BTS and Me

Chapter 3: Suga's world

It's Sunday morning. I woke up from my slumber, definitely in my unconscious state. My mind was awake but my body in a slump. I rolled around in a sushi formation to find myself trapped in between the thick blanket.

I slowly opened my eyes, a ray of sunshine struck me in the pupils, that I have to cover my eyes with my right palm. "Where am I?" I thought to myself still hadn't realised I was in my own bedroom. Pink walls with a polished empty desktable at one corner which will be filled up with my possession sooner or later. Turning my head to the rectangular shape window with a slight translucent curtain. I stood up from my comfy bed,still in my sushi rolled blanket and walk towards the window to get a closer view of the outside world.

"My, this is sightly." I stared down the street below me. Tiny people were seen roaming around like ants. Some were holding bright paperbags, some were running around and playing in the grassy field. Some were busy looking at their phones and shifting themselves away from reality. Moving away from the people, I see buildings of bricks and cements, all clustered together. Housewives were hanging out laundry. Husbands were reading the morning paper. Children were busy sleeping at this hour.

Then I remembered yesterday's conversation with Yoongi oppa, he said something about his studio and wanted to show me. I pushed back my hair in a slow motion and felt something oily. I let go and brought my palm to my nose. Oh lord, my hair smells like cooking sesame oil! *I better soak myself with hot water and lots and lots of shampoo or I will reek like a high school jock*
I scrambled towards the bathroom which is..outside my damn room! Oh no I look like a monster that slept through years and finally woke up to hunt for preys.
"Ok, (y/a), you have one job, and that is to get out of this room without being noticed by anyone." "On the count of 3,
1,

2,

3!!

I ran as fast as I could towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. Wait, it's occupied?! Nonono, please don't be one of them, it can be Mr Bang, nono abeoji, but not one of the BTS member!!! No, first I have to hide, hide hide hide... My room! Better dash again.

As I turn to the other direction of my foot, a click of the bathroom door sounded. I immediately froze, my eyes dilated, I can sense the tension creeping into my mind."Oh, hey there!" (some korean language that I apparently know)

*oh, hey there?...what?! This person knows me? How?what?when?why?who?* * That's not important, the most crucial thing is who in the world is this person that knows me and sees me in this state*

I slowly turned around and faced to my horror it was not the boys. Whew..
"Oh, good morning abeoji," I said with a beaming smile. He touched my forehead and flinched a little, bet it was really oily. "You should take a shower, didn't Yoongi said he wanted to meet you today?" I nodded my head under his his small palm. And quickly rushed into the bathroom. I gave a sighed of relieve again. *Thank god it was not one of them*

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Moments later, I am at this big apartment with many rooms in it. There were a huge tv set with dual functions, luxurious dining table and sofas both in the colour of baige and lined with sparkling gems. I walked down the hallway, feeling small and enchanted at the same time. "You should go to Suga's mini studio, it is located down that hallway." Namjoon oppa said to me. "I wonder how did you speak such great english?"I said, curousity peaking me.
"Oh, I self-taught myself, it was pretty easy, I even have to teach the other boys, sometimes I feel like exploding whenever they talk in english."
I laughed at his experience with the guys and then went ahead to yoongi oppa studio.

I saw a sign in front, it was written in english, *press the doorbell, musician undergoing a masterpiece*
I pressed my lips, not wanting to smile at this ridiculous sign.
I pressed the doorbell and then I heard footsteps as it was coming near the door. The door open to Yoongi this time with his black hoodie on, he said "annyeong, dakong" which mean peanut. He gave me that nickname because I'm small for a 14 year old.

He brought me into his studio and wow-ed me with the equipments he installed. He had many computer screens, each one with weird markings and lines, which I believe was something I learnt back when I was in my old town as a student. Was it garage band? Anyways, he a piano next to his mini sofa. Kinda relaxing, and I like that.

He handed me a few scripts which have notes written on it. Hmm, I could the play the notes. He watched me as I go through the panels of keyboards. Each key producing a beautiful sound. I ended it with confidence. I haven't played like this for a long time. I felt alive again.

After my entrance, he applauded for me. And he said that he actually produced the music that I had just played. (just guessing what he just said) I'm not surprise as he had such a nice interior to make a miracle piece.

He smiled at me as I stared at the score longer as I reminised the past. I hope by staying here I could create a new phase of life.

Author's note: Sorry, I guessed it has been long for you guys to await this chapter as I have been busy and did not quite coped with the current time to work on this story. Those who stayed and waited for this chapter. I am so thankful for that. And those who didn't well, you can read the other wonderful stories created by great wattpad authors. Hope you guys have a nice day. Peace.