The Eighth Member • A BTS Fanfic (Jimin x Reader/oc)

Chapter 5

"Where is he?" I asked, just as I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"RYight hErE," I heard in broken English. I turned around suddenly, hearing the all too familiar voice.
"Jimin?! Park Jimin? I think I might faint. Yayyayayay thanks for being you, I l o v e you, goodness I'm dying," he gave me a confused look.

I coughed. "I mean what brings you here? Are you my guide for the day?" He shook his head. I bowed my head in shame.
"I am your guide EvEryday," I smiled at him.
"Can I do something that I've always wanted to do when I met you?" I asked him. He gave me another side-eyed look and nodded.

I slowly brought my finger close to his face. Before I could react, I had it on his nose. "Boop," I felt my face turning bright red.
"Aishhhhhhhhhhh," Jimin suddenly jumped away from me, covering his nose and his face had a red tint.

"Sorry, did I surprise you? Sorry, I'm a huge fan and I literally needed that. (So c u t e)" I smiled again, happier than ever. I was standing in the same place as my bias, within hand's reach. I wanted to grab him and smuggle him back to America but I needed to control myself. It was only for a month anyway, And we would soon see each other everyday after I proved myself to Bangtan.

"Nevermind, iT's okay. Let's go?" I gave Jimin a thumbs up as he grabbed my hand. I found myself blushing again. This man was hurting me and I forgot that I was a little child compared to him with a six year difference. I ignored my heart's fluttering as we got into a car. The driver took us to where we needed to be and we didn't have to intervene.

"I have a question," I raised my hand awkwardly. Jimin looked my way and his eyes said, "I'll answer it," I continued, "so don't you have an important job to do as a member of BTS?" I asked.
"What...do yOu mean?" He asked.

"I mean, don't you have somewhere to be like at rehearsal or something?" I replied. I suddenly got lost in his soft brown eyes and his pink...soft lips.
"No...RM and Yoongi take care. Me and the group..free. I want hElp you," his broken English somehow made him even more cuter.
"I get it. Thank you. I've just been a fan of yours for a while so meeting you feels like a dream," I smiled and looked down, embarressed.

"You are joking? Meeting you is the dream," I pointed to myself at his words.
"M-me? No way....I'm just a simple girl. I'm nothing and you're everything," he shook his head aggressively and stared at me with an angry expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked with a bit of pain in my voice.

"You are everything, I am nothing. I love your...style," I recognized his line. Well, I applauded him for using his English correctly.
"Don't say you're nothing. How about we compromise? Let's say we're both important. How's that sound? So we're not nothing," I offered.
"NOT nothing?" I nodded.
"Everything," he smiled at me, and made my heart melt once more.
"Everything," I smiled to myself and looked out the window.

-------TIMESKIP------

After reaching the studio, Jimin was the first to get out and he helped me out of the car. I looked at the giant studio and almost fainted. It was huge, but Jimin had told me it was actually one of the smallest he had visited. He told me where most of the other members would be hanging out, and sure enough, Jungkook was right where Jimin pointed out. He was sitting on a bench right in front of the building.

"Kookie!!!" Was the only word I recognized and since there were no subtitles in real life, I couldn't understand a single word except for when he said hi to me.
"Hello. Sorry, I can't speak Korean yet," I bowed.
"A foreigner? What's she doing here? She can't make it here if she can't understand us," is what his words seemed to translate to. After trying to study on the plan, I only picked up a couple phrases. He may be a total softie, but he was rude that day. After he said that, I angrily sped away.

How could an idol say something like that? The nerve of that guy! And to think I also had a crush on him and was bias wrecked at the same time. After I went into the building, Jimin followed me in.
"No no, he didn't mean..."

"I know what he said. I managed to pick up that much. I didn't know Jungkook could be a jerk like that," Jimin shook his head and waved his hands.
"He means 'we should help her adjust and she won't learn without proper help.' He was saYing nice thing," I smiled.
"Thank you, Jimin. Now about the room...?"
"You will be staying with us," he replied like it was completely normal.
"Ok. Wait..what?! I can't handle it! Bags! Who will take those?" I asked.

"Manager assistant," he replied and went to the front desk.
"Gee..." I followed him and got checked in to the system.
"Let me see Schedule," he took the paper from my hands after I found it from my bag.
"Korean, dancing, productions, singing. Easy to remember," I told him.
"Let's go,"

_______after dancing

Jimin handed me a water bottle.
"Thanks," I said, while breathing heavily.
"No problem. Good job. You work hard," I smiled. His English seemed to improve.
"I'm glad that you get to stay with me through all of the classes so I'm not alone, you know, it has always been my dream to sing with you one day," he smiled and extended his arms.

"That dream will come true today!" He brightly smiled again. My heart turned into a pile of goo.
"Time for productions," he got up and pulled me up.
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"What song do you wanna sing?" I looked around the empty room.
"Don't I have to take the class first?" I asked.
"You are," he looked at me.
"What do you mean? Wait are you..?"

"Welcome to singing class. I am teacher Jimin,"