Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Jiminie is Very Loud

Hi guys! I'm sorry I haven't been updating recently.  I've been out of the country the past few weeks.  I hope this chapter  wasn't too dull.  Thanks for bearing with me!  I'm going to publish a second chapter soon, as a double update, since I haven't updated for a while.  This one's kinda short, but I'll add more as soon as I can!

"Annyeong, Emma-ya."  Jin answered, smiling at me with his full lips.

He said something to Namjoon, who turned towards me.  "Are you hungry?"

"Ah, neh, very hungry!"  I answered, patting my stomach, and drawing a smile from Jin.

"Jin usually cooks around here.  He's really good at it.  He's also the best at eating his food too."  Namjoon grinned at Jin, who walked over to the stove and started to get some things out.

I recognized black peppers, chicken, bell peppers, tomatoes, and onion.  Man, it looked like this guy could really cook.  Jin put some water on the stove to boil.

"Yoongi and Taehyung are not eat with us."  He said to me.  

His accent was so funny.  Honestly, all of theirs were, except for Namjoon.  Namjoon sounded like an African American underground rapper, the way he talked.  Everyone else sounded like awkward, funny angels.  I now officially knew what awkward funny angels sounded like.  

"Okay."  I answered.

I walked over to the cabinets and started to get out bowls and such.  I carried them to the table, only to find that Namjoon was gone.  He had probably gone back to his room.  I put the bowls and chopsticks down, and then filled cups with water and put those next to the plates.  Then I walked over to Jin and asked if he needed help.  I had often cooked for my family at home

    "Cut meat?"  He told me, and I nodded.

    It was easy enough.  I walked over to the white sink and rinsed my hands.  I accepted the gloves that Jin offered to me and pulled them on.  Accompanied with the smell of cooking onions and raw meat, I began to shop the chicken into smaller pieces so that they wouldn't burn, but wouldn't be undercooked either.  I set the chicken down next to Jin and then walked over to the sink to wash the knife.  Jin was looking at me approvingly, and I have to admit, a little thrill of pride went through me.  

    He held up the spoon to my mouth and I sipped it.  "Good?"  He asked.

    I nodded.  Wow.  It was honestly great.  It had the faint taste of bell peppers, and a stronger taste of onions and tomatoes.  I could feel a bit of black peppers in there somewhere.  Once he put the chicken in, it would be amazing!  I helped him stir it as he put the chicken in bit by bit.  Once it had gone in, I could see the soup begin to boil.  Jin wasn't very talkative.  He was mostly quiet, but our cooking time was punctured by occasional bursts of laughter as I mixed up the basil and some other leafy green plant, and little sentences of approval.

    One by one the other members began to arrive.  Namjoon was here again, as were Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok.  Apparently Taehyung was talking to the manager about something.  He wouldn't be joining us, though.  We all sat down and thanked Jin for making our food.  To my surprise and delight, I got complimented too, even though the only thing I did was put salt in and cut the chicken.  I accepted it with a smile anyway.  

    Most of the conversation today was in broken english.  I truly appreciated their attempts at including me in their meal, even though I spoke a completely different language.

    "Ah."  Jimin said, looking at me.  "If your doorknob broken, blame Namjoonie."

    "Eh?"  I asked, then I realized what he had said.  "Namjoon, you can break a doorknob?!"

    Everyone laughed, except for Namjoon, who was giving Jimin a lazer look.  "Jiminie is very loud.  I can hear him snoring in the next room over sometimes."

    Jungkook joined in on the dissing fest.  "Jiminie is very short." He said, earning a loud slap across the arm.

    "Sometimes I don't see him because I have look so far down."  The sentence didn't make sense, but I got what he was saying.

    I just laughed at everyone.  Jimin turned to Namjoon.

    "At least I dance!"  He said, looking angry.  "And my hair is not hwiping keulim!"

    "Whipping cream?"  I asked him, my cheeks stretched to the breaking point.

    Oh my lord, these guys were hilarious!  I'd seen some pictures of Namjoon when his hair was all done, and I had to admit, it did resemble whipping cream.  Jungkook's next statement killed me.

    "You're as tall as whiping keulim."

    Everyone was laughing to the point that I wouldn't be surprised of someone barfed.  Even through all the noise, Jimin's scream of rage was way louder than all of us.  Through my squinting eyes, I could see veins in his neck, his mouth open wide.  He was glaring at Jungkook and Namjoon, both of whom were ready to fall out of their chairs.  Tears were leaking out of my eyes.  The only time I'd actually cried while laughing was when my sister fell out of her chair with an iPad on her lap, and instead of saving the iPad or herself, she saved the popsicle she had been eating.  Our iPad now has a scratch across the screen, and my sister complained whenever she had to sit down for three weeks.  

    Now I was laughing so hard no noise was coming out of my mouth.

    "Yes," I gasped, when I could finally breath again.  "Jiminie is very loud."

    We followed up the delicious soup with a large scoop of ice cream, topped with... guess what?  Whipped cream.  Jimin chased Jungkook out of the room, yelling his head off, and then returned to consume the ice cream as quickly as possible.  Around the table, there was loud talking, and an enormous amount of laughing, mainly from Jungkook's part as he teased Jimin some more.  I have to be truthful here: Jimin honestly wasn't that short.  It was just that Jungkook was super tall.  But I wasn't going to tell anyone that.

    After the meal, Jimin motioned me over with him.  "I go gym.  You come?"

    "Okay."  I said.  "Didn't you just go?"

    "Ani."  he said.  "We were going... uh... but... forgot we had voice lesson."

    "Ah, okay."  

    We walked to the gym, which was literally a block away.  It was a big building, with steel reinforcements and large korean letters printed across the top.  I read it carefully.  Hanulso gym.  Instead of a 'Y', they used an 'ee' sound.  Ah.  That made sense.  Jimin led me inside, pulling open glass doors and holding it for me.  I thanked him and looked around.  There was a cameraman filming us.  I tried to look natural.  The walls were painted white, and there was a hardwood floor, which looked the same as the one in the dance practice room.  We signed in at the front desk, and if the lady there was surprised that a Korean idol had appeared at her gym, she didn't show it.  She smiled at him, and gestured towards the doors on her left.  Jimin held those open for us too, and I entered a world of whirring, loud machines.

    There wasn't a lot of people.  Maybe four others.  Two girls, and two boys.  I looked around more.

    "Why are there so little people?"  I asked Jimin.

    For such a nice, large gym, there was practically no one here.

    "It is for idol."  he answered.