Infinity | BTS fan fiction | BlackPink fan fiction

Chapter 4

Shorts.

Crop top.

Bikini.

What was I thinking when I had packed to come to Korea. The weather in Korea was changing drastically. The temperature was starting to drop below 10 degree.

"Eomma" I peeked into my parents room.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Can I borrow a few of your clothes?" I do an aegyo.

"Sure. Go ahead. I bet nothing will fit you" she laughed "Why don't you go to the mall?"

"Wow. Why are your clothes so..... dull and boring?" I scanned through my mom's monotonous closet.

"Do you ever see Kris Kardashian or Yolanda Hadid wearing bright coloured clothes?" She defended her closet.

"Do you see me as Kendall Jenner or Gigi Hadid?" I scoff "I'll borrow this coat from you in the meanwhile, Kris Hadid"

I wore on a suede brown crop top with a high waisted black ripped jeans. I shielded myself from the cold wind with my mother's oversized black coat. I rushed to the nearest mall.

I entered the nearest shop. I passed several sections and took out a few clothes. I went to the reception and saw a cute boy standing behind the counter. I blush shamelessly and place my hair behind my ear.

I walk insecurely to the counter and place the clothes item on the counter.

"Is this all you'll be purchasing?" He asks.

"Yes." I blush.

"Ahh.. I hope you didn't have any trouble" he shot me a smile and I almost passed away.

"Haha.. no" I giggle.

"You total is $84" he said.

"Ah.. yes"

"But I'll give it to you for $80 since you are exceptionally beautiful" he flirts.

"Aww.. you're too generous" I can't stop blushing.

I opened my zip and searched for my wallet. Ah! I kept in my jacket. I put my hand in the pocket.

Shit.

I completely forgot that I had worn my mom's coat. The cute boy look at me and repeats "80"

"Ahh.. yes" I smile nervously.

What should I do?! I bite my nails.

"Excuse me" I pretend like talking over the phone.

Should I head back home. No way. That'll take too long. Ahh! What should I do.

On my way here, I had seen a huge crowd. I made my way into see a group of boys and girls street dancing. They were competing against each other.

"Who are they?" I asked to a stranger beside me.

"Ah.. most of them are just participants. But the boy there" she indicated the boy with a black mask with the motion of her chin "He was undefeated for the past hour. Seems like he is a professional street dancer."

Street dance battle.

Maybe this is the time to cut off one out of my bucket list.

"Is there any prize award?" I ask.

"Yes. The winner get a money cheque of $100" she said.

Great! Let's do this.

"Is there any other participants or should I declare the winner." The emcee yelled through his microphone. The black masked boy was still energised and waiting for his next opponent.