Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

English, Please?

** Just a note: This is my first work, and I would really appreciate constructive criticism.  There are definitions to words at the bottom, if you need them.  Please comment!

Author's Note:  If you enjoy this work, make sure to check out Book two and continue the journey with Emma!  Search up "The Empty Air Echoes"

    "Ah, they are coming."  Manager Hobeom said, looking down the great big walkway of the airport.

    I wrapped my fists tightly around the handle of one of my two suitcases, watching the feet of hundreds of people, rushing by.  There were people of all sorts here.  There was a man wearing a straw hat and a loud Hawaiian shirt.  There was a lady with five children trailing after her, each with their own unique backpack.  There was even a man carrying a box of what looked like deflated pool floaties.  

    I smoothed out my T-shirt, which was white with the words BigHit printed in small black font across my chest.  I had picked out a casual outfit for the long airplane ride, and my clothes were slightly wrinkled.  From my pale blue jacket to my black athletic leggings, I looked like I was walking around in clothes I had slept in for the past three days.  At least my shoes couldn't be wrinkled.

I could see them now, three tall men dressed in black skinny jeans and sweatshirts.  One had a black mask across his chin, one had round sunglasses, and another had a round hat.  They were walking in a line, towards Manager Hobeom.  I was still sitting in one of the chairs, but I stood up as they got closer, dragging my two bags with me.

    I had landed at the Seoul Airport about half an hour ago, on a little adventure.  Manager Hobeom had contacted my school, and then me for some sort of challenge for a boy-group called Bangtan.  I wasn't exactly sure how it had happened, but the next thing I knew, my prarents had signed something, and I was on a plane to Seoul.

    The three men reached us, and Manager Hobeom greeted them warmly, patting their backs and speaking in rapid-fire Korean.  I stood awkwardly, not exactly sure what to do with myself.  After a while, Manager Hobeom turned their attention to me.  He said something to them in Korean, and the boys nodded and inclined their heads at me.  I bowed at them, a little lower, since I was obviously younger.

    "Annyeong-hasseyo," I said, my voice a high contrast to theirs.  "Joeneun Emma-smnida.  Pangapsumnida."

    The boys all nodded at me, their smiles accompanied by a chorus of 'yah's and 'annyeong's.  One of them, Rapmon, I recognized, shot me a strange glance.  "Pangapsumnida," he said.  "You speak English?"

    "Ah, yes I do."  I said, relieved.  

    The other two, J-Hope and...V, was it?  Looked a little surprised.  At least my English accent couldn't have been too bad, then.  Manager Hobeom smiled a little and gave me a reassuring tap on the shoulder.

    "I've told them that you are their charge for the next month."  He said in his thick accent.  

    He turned and said something else to V, J-Hope and Rapmon.  

    "The van is in the parking lot," he said to me.  "I will ride with you to the apartments, and then Bangtan will show you around."

    "Neh," I said, hoping it was the right word.

    "Eung." Manager Hobeom said back to me.  

    We walked together back the way the boys had come.  It was then that I noticed that there was a cameraman following us.  I'm not exactly photogenic material, I thought cringing.  I had bedhair, wrinkled clothes, and a pair of earbuds hanging out of my jacket pocket. My hand flew up to them and stuffed them in deeper.  V, the one with the hat, was talking rapidly, pulling wide smiles and slapping his friends on their arms.  Rapmon seemed obliged to walk closer to me, since he was the only one that could speak fluent English, other than Manager Hobeom, who was on his phone.  I appreciated it.  I played with my zipper as we walked.