Attention「jikook 」

17.

Jimin's POV

"....HEY! GET OFF THE TRAIN!"

I snap my eyes open.

Ugh.

How long have I been sleeping?

Sigh.

I pick up my bags and head out of the station.

Where am I?

The sign reads something of a different language. I'm screwed.

I check my phone.

It's 1:09pm bright daylight.

I look like trash. I did leave the studio in sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

I guess this is my life now...
Damn, maybe I shouldn't have le- No! You can regret your actions now Jimin! That would make you an idiot!

Sigh. Maybe I am an idiot..
I sit on a park bench that I found.
By the looks of it, I've arrived in some city of America. I watch the foreign people walk by.

Until one girl stops.

She stares at me for a while, then she starts squealing like mad. She runs towards me, her ponytail swinging behind her.

"Hi! I'm Regina! Do you by any chance know bts?" I heard, looking into her lovely dark eyes.

I couldn't understand a thing.
It sounded like english though.
Wait.
Did she say bts?!

"Bts?" I said in english. I learned through the annoying introduction we have to say every time we go anywhere.

"Yeah, the k-pop group." She smiles looking down, like she's... embarrassed? She fixes the red frames that had slipped down the bridge of her nose.

"Um, hehe I am Park Jimin." I tried to say in my best English. Probably doing amazing thanks to all the practice with Hobi.

She blushed like she was expecting it.

She holds up her phone and points to it, I'm assuming she's asking for a picture.

I smile. Selca!

I scavenge through my phone for all the Korean-English translations I could get.

"um, wheru are we?" I read off my phone.

She laughs "San Francisco! I can show you around if you want." She offers politely.

'San Francisco? I think we've done a concert here before..'

"Ah, thank you, thank you!" I bow.

She looks around embarrassed before leading me to a bunch of buildings.

She types on her phone screen, by now we've long given up on trying to speak. I've decided to type in Korean and translate it to English, vice versa for her, using our phones.

'Do you have a place to stay?'
She types not even bothering to question why I'm not with the rest of the group.

I type.

She reads off the bright screen.

'No, I got separated from the rest. Do you know a place?' I lied, I obviously don't want her to know I ran away, that would be bad.

'Hmm, my cousin lives in a condominium, maybe you can rent one too. You must have a lot of money right?'

I chuckle.
Shit.
I HAVE NO MONEY!

I turn to her, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly.
"Hehe"

"Don't worry, I can treat you for lunch." She offers smoothly.

"Ah, Thank you!" I bow again.

Sigh, this isn't starting off too well.
At least I made a friend! Ugh, stop trying to be positive Jimin!