Chp.4<1Tsu no kōi

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Meaning: One favor In Japanese

Cheyenne's POV

"What?" Elena said, her face in disbelief.

"Really!" I exclaimed.

"Why's he here?! W-with us!?" Elena said, looking at V.

"He needs a helper cause apparently he got lost from the other members here. Annnnddddd....,"

"What...?"

"His next concert is here too!!!!"

Elena looked at me like I was the craziest person in the world. I think she was wondering for a moment if it really was him. She sighed and then looked back at me.

"Fine, we can help him, but...," Elena's voice drifted. She grew a little smile.

"What? What!?" I inched closer.

"I want to get a free pass into the concert," Elena said.

"What!? Why?" My heart raced.

"Look, we need a little reward for helping him, it's really the least he can do for us."

"But...,"

"I know you want this."

I smiled. Elena knew me so well. Honestly, I did want this, it was my dream. I stared into space and pondered. When I finally decided, I turned to Elena and nodded slowly. Elena smiled and looked over at V.

V was looking around for some reason, my guess was that he was looking for the others. This was my chance!

I ran over to him but slowed down when near him. He was rubbing his chin making me wonder what he was thinking about. I realized I was staring, he looked so....so, so, so, so much cuter in real life. But I couldn't think that for long. I hesitantly reached my hand out and slowly tapped his shoulder.

V turned around. My body froze and I stared. I gulped and took a breath, then began. I thought talking to him in Korean instead would be better.

"Hana, annyeong...," I said, saying hi awkwardly. (Um, hi.)

"Mwo?" He questioned, I stuttered. (What?)

"naneun jilmun-iissda." I said. (I have a question.)

"geugeos-eun mueos-inga?" He asked curiously. (what is it?)

"naega neoleul doul geos-igi ttaemun-e naneun bodab-eulo mueongaleul pil-yolo hal geos-ida." I said, crossing my arms. (since I'm going to help you, I'm going to need something in return.)

V stared at me. "Geuge mwojyo? ...?" (And what would that be?) He said, confused.

I thought for a second, and just quickly let it out. " yeogi konseoteuleulbogo sipda!" I let out quickly as if I said one word. (I want to see your concert here!)


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