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Nine: Impress

He needed to stop freaking out, he needed to stop freaking out, he needed to sto—

"Here's some water." Taehyung cut him out from his thoughts. He gratefully took it and emptied it with a few huge gulps.

He handed the empty bottle to Jin and he exhaled.

They were in the practice room right now. They had been at one of the lounge rooms earlier. The stylists and the manager freaked out and the members kept trying to wake him up.

He came back to his senses a few minutes ago. The members asked him what happened and he just answered that it was some kind of head rush when he fell.

The skin between his thumb and his pointer finger started to swell from him pinching it. He can't believe this. Maybe the leftover pizza in their dorm was spoiled and it popped a screw loose in his head.

He's seeing things because of pizza. Maybe he should start taking leftover food away from Taehyung.

That kid was so weird, and he usually ate anything that was in the fridge, fresh or not.

Namjoon draped an arm around Jimin's shoulders. He shook it a little and gave a little smile to the younger.

"You feelin' okay?" He asked gently. He inhaled deeply and nodded.

He felt dizzy and breathless, how couldn't he when he witnessed an angel a few minutes ago?

Wow, fate had it's ways huh.

As it turns out, The manager and Jimin were fighting over the same person. It was so surreal.

"You can let them in now." Namjoon gestured to Hoseok and Yoongi who stood by the door.

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"Well that was.... weird." Junsun trailed off in an attempt to break the silence. Sheen snorted in reply.

Jungkook was crouched down by the wall. All of them were in the hallway outside the practice room.

He stared at the beanie in his hands. He can't deny the fact it was his merchandise. He designed it with his group.

Why did Jimin have one of these? He can't believe it.

And now Jimin suddenly fainted in front of him. Was he that unattractive or something?

He sighed and looked around. This was the hallway the group had passed on a daily basis. He can imagine them waddling about when they're in a good mood and trudging back to the dorms, hot and sweaty from practice.

He mustered a small smile. This was reality now, he wasn't imagining anymore. Now he's gotta make it memorable.

They've got two weeks, two weeks to teach the boys. Two weeks to cherish and be blissful to be with his idols in the flesh, to know them personally.

The door opened and all of them turned their attention to the person who popped their head out the door, who was Hoseok.

Jungkook stood and took a great look.

Damn he'll never get over this. Okay, calm down.

Hoseok hesitated, English or Korean? Three of them looked Korean...