Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Introducing... (Drumroll) Semi-Hysterical Fangirl!

    Hang on... did he mean that these other people were idols?  It did seem that way.  The girls were very pretty.  They had long, dyed hair, large eyes, and very pale skin.  One was blonde with bangs, wearing a pink T-shirt and black shorts, and the other had reddish hair, with a blue tank-top and capris.  They were both on treadmills, and bowed slightly at Jimin when he walked in.

    "Annyeong-haseyo."  They chorused, smiling.

    "Annyeong."  He answered, and, tapping my shoulder, led me to the boys on the other side of the gym.

    One boy had pale blonde hair, not unlike Namjoon's, and the other had brown hair.  The blonde guy was wearing all black, and his friend was wearing a white T-shirt and blue-jeans.  They were both playing on the bars, doing pull-ups and talking to each other in rapid Korean.  To my surprise, Jimin took a running jump and grabbed onto the blonde dude's shoulders.  He wrapped his arms and legs around him.

    The blonde dude jumped, yelling, and slapped Jimin on the arms, while the white T-shirt guy looked on and laughed.  Then he noticed me.

    "Annyeong!"  he said, noticing I was younger than him.  

    He was really tall with a long neck and full lips.  He looked a little bit like Jin, to be honest.  

    "Annyeong-haseyo.  Pangapsumnida"  I said, bowing my head a little.

    The boy said something in korean, and I shook my head a little.  Boy, I was glad that Namjoon had taught me this.  

    "Hanguk mal chael mothhaeo,"  I told him.  "Mianhae."

    "Ah."  The boy said.  "English?"  

    "Yes."  I answered, then turned sharply as Jimin screamed.

    The blonde dude was now jumping up and down, Jimin still on his back, face buried into the guy's shoulder.  It looked really weird.

    "Yeah, well,"  The guy said in a perfect accent.  "That's Jackson Wang, and I'm Yieun Tuan, but you can call me Mark."

    "Oh."  I said, surprised.  "Nice to meet you.  My name is Emma."

    "You too."  He answered, then, noticing my expression: "Yes, I can speak pretty good English.  I was born in LA."

    I blinked.  "I live in Irvine, maybe you've heard of it?"

    "I have.  My mom drove down there a lot, sometimes she'd take me too."

    "Wow, cool."

    "Are you a new trainee, or...?"

    "Ah, no, I'm not.  I'm not that talented."  I said with a little laugh.  "I came here as a trainee project for Bangtan, but I'm going home in about a month."

    I glanced behind me and noticed that the cameraman was here too, filming us.

    "Ah."  A new voice said.  "I hope they haven't ruined you yet."

    I turned again, to see the blonde guy, Jackson, had gotten Jimin off his back.  They were both puffing and red-faced.  I grinned at Jimin.

    "I see you've had your workout already."  I said.  "At least let me get some push-ups in!"

    Jackson's face cracked into a smile, and he slapepd Jimin in the back.  He said something in Korean, and then turned to me.  

    "I'm Jackson."  He said.  Wow.  Another perfect accent.  "Nice to meet you."