"YAH!!!!! JIMIN-AAAAA~", the first thing I hear as I gain consciousness.
I think, I think I'v heard that voice somewhere before... I actually, I'm pretty convinced I'v heard that vioce bef-
"Yah! Hobbie hyung, shipguro! Can't you see she's sleeping?"
"Ahhh, ye. Sorri, sorri. Chalmutesoyo Jimini-ssi"
Oh my gosh. I can understand what they're saying. And wait are they speaking Korean?!
OMG! WAIT.. HOLD UP... DID. HE. JUST. SAY. JIMIN-A?
OMO,OMO,OMO,OMO,OMO,OMOOOOOOO! Jimin-a as in jimin, jimin-jimin? Hobbie as in hobbie-hobbie? Omo.
Heyyyyyy.. no way. There's just no way in this world that BTS is-
"YAH! JIN HYUNG! Pleaaassseeeeeee? I just want one pony, just one! I'll be good for the rest of the year, mmhm? Anie, anie, for the rest of my life!! CHEBAL!!! Saranghae Jin hyung!"
"Kim Taehyung! When I say no I mean no. Now go and take that stupid alien onesie off. It's nearly time for us to go on."
Omo is this a dream? I slowly open eyes my eyes and try to sit up. I feel a sudden pain throbbing in between my temples. A small squeal of pain escapes my lips and immediately, the whole room goes quiet.
The only thing heard is someone moving towards me. Then out of no-where the most beautiful-est human being I'v EVER laid eyes on is looking over me. He waves his hand over my face to check if I'm conscious and once he realizes he takes a seat next to me. He places his warm hands on my forehead and we stare at each others eyes for what seemed like eternity. I take this opportunity to take a closer look at him.
His chingy brown eyes (which I must say, are THE most GORGEOUS pair of eyes I've ever seen) look down at me with concern. His bright red bangs, fall gently over his eyes. His evident jawline makes his rosey lips stand out even more.
"Is you okay?.."
Omo! Ottoke? His broken english is soooo cute! Kinda reminds me of-
And that's when it all hits me. When I realize that I'm sitting on the same couch, in the same room, in the same country, breathing the same air; and staring directly into the same beautiful brown eyes I see EVERY day in 1080HD, yes you guessed who, the one, the only, Jimin.
P a r k J i m i n , f r o m B a n g t a n .
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He's smiles at me and wow. Just wow. I mean how is it even possible for a human being to be this good looking? Like damn! As I fan girl over Jimin I realize that I left Lisa behind!
Wait.. how did I even get here? I sit up and look around to see bags, phone chargers, makeup, mirrors and chairs each with the names 'V', 'Junkook', 'Jimin', 'Suga', 'Rap Monster', 'J-hope' and 'Jin' written on them.
Daebak. I think I really am in BTS's dressing room. Maybe.. unless this is all a prank. Is this a dream? Or am I still unconscious? Am I dead? Is this heaven.. Maybe.. oh well. Might as well make the most of... whatever this is.
After I finish scanning the room I remember that Jimin is sitting right next to me. Just to be sure I look to the right side of my body and sure enough he's there.. Our face's are now just inch's apart. His breath bounces off of my lips. His hair brushes against my forehead. The smell of his cologne is so strong, yet so gentle. His His eyes widen and mine follow. I pull back and blush a-little.
