Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Meet D:fy

I woke the next morning at 5:30 and found a bag outside my door. Inside were multiple skincare bottles, and some makeup. I took it with me and tried to figure out how to use them. Two were for use before bed, and one was a cleanser. Another one was a skin refresher for the mornings. Did I really have to use all this stuff? I pulled out the makeup and started messing around a bit. There was lipstick (which, thankfully I knew how to use). It was a very natural color, so I felt comfortable with it. There was also mascara, which I knew how to use. I used a curler and then put the mascara on. It was the first time I'd put makeup on myself since a performance two months ago. I didn't touch anything else, afraid that I'd do something ridiculous.

I dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a plain white T-shirt. I wore an olive green jacket that I'd brought from home, and my white adidas. Then, I pulled out my phone to check the group chat with everyone. There had been quite a few texts last night. I summarized them in my head. We were all meeting in the dance practice room in the morning, but this time it was to figure stuff out for the concert. I'd join in part of their songs, dancing and singing, and then I'd do a few cover songs. We had to figure out which songs, and whether or not I was doing a cover song with one of the members. I had to figure out how to do dances and when to come in.

Staring at the bathroom mirror, I tied my hair up in a high ponytail and braided it down my back. When I got back to the room, I checked the time. I had an hour until the meeting. From another envelope, I found that we had a group interview that would probably only last less than an hour right after the dance practice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my Korean notebook sitting on my desk, and thought back to the pages of music I'd written. I picked it up and flipped to the back to stare at the music. I'd already forgotten what it had sounded like, so I headed to the room with the piano that I'd seen my first full day here. I pulled open the door and sat down at the piano, which was a plain brown. The notes flew across my fingers and into the piano. I thought back to all the songs I'd heard. Was this a song that I'd made up? I pulled up an app on my phone that could name music. My father had gotten it for me when he had bought me the phone. I played a phrase of the music, but it came up with no matches. Maybe this was really something that I'd come up with!

I continued to work on the piece, adding more and more notes until I'd finished the first chorus, which I was really happy with. It was an emotional-sounding song, and the chorus was very simple, which left me room to manipulate my voice more. I glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes left. I closed the piano and headed to the dance practice room. Wow. There were already quite a few people in there. I saw at least five figures dancing. It was a song that I didn't recognize. Why did so many of Bangtan decide to come to practice so early?

My notebook tucked between my elbow and my body, I pulled open the heavy door and walked in. The music was much louder, and I stopped with a start, still holding the handle of the door, squinting.

I didn't recognize a single face.

Yes, I was sure. They were all boys, all dancing, but none of them was Bangtan. Was I mistaken? I looked for Yoongi oppa, who was the one of the first ones I'd learned to recognize. And where was Namjoon? They all seemed to notice me after a moment, which was no surprise since my reflection was shown clearly on the front mirror. The song ended with a huge drum noise, and I almost jumped out of my shoes. Who were these people? Why were they in Bangtan's dance studio? Were they another idol group?

The room became quiet after the song ended, and they all turned to see who I was. My face flushed. Why was I so embarrassed?! I didn't even know who they were. I bowed low, something that I'd gotten used to doing.