What if BTS had an 8th member?... and what if that member was a girl?
All she ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being, not just with her hands but with her heart.
But not even RaeJae knew of this until she met Seven new boys.
Seve...
"Excuse me? I don't mean to put a damper on this uh- whatever this is but..." I sheepishly look at the director, "I don't know if you know this but I don't have the best luck with elevators,"
I've already forced myself onto an airplane alone- well I had the director, and an assistant manager but that's not much support considering I don't know them- and now I've also have to somehow manage to get on an elevator.
I get sick even just thinking about it.
"Oh come on. Did you get stuck in it for like 10 seconds?" He teases me, walking on ahead.
"No but I did fall a few stories," I whisper grumpily to myself.
"Hey, you should probably do a little self vlog," our assistant manager Yoon hyunwoong politely reminds me. Honestly, I think this kid is around the same age as Jin. He looks so young that sometimes I question whether or not I need to use honorifics with him.
If I didn't know that he was qualified to be a manager I'd think he was born in my year. The funniest part about it is that he's shorter than Jimin.
"Ne, [yes]" I respond, taking out my camera despite not wanting to go onto an elevator.
"Hello everyone! I've been dragged into yet another hidden camera," I laugh, "I'm about to surprise my Hyungs... but they won't know it's me,"
I walk awkwardly down the hallway a bit more, not knowing what to say until I reach mirror, "oh! This is what I'm wearing. This is actually Jiminie hyungs track suit top so hopefully he won't notice, but I'm also wearing these dark jeans. I was given this hat and I'm wearing a mask to be safe,"
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"RaeJae-Ssi! They're about to send Jimin up," the director calls to me.
"Here we go, hwaiting!" I cheer to the camera, handing it over to our assistant manager. I also hand over all my luggage so that I don't have to worry about carrying it into the elevator.
So basically what I've understood from the director is that alls I have to do is pretend to cry and press nearly all the button in the elevator. The boys have a fake mission to put on a performance until they reach the 12th floor, but the elevator will stop on the 3rd to let me on.
Sounds easy enough, right? No not really...
"Is he almost here?" I whisper, even though he probably can't hear me anyway.
"Yes," A man holding a camera gives me a thumbs up.
I quickly adjust my mask and try the best I can to get into character. Unfortunately acting is not one of my strong suits, but I am pretty good at concealing my feelings so who knows. Either way I'll try my best.
