Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Concept Shopping With Boys

The two ladies from yesterday met up with us in front of some sort of mall. It was not that different from other malls in California, but this one seemed to just be stores with clothes. I blinked stupidly as we passed a huge wall with mirrors. The whole place was bustling, and here I was, little seventeen-year-old me, being trailed by two very fashionable ladies, and Bangtan Sonyeondan. What. A. Sight.

They weren't going to spend a lot of time with us, just enough to figure out a basic concept. I don't know why it was such a huge deal, but I guess it had to fit well with Bangtan's concept right now. Hmm. I wonder what I'd perform.

The women ushered me into one of the shops, and I noticed Bangtan pulling up face masks and fixing glasses that hadn't seemed to exist a second ago. The shop was mid-sized and filled with shelves and racks of clothing. I waded my way through rainbow colors and trailing sleeves, trying my best to follow the two women, which I had learned from Namjoon Oppa were named Park Yoon Ha and Kim Ae Ra. I wasn't sure how to address them, so I just called them "excuse me".

I noticed a cameraman following us with a large camera and a microphone. "Excuse me" were pulling clothing from every which way, like they had been yesterday. I wondered why they weren't just using the same clothes as they had been yesterday, and why we weren't in the changing rooms back at the studio, but the answer was lost to me. I tried on a wide range of clothes in the next three hours. Most of which, Bangtan ended up not even having an opinion on. The one thing they said "probably not" to was one of the outfits similar to the 'sexy' concept that I had tried yesterday. They did seem to like the punk style on me, thank God, and also a more tomboyish style. One thing about these outfits; they were all-out. You always went 100% on whatever outfit it was.

I used the money Manager Hobeom had sent me, and I ended up buying $270 worth of clothing for the three stage appearances. They were all pretty comfortable, thanks to Bangtan agreeing that I didn't perfectly fit the 'cute' or or 'sexy' style. I ended up going with a punk/girl-crush kind of style, one that was actually kinda cool.

The first outfit had a pair of skinny jeans, that seemed to consist of more hole than jean. It was ripped all up the front. The material was kind of stretchy, which was probably the only reason I had agreed to wear it. It was kind of sky azul color. The shirt that was supposed to go with it was black with rows of glittery black sequins along the collar and up and down the sleeves. It was super shiny. The shirt was kind of long, reaching a little less than halfway down my thighs, and made of a thin, flowing material. Holes had been cut in the sleeves in a line down the side. It looked as though someone had taken a pair of scissors and cut a slit down the side, and then stitched it together at three-inch intervals. The cuffs were fit snugly around my wrists and were colored a bloodred. I could borrow the studded combat boots from the studio. I had also bought a pair of black fingerless gloves made of some sort of fake leather, which, like my boots, also had studs.

The second had me wearing a pair of black mini shorts with a large studded belt. I was wearing a red bomber jacket and a loose white T-shirt. I would wear my Adidas sneakers from my room and a choker from the studio. I wasn't sure about the choker, since I'd never really worn one, but I guess it couldn't be too bad.

The last outfit was the one I was least comfortable with. All of these were uncomfortable to an extent, but this one... The makeup ladies kept telling me I needed to go more all-out. So, with reluctance, I agreed. I would wear black skinny jeans, which were ripped at the knees. There was a thick black belt with a large silver hoop in the front. I was fine with that part. I would be wearing the studded combat boots again. I would also have a sort of bicep band that they had back in the studio. I had yet to see it though. I had also bought a pair of black fingerless gloves made of some sort of fake leather. However, for this one, I'd be wearing my fear... a crop top. It might not even have qualified as a crop top, it was so short. It was a metallic silver and surpassed the length of my bra by, like, three inches. It didn't have any sleeves. Over that I'd be wearing some sort of...net shirt. It was similar to what I'd had to put on as pants yesterday, except it was like a sweater... just... a net.