Meaning: First Meeting In Japanese
Elena's POV
"You look beautiful!....in all your, aheh, k-pop cloths....," I exclaimed, as Cheyenne stepped in the living room.
"Don't I always?" Cheyenne said jokingly.
I laughed. Cheyenne wore all of the most Korean-est fangirlie-est clothes she had. A V hat, V shirt, and even V coat and sweatshirt!
There was a knock on the door, "Girls, are you ready?" V asked through the door.
"Yep!" Cheyenne and I said in unison.
"I'm so excited!" Cheyenne squealed.
"Time to have myself killed from the screams of ARMY's....," I murmured.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
"By the way, is Nanette coming?"
"No, she has errands to do for some reason. Though she loves K-pop too, the job needs to get done. She just told us to record it at least."
"Oh, alright."
After Concert~
"Kill me....," I groaned, Cheyenne just jumped up and down.
"That was...so.....GOOD! Who knew V sounded even better live!" She screamed.
"No...more....screaming!" I pleaded, pressing down my hands harder.
We were waiting in the back hallway towards the stage, V requested us here, I wondered why. Maybe, Cheyenne would get to see ALL the members face-to-face. Oh no, that would mean more screaming.
"They're....here!!!" Cheyenne shouted, pointing across the hallway to the group who were walking closer.
"Would it be alright to talk to you in Korean?" V asked, the other members giggling, probably to his horrible pronunciation. Not that it was bad, but the I and t just sounded weird.
Cheyenne nodded excitedly, hopefully, she doesn't end up bouncing so much to space. I could tell she was holding herself down so badly.....and time for the weird fumbling of words.
"nuguseyo?"(who is this?) One BTS member asked, looking at Cheyenne. It felt like he didn't even see me!
"syaien-ibnida."(this is Cheyenne) V said, motioning towards Cheyenne. I felt awkward, thinking that I should sneak away and leave them to introduce each other.
I started tip-toeing away when suddenly one of the BTS members said 'HEY!'. I turned around and tried looking for the person who spoke.
A man in a black shirt with white sleeves ran up to me. Woah, they were pretty tall in real life, or at least for me. Everyone I knew was at least an inch taller than me.
"Who are you?" He asked, in his slaughtering-my-words in English voice.
"Uh...E-Elena....," I stuttered, surprised to see the member ask suddenly.
In the corner of my eyes, Cheyenne giggled. I just wanted to walk away!
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Me and My Weird Life
FanfictionFor Elena's graduation gift from high school, her sister has raised enough money to go to Japan. Now was the time. Elena has spent 5 years learning kanji, how to talk Japanese, and read Japanese. She is also able to invite anyone she wants, so she b...
