A Burning Passion

Part 3: The First Meeting

"Come on in Park Jimin!" RM hyung's voice boomed like a lion's roar. To the point where I flinched and nearly tripped. My legs were quivering violently and I began to hyperventilate. 

It had almost been 10 minutes since I started to walk around in circles almost expecting for it to help me return to my tranquil state of mind. Instead, it turned into an unexploded mine.

What will I Do? What will I say? What will they think of me?

Anxiously, doubtful questions began ringing in my ears like an annoying alarm clock, but it was something I had to overcome. It was my choice. I sighed as I braced myself for the bumpy ride ahead...

As I strolled into the practice room with a somewhat calm composure, I could see a cluster of warm friendly smiles welcoming me in. Except for the boy who was slouching against the wall, his coal, black hair gracefully being flicked to the side. His deep, brown eyes rolling like beads as he placed his first glances on me. At that moment, I could almost feel him scanning me from head to toe, like waves crashing onto the shore- I could feel a whole tsunami of disappointment .

For a few seconds an awkward silence hung in the air.  

RM hyung cleared his throat, an obvious hammer to shatter the silence, and laughed dryly with no trace of humour.

"Now that Jimin has shown himself, let's begin our formal introduction."

The disappointed boy sluggishly dragged himself to the other members, with an apparent frown set on his face.

"Hello, we are the bulletproof boys Bangtan Sonyeondan!" they all exclaimed, even the one who seemed to despise my presence. I felt a small prick of joy.

Almost like an admirer, I was tempted to observe their different styles.

"Hi, I'm your hope. I'm your angel. I'm J-hope!" Bright green eyes regarded my presence there. As he began scruffily ruffling his glowing red hair; it was almost like an ember, sparking light into the room. I could make out small snorts  behind me at his remarks. As a normally quite reserved person, I smiled back meekly, before my lack of social skills kicked and I quickly set my gaze down to the floor.

Suddenly I felt a sharp sting of guilt, and cursed myself under my breath.

"Hey don't worry we're not Medusa! Well except maybe Jungkook...By the way I'm Suga."

A small hand gently patted my back. As I looked back up, I stared right back to see a gummy smile, which was quite ironic for someone with such a mature presence. Immediately I set my gaze upon his ocean blue hair; peaceful and beautiful yet still so powerful and aggressive.

Jungkook, who I assumed was the one still groaning, glared at Suga hyung for a moment before he muttered something inaudible to himself. Suga hyung, nodded a to me, perhaps signalling to me a message of: don't worry he's always like that, before casually turning to return to J-hope's side, who was still  beaming at me.