100 Days With BTS

~Chapter 7~

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

You all squished into the Namjoon's Honda CR-V with much difficulty and a lot of "OW"ing. Finally, you managed to be flattened into a human sized pancake between the worldwide handsome eomma Jin and the alien Taehyung (JK, I can so relate to TaeTae).

Even though Jin was good at flipping pancakes at home, you didn't want to turn into one too. After two eternities of driving, you all made it to the studio at last. You hopped out of the car, breathing heavily because Taehyung and Jin were cutting off your oxygen supply for the whole ride.

"Hi Yomi-san," greeted Rapmon to a woman in her early twenties as he stepped into the building, the seven of you trailing behind him. They led you down a series of twisting and turning hallways.

Upon seeing the confused expression on your face, Suga laughed and said, "Don't worry, Jimin still has a long time finding his way around here. This place reminds me of Maze Runner." Your face eased at this comfort from Yoonmin.

He was usually the silent one. You finally reached a wide room with the words "BTS" carved into the beautiful birch door. The walls of the practice room were ivory white and the wooden floor gave it the effect of a comforting home in the woods.

They met with the dance instructor, Mrs Park. "Hello, boys. Who's this beautiful young lady here?" You had a reflex sense to look behind you but J-Hope's voice cut you off short. "Her name's (L/N) (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Mrs Park."

You greeted Mrs Park warmly. "And it's nice to meet you too. Now, if you wouldn't mind, please wait there for them to finish with their choreography session." To the guys, she said, "Today, we would be learning a few new moves for your performance in July."

J-Hope groaned in response. "Which song?" he asked tiredly. "(Random BTS Song), (Random BTS Song), (Random BTS Song)...." she counted off her bony fingers. Suga slouched and covered his face with his right palm.

"C'mon, get to work, lazybones!" Mrs Park yelled, waking Suga from his drowsy state. As you watched them, you twirled your fingers in your hair according to the beat, occasionally laughing at one of them for messing up the dance.

In the end, you managed to pick up a few moves and shimmied all the way to the car. Rapmon gave you one look and said, "Dongsaeng, you make us look like penguins in the Sahara dessert." "Says the guy who has a twig stuck in his hair," you said.

You were right, a twig had gotten caught in Namjoon's hair and Jin was trying to pry it out of his hair. "Let me have a go, my pins get caught in my hair all the time." Jin gave you a lift on his shoulders because you were only 5'4. 

You untangled the twig in no time. "Thanks (Y/N)," said Namjoon appreciatively, smoothing out his messy hair. You hopped into the car (getting flattened again) and drove to the BTS favourite, Panda Express. 

"Whoop whoop!" You punched your fist in the air as Jungkook cheered happily. "WAIT!" Jin suddenly yelled. "What?" everyone except Jin asked in unison. "Finish a litre of water first or nobody, not even you (Y/N), gets a Panda Express meal for lunch.

You rolled your eyes. Thanks so much, eomma! You finally managed to make me feel like a kid again. All of you quickly chugged down a litre of water each and stepped inside hungrily. A waitress took the order and set you all up with what you ordered.

Jimin payed for everything and you all thanked him profusely. He shrugged, "No biggie." 

You all got back into the car, exhausted but happy because each of you got your fill.

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So, how was it? I apologise for not updating lately, but I've been super busy.  If we can get up to 50 views in a day for this chapter, I promise I'll try to make updates faster. See ya!

🎵Melody