Shine Seoul City Lights~ A BTS Encounter

Park Ha Joon ;)

I got a text from a random number shortly after my conversation with my mother.

Emma-ya, annyeong! It's Ha Joon. Namjoon-seonbae gave me your number.

My heart skipped a beat and I mentally slapped myself, scolding myself for allowing my heart to do such a thing. I might have actually done so, except my hands were throbbing at the moment. I started typing back, my fingers stiff.

Ha Joon oppa! Chal Chinaseoyo? Thanks so much for yesterday... I probably would have just gone asleep right there if you hadn't walked me home.

As soon as I pressed send, I regretted. Dang it, Emma! It sounded so ridiculous. Oh, great. I made a new contact. "Ha Joon oppa." He texted back immediately.

Haha lol. You did a good job though. He definitely won't want to meet you again.

Kekeke Thanks. I needed someone to practice my aim on.

We continued our conversation for about half an hour. Ha Joon was actually very fun to talk to. He'd grown up in New York for seven years, and then moved to Canada until he was fourteen. He had been a trainee for three years before debuting as D:fy. His group had five members, Fang, Sung Min, Zed, Hae Seong, and himself. They'd been a group for a little less than a year, and would have their first-year anniversary in two months. He was the maknae of his group, meaning that he was the youngest member. The oldest member was Zed, who was 23. His father was a dentist back in Canada, and his mother ran a restaurant. He had a brother that was my age. He would graduate high school next year; he'd needed to skip a semester and had to make it up. Before coming to Korea, he'd done soccer in Canada. He also loved bubble tea.

I was kind of scared for a while because I thought I'd become addicted to it. I thought that it was an actual thing, cuz I was having boba every day for, like, a month.

He made me laugh out loud; something that didn't happen often when I was texting. I updated my instagram and spent a while texting all of my friends back at home. I took a picture of my raw palms and sent it to them. Rip. I wrote, and explained to them what had happened. They reacted exactly as I had expected them to, and I smiled, thinking of Jess, who had probably actually widened her eyes and dropped her mouth open as she read it. I checked the chat with Bangtan after that.

The dance practice room would be taken in the morning, since D:fy had asked Manager Nim if they could schedule some time before doing interviews. They actually seemed a little disappointed about it, and the realization hit me. Of course there would be some competition. These were two groups from the same company. There would be some companionship, but being the two main boy groups of Big Hit, it could result to a sort of cold wall, and maybe even resentment.

The stylists wanted to meet with me to mess around with makeup at 1:00 tomorrow, to find out a style that matched with my concept. Even through all that had happened, my short talk with my mom had made me realize something. I really loved dancing and singing. I loved the korean pop lifestyle. It was hard, complicated, and exhausting, but in some way I loved it. After only four days, it probably wasn't the best thing to say, but so far it was something I liked.

I walked into the kitchen to find Jin cooking again. It was for himself, but he gave me a bowl of some spicy something and rice. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, but it was good. I had some trouble with the spoon, because of my bandage, but I didn't want Jin to give me another sympathetic look. In the beginning, I thought all of the attention wasn't that bad. Or at least, it was normal, but after today, it was a bit uncomfortable. I finished eating and brought the plate to the sink, and then let water run over it.

Jin gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder and then smiled before I left. I felt like I was in a house full of older brothers. I checked my phone just before bed, seeing that someone had texted me. It was Ha Joon.

Emma we have the dance practice room tomorrow morning. If you want you can come and see us for a bit.

I thought for a moment. Okay, I will. I might not stay the whole time though.

That's fine. Cyu then!

For some reason my heart was fluttering. It was an experience that I hadn't felt since my second year in High School. I forced the feeling down, imagining it squishing underneath my foot. No way I felt that way. No freaking way. This guy was going to be a worldwide famous idol in probably less than a year. No way. Uh-uh, Emma. Even though, as I feel asleep, my face coated in some sort of lotion mask, all I could think about were his dark, large eyes and his goofy smile.