Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

My First Live Interview

Thank the lord that Namjoon had decided to give me some breathing room as I walked to the kitchen. I stopped by my room quickly to grab my things and then found him waiting at the dining table. I glanced at my phone. 12:07. I was a few minutes late, but whatever.

Namjoon took my notebook and things from me and set them down in front of me as I took the same seat I'd used yesterday. We went through the workpages as I tried to remember the alphabet and some random words that I'd learned from the book. It was slow going, but eventually I remembered most of them and had learned some basic greetings and phrases. Namjoon nodded approvingly as I read through a conversation in the workbook.

"You're going a lot faster than I expected." He said happily.

I grinned up at him and then pulled out my sheet for If You. I went through it quickly, refreshing my memory of the lyrics. Then I began to sing. I felt a little awkward, singing with no lyrics in front of a national idol in a language that I obviously had no experience speaking. It was actually a lot awkward. I got through a piece of the song and then paused, skipping to the chorus. Namjoon watched on, interested, as I finished the chorus and then glanced back up at him.

"That's all I can read at a normal speed." I told him with a nervous laugh.

He nodded at me, smiling. "That was pretty good. Except..."

He proceeded to fix my pronunciation in a few places. I tried copying the shape of his mouth. The 'r's and 'l's were so hard! It took me a minute to realize that I was staring really hard at Namjoon's lips trying to imitate him. I glanced away, flustered. He didn't seem to notice. The hour passed by quickly. After going through If You a second time, he waved goodbye to me and left the kitchen.

I glanced at my watch. I had about an hour before my first interview. Lunch time? I had no idea if I had permission to go wandering around in the kitchen taking food, but I was really hungry. Let's just say that when Bangtan got back here to eat they'd find a bottle of apple juice and some packet of who-knows-what missing. I had no idea what it was, but it tasted good, so... yay! I finished off my bar and then went back to my room to redo my hair for the interview.

To my surprise, there was a lady waiting in front of my door with a bag. I came up behind her and tapped her hesitantly on the shoulder.

"Um..." I said, glancing at her bag and at the pink sweatshirt she was wearing. "Anyeonghaseyo?" I bowed my head a little, unsure of what to do.

"Ah, annyeong!" She said, her whole face lighting up.

I glanced at her, confused. "I do make-up?"

She said, sounding like she was asking a question. I glanced at her bags again and then the realization dawned on me.

"Ohh!" I said. "Oh. Uh...Jusamnida!" I said, opening the door.

As she came into my room I felt relieved that I hadn't gotten too comfortable, since it would look much messier once I did. She sat me down in the chair and took out some brushes and makeup things. I'd never been very interested in makeup. A few friends had done it for me once in awhile, either for fun, or for a school event. I myself had absolutely no talent with it. I'd always felt like the person who would poke my eye out if I was ever trusted with mascara or eyeliner.

The lady began to put BB cream all over my face. She used a brush on my cheeks and then did some eyeliner and mascara. I noticed that all of the skin shades were very pale. She had to use one of the darker ones for my skin. The thought made me feel a little strange. Huh. People here really were pale, weren't they? In a whole, it took her about twenty minutes to finish. She redid my hair, even though I'd just done it, and curled it a little with an iron. She glanced at my clothes, and shrugged. I guess it was okay.