Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Mr. Bunny Dude

**Sorry for the late update!  I was on a trip for a while and I didn't get a chance to write more.  I'll be gone again for about three weeks so I will try to get another chapter in by Thursday or Friday.  Hope you enjoy!  Also if you have any questions on vocabulary just comment and I will try to get back to you.

    I spent the next two hours talking to Suga, and I was surprised that for such a lazy, sleepy-looking dude, he was really quite interesting.  Suga's main part in the group was rapper and a songwriter.  He stayed up all night sometimes, writing. And slept a lot during the day.  I swear, the guy's almost nocturnal.  His real name was Min Yoongi.  From Yoongi I also learned that the group members were really close.  They were literally siblings.  Yoongi was the 'appa' of the group, and Jin was the 'eomma'.  It almost made me laugh.

    Yoongi complained about all the broken chairs and things he had to fix, because Namjoon seemed to break absolutely everything he laid a finger on.  He changed the lightbulbs and batteries, and scolded the members when they got too far out of line.  Honestly, the guy seemed like someone who would do the scolding.  

    The ramen was good, thank goodness I had Cup-n-Noodles experience, and Yoongi glanced at his phone after a while.

    "Practice in twenty minute."  He said, showing me the time.  "I get ready."

    "Okay."  I replied.  

    I headed back to my room, but finding I didn't have enough time to completely organize everything, I headed towards the dance practice room.  To my surprise, someone was already there.  It was one of the taller ones, with light brown hair and big eyes.  His lips were very pretty, I noticed.  He was stretching, his back faced away from me, and I almost gasped.  This guy could go way past his toes!  I could barely grab my foot!

    "Annyeong-haseyo?"  I said, my voice coming a lot higher than I intended.

    The boy turned around, a surprised expression on his feminine features.  "Ah!"  he said.  "Annyeong, Emma!"

    "Jungkook-ssi, neh?"  I asked, frustrated I couldn't ask what his name was again in Korean.

    "-O."  He said, looking surprised and pleased at the same time.

    He was the maknae, I remembered.  He must not be used to being called with a -ssi at the end of his name.  How old was he?  Nineteen?  Only two years older than me!  Man, he was so young to be doing performances and stuff like this.  They all were.

    "Ah..."  He said, thinking hard.  "Stech-eu?"  He asked.

    I paused for a moment, trying to decypher what he had said.  Then, "Huh?"

    "Stech-eu with me?"  he asked.

    What on earth... Ohhh.  "Stretch?"  I asked him.

    "-O.  -O.  Stech-eu."

    I laughed a little.  Honestly, this guy and Taehyung were the worst at English.  But that was okay.  I was no better at Korean.

    "Neh, I will stretch with you."  I replied, walking over to him.

    I sat down next to him, and he scooted over an inch, looking a little flustered.  I laughed again.  This guy was so funny.

    "I don't bite."  I told him, poking the side of his shoe.

    He shifted uncomfortably, and smiled a little, and looked at me.  Jungkook reminded me of a bunny.  A really tall, handsome, twitchy bunny.  When he smiled, he showed mainly his two front teeth, which only further emphasized the bunny components of his personality.  I stretched out my right leg and grabbed my foot, pulling myself forwards.  It was a stretch I did all the time, for tennis.  It was for my hamstrings, and I could feel a little stretch-pain forming behind my thighs.