeondan." "

"Ah, cool name. And you are the leader of this group?" Namjoon nodded. "Does that mean you earn the most?"

"I thought you didn't like talking about money? But no, just because I am the 'leader', I don't have any advantage when it comes to money. We also earn money through solo songs."

 He took out his phone and quickly typed something. "Here, just listen to a few songs. I have to go now, Taehyung wanted to talk to me. Just give me the phone back later and save your number at the same time."

With these words, he smiled at me briefly, then left the room.

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I felt like a teacher teaching the students the basics of the world, oh god (7-7)