Tzuyu and Me (Tzuyu X Reader)

Chapter 22

JUNGKOOK

"Argh!" I satisfyingly yawned, stretching my arms and smiling to myself. "Today is going to be a fantastic day."

Not fantastic in a traditional sense, since it was still freezing cold outside. My friends and I were protected from the bitter air within the confines of our luxurious bus.

I, Jeon Jungkook, youngest member of world-famous group BTS, was excited to go to a talk show. Not that they aren't always exciting, since they provide with an escape from our busy schedules.

"Hey," I felt Jin tapping me on the shoulder, knocking me out of my inner monologue. "What are you daydreaming about now, huh?"

"Oh," I drew on and chuckled. "Just pumped up for the show we're gonna be on. Not so often you get crossovers."

"Yeah, right," Jin shook his head, holding in a laugh. "You're just happy that you're going to see that girl."

"Girl?" I tried playing dumb. "I see a lot of girls, Jin."

"Not this one, you don't."

"Whatever, man," I laughed.

He wasn't wrong though. You don't just 'see' this girl.

Not Chou Tzuyu.

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Arriving early at the studio, we came across some lucky fans that happened to be passing by.

They asked for our autographs, which we happily signed on their phone cases and whatnot. They wanted to take some selfies too, but our managers told us that enough was enough.

I was a bit disappointed, really. The fans are the reason we do what we do.

Perhaps it's unfair to others that buy tons of our albums just to get a few minutes face-to-face with us.

As soon as we entered the studio, we were greeted by the face of the director. A middle-aged man with spectacles, his height just a little under me.

"Good morning, BTS!" He smiled, showing his white teeth. This was a new director, so I worried how the show would turn out. "So how was your trip here, safe?"

"Yes, director," we said in unison, bowing our heads. Not that I wanted to, but only for the sake of courtesy.

He showed us around the set, an action that I deemed unnecessary, as we have been to the studio more than once, just not under his hands.

The tour was a blur; I hadn't been paying any attention at all to the director.

A script is hardly helpful since I've been to a lot of talk shows, I just need a quick rundown of the activities and I can just, well, talk.

What I don't like about most talk shows, however, is the crew. The audience is meant to believe that the people they are watching are in a room, when in truth we're in this gigantic black studio with a few walls, and a crew of over 30 people just staring at me.

I've gotten used to the pressure and the nerve, but I don't think I'll ever get used to making eye contact with someone in the back who looks like they just want to eat my face off.

We were handed our scripts early, as TWICE apparently ran into some traffic.

I skimmed through the paper, getting the full gist of the activities and questions that would be asked.

The director was talking about how we should stay relaxed, as if that wasn't obvious already.

I waited impatiently for our other guests, bouncing my feet up rapidly with my arms crossed, as they were the only reason I felt excited to go to this talk show.