Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Finally, Something I'm Good At!

I could hear peals of laughter from inside the dance room as I stood outside, waiting for Taehyung to open the door. What were they trying to do to me? I felt so flustered, I had to drink from the water fountain for at least a minute before I could breathe properly again. From what my friends had said, you only said 'oppa' if it was an extremely hot Korean guy you were talking to, that was your boyfriend. Jimin, I won't lie, is an extremely hot Korean guy, and he wasn't my boyfriend, so when he told me to call him oppa, I freaked.

Anyway... Taehyung came out of the room just as I finished drinking water. Okay, I could do this. Oppa was just a familiar term used to call a guy you were close to, who was older than you. It wasn't anything like boyfriend. I think. Taehyung led me to the right, to a place I hadn't been before. We walked into a room with a label on it, that I couldn't read. Or rather I didn't have the time to read, because Taehyung opened it quickly and ushered me inside. He held the door open for a cameraman and sat me down in a chair.

The room had white walls and a greenish carpet. There were three recording microphones, all close to each other, and a few random music stands scattered around. It was a generally small room, but it was big enough to fit the seven members, plus a few people, without anyone feeling claustrophobic.

The chair I was sitting in was strangely comfortable for a wooden chair with no cushion. I just shrugged and didn't question it. Taehyung sat down and pointed towards the door.

"Jin come."

"Neh." I said.

Jin opened the door and stepped through. Taehyung was wearing a black sweatshirt, whereas Jin was wearing a pale pink one. It made me want to laugh. Then I remembered from some of my friends that Jin was often known as the 'pink princess'. Well, this explained why.

"Annyeong."

"Annyeong-haseyo." I answered him.

Taehyung grinned at him and gestured towards me. "She call me oppa." He said in broken english.

I did my best not to flush when he said that, and Jin smiled a little at me. "You can call me oppa too." He answered.

I know I definitely blushed then, but I pretended it didn't happen. "So." Jin said. "Can you sing?"

Yes, finally, something I was good at. I had won multiple awards and joined the high school honors chorus. I had also written a few songs, but I'd never shown them to anyone.

"Neh." I answered.

"Okay." Jin said. "Let's see."

I pulled up some music and waited. My voice cracked a little as I started, but soon I found my beat and sang along to Like I'm Gonna Lose You. It sounded pretty good with the echoes of the recording room, and it was amazing considering how nervous I was singing to these freaking Kpop idols. It was, like, sing-in-the-shower good.

When I looked up from the lyrics, Jin and Taehyung started clapping. "Wow!" Jin said. "That was good!"

"Kamsahamnida!" I said, excited.

It was one thing I prided most about myself, and finally I could get feedback from these professionals, who had been doing it their entire life. I felt a little drumbeat coming from my chest. Should I tell them? I didn't want to seem like I was bragging. I was a coloratura soprano, the second rarest female voice. I was able to sing up in the soprano notes, even higher, but all legato. Most sopranos could sing some of those notes, but only briefly, in staccato. The rarest was a coloratura contralto in women. They could sing extremely low. I made a decision.

"Actually," I said, taking a deep breath. "I'm a coloratura soprano."

Taehyung's eyes widened, and he started talking in rapid-fire to Jin. Jin looked me over and then went over to a door on the other side of the room. He knocked, and then opened it. Inside, I heard the tenuous, melodic strands of piano music. The room was very similar to this one, but much smaller. There was a piano inside, and Yoongi was sitting at it, playing furiously. I noticed he had really pretty fingers. Long and pale, like an artist's. He stopped and turned in the middle of his piece.

"Neh?" He asked.

Jin spoke to him for a moment. Yoongi's eyes drifted to me, and he gave a little wave of hello. I grinned back at him. Jin said the word 'coloratura' in a Korean accent, and Yoongi looked at me again. He shrugged, and gestured towards the piano.

"Be my guest." He said, standing.

Jin sat down and started to play some medium notes. I sang them easily, and we slowly grew higher in pitch. Now my voice sounded like a flute. It was my favorite range to sing, because I sounded so clean, my voice so pure. Still we climbed in pitch. I continued to match up with the notes that Jin played, until my voice cracked and I coughed, patting my chest. Taehyung and Yoongi were watching silently. Jin played some legato notes, and I copied them. Only coloraturas could sing these notes legato. I managed to go up pretty high, but I stopped before my voice could crack again.

"So high." Taeyhung said as I drank water from a bottle that he had offered me.

I grinned at him. "You can go low." I said.

"-O." He said. "I can."

Yoongi left to eat, and let us use the piano.

I sang Jin a few lines of If You; or at least as much as I could while going as slow as a turtle. Taehyung and Jin gave me some advice, telling me to get more into the music; to feel more, not just to sing. I had to be part of the song, to put myself into that person's shoes. Yeesh. Who knew that singing could become so philosophical? Jin and Taehyung treated me by attempting to sing a few lines of Justin Beiber, which I politely informed them, was not my favorite artist. By politely, I mean I had to force myself not to cover my ears and said: "Ew." But they sang it well. Maybe Jin should impersonate Justin Bieber. I'm sure Justin would get a lot more money, and Jin was much better-looking, anyway.

My voice grew raspy after a time, and after I yawned three times in a span of thirty seconds, Jin decided that I should go eat. It was only six, but at home it was one in the morning. Thanks a lot, Jetlag. He took me to the kitchen and made me rice and chicken, which I ate while trying extremely hard not to faceplant into the food. It was good, but I was very sleepy. I went and brushed my teeth, then headed back to bed. My sweaty clothes from the gym were still there. Oops. I'd get them into the wash by tomorrow. I dressed in grey sweatpants and an old long-sleeved sweater that was the same color. The bottom almost came to my knees, and the sleeves bypassed my fingertips and hung for another two inches. It was a very big sweater.

I let my hair down and brushed it a bit, and then, with memory of this morning's arctic temperatures, pulled on a pair of socks. Practice at six, I remembered Jin saying to me as I left the kitchen. I'd wake up before then. Way before then for sure. But, since I was in bed, and exhausted, my brain decided to have a race of ten thoughts per second. Would Yoongi be up at three again tomorrow? I was hoping that he would, but then he wouldn't get any sleep. How did Jimin see my abs? Why didn't he mention it earlier? Was he flirting with me, or was he just being his weird self? When was I going to meet Jackson and Mark again? Would I ever get better at dancing? I really needed to get a move on in learning Korean. Would I get to go to the gym again tomorrow? I dunno, I was actually really sore.

Eventually, my mind drifted into a state of semi-consciousness, and finally fell into the arms of sleep. I dreamed of Jimin poking fun at me as I did pull-ups, laughing as he poked at my stomach and spoke in Korean about my abs. Jimin transformed into Yoongi, who opened a door and told me he would make ramen for me. The ramen turned into Jin, with whom I baked six cakes, and found a new recipe for chicken soup. I do dream strange, don't I?

**Sorry for the late update!!  A lot of stuff was happening and there was an issue with my Wattpad account. :(  I will update more ASAP!! <3