FATE

chapter 13

Y/N’s POV

I glanced at the clock, feeling a twinge of excitement mixed with a strange flutter of nervousness.

Tonight was the night. Dinner with BTS. It still felt unreal, like a daydream I couldn’t shake.

I didn’t want to get too carried away, but seeing Durva’s pure happiness made everything feel worth it.

“Alright, kiddo!” I called out, looking over at Durva,who was jumping around in his pajamas, clearly still in disbelief that we were actually going to have dinner with his idols. “Time to get dressed!”

Durva grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Are they going to be surprised that I’m coming too?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe it was real.

I chuckled, smoothing his hair as I helped him into a clean shirt and pants.

“I think they might just be a little excited to see you, too.” He looked up at me, his smile warm and confident.

Once Durva was ready, I went back to my room to get dressed.

I picked out a simple dress, something comfortable yet presentable. I didn’t want to overdo it, but I also wanted to feel put-together.

Looking in the mirror, I took a deep breath.

Tonight wasn’t just another dinner; it felt like an opportunity, though I couldn’t quite explain what it meant.

It was as if everything was falling into place in an unexpected way.

Just as I was putting on my shoes, I heard a soft honk from outside.

Glancing out the window, I saw a sleek, dark car waiting in front of our apartment—a reminder of the incredible life BTS led and the kindness they’d extended to us.

“Durva!” I called, grabbing my purse. “The car’s here!”

He darted toward the door, clutching his lightstick with renewed excitement.

I gave him a quick smile, grabbing his hand as we walked out.

I took a steadying breath, ready to step into the night, and as we walked toward the car, I felt a comforting calm settle over me.

Whatever tonight would bring, I knew one thing for sure—Taemin and I were about to experience something unforgettable, together.

As Durva and I stepped into the car, he looked around wide-eyed, clearly fascinated by the luxurious interior.

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, reminding myself to stay grounded.

This was all for him, after all, and his excitement was contagious.

The driver, a polite young man with a warm smile, nodded as we settled in. “Good evening, ma’am, Durva. We’ll be arriving at the restaurant shortly.”

Durva leaned closer to me, his voice a loud whisper. “Mom, do you think they’ll really remember me?”

I smiled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “Of course, honey. How could they forget someone as special as you?”

He beamed, relaxing back into the seat, though I could still see his legs fidgeting with excitement. “Do you think they’ll sing?” he asked, eyes twinkling with hope.

I laughed, imagining BTS breaking into a private performance over dinner.

“Maybe, if you’re lucky. But remember, they’re just people, too. We don’t want to overwhelm them.”

The driver chuckled softly, catching my eye in the rearview mirror.

“It sounds like you two are going to have a memorable evening.”

I nodded, feeling the same sense of wonder Taemin was radiating. “I think we will. Thank you for taking us.”

The driver simply smiled, focusing back on the road as we passed through the streets of Seoul.

My mind wandered, drifting to how this all felt like a strange twist of fate.

Moving here, meeting BTS in those fleeting encounters, and now tonight’s dinner—it all felt surreal yet oddly natural.

After a few more minutes of Taemin’s chatter and endless questions about what might happen tonight, the car pulled up outside an elegant, softly lit restaurant.

I took a deep breath as we climbed out, holding Durva’s hand as we walked toward the entrance.

Inside, I saw the familiar faces of the BTS members scattered around a large private table.

Their expressions shifted from casual conversation to warm smiles as they noticed us approaching.

“Y/N! Durva!” Jungkook was the first to wave, his face lighting up. “You made it!”

Taemin grinned, clutching my hand tighter as we moved closer.

Jin and Jimin stood up to greet us, offering friendly nods.

“Welcome,” Namjoon said, his voice calm but genuine. “We’re glad you could join us.”

I smiled, bowing slightly. “Thank you for inviting us. This is… honestly, such an honor.”

Jin grinned, shrugging. “It’s our honor. We don’t often get a chance to have a proper meal with people outside the industry.”

Taemin looked around, awe evident on his face. “Mom, they look even cooler than on stage!” he whispered loudly, making everyone laugh.

“Is that so?” Jimin teased, smiling warmly at Durva. “We’ll have to keep up the ‘cool’ act, then.”

Hoseok nudged Yoongi, who had been sitting quietly, a small smile on his face. “Come on, say hi, Yoongi. Don’t scare them off.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes but gave a small wave. “Nice to meet you both. Hope you’re hungry.”

Durva’s face lit up. “I am! And I saw you on stage, too. You’re all… so amazing!”

Jungkook chuckled, looking at me. “Durva ’s got good taste.”

As we sat down, I noticed how relaxed everyone seemed, chatting as if we’d known each other for ages.

Dinner was filled with easy laughter, lighthearted jokes, and surprisingly comfortable conversations.

I’d expected the evening to feel formal, but the boys had a way of making everything feel effortless.

Namjoon glanced at me, a curious look in his eyes. “So, how are you settling into Seoul?”

I paused, realizing how much had happened since we arrived. “It’s been… an adjustment. But a good one, I think. Durva loves it here, and that makes everything easier.”

Taehyung leaned forward, his gaze steady. “It must’ve been a big change. I mean, moving with your son and starting fresh.”

I nodded, feeling a sudden wave of vulnerability but also a strange comfort in his understanding.

“It was. But sometimes, change is exactly what we need.”

The members nodded, a quiet respect in their expressions.

They each seemed to understand that there was more to our story than I was sharing, but they didn’t pry.

Durva suddenly turned to Jin, his eyes wide. “Mr. Jin, thank you for saving me at school! I was really scared, but you helped me.”

Jin’s face softened, his usual playfulness replaced with genuine warmth. “Anytime, buddy. Just be careful from now on, alright? I’d hate for you to miss out on more dinners with us.”

Durva nodded solemnly, making everyone laugh.

And as I looked around the table, I realized this wasn’t just a simple dinner with idols—it felt like the beginning of a friendship, one that none of us had planned but each of us seemed to welcome.