"What?" I asked again.
"I am your teacher," Jimin explained to me."Oh my gosh...I'll actually be singing with Jimin!!!" I fangirled a little as he took sheet music and handed one to me.
"Hold that. Start singing: La la la!" He instructed.
"La la la!" I sang awkwardly.
"Nice voice, but try this," he repeated the notes with his angelic voice."Laa~ La~ Laaaa~" I sang with all my heart.
"Oooh, you have sweet voice! Very nice. Sing with me," he started playing the song "Spring Day" and I looked at the notes. Since I couldn't sing the lyrics, I just sang the song with "ah" and we harmonized with a melody I never forgot."Jimin!!!" I heard a voice call out and someone came running in. He started talking in Korean and I didn't catch a word of what he said. Jimin got up from the chair and started conversing with him. I was sitting awkwardly on a stool nearby. Waiting. I took this time to examine the man. He was wearing a black letterman jacket with dark red jeans and white converse. He had dark red hair.
He was tall, at least, taller than me (I'm 5"3) and he seemed to be well built. Not too fat or thin, definitely on the thinner side.Finally, he turned around. I immediately recogized him as J-hope. I greeted him and he gave me the same smile that I've seen on tv so many times.
"Hello, I'm your hope, J-hope," I shook his hand (which was very warm and clean) and he seemed to be in a rush after he talked to Jimin. He left abruptly after that and said, "work hard," before he left."What was that about?" I asked.
"No worries. He has..problem," I nodded. "Want to...continue?" He asked.
"Sure. I don't know what I'm supposed to learn, though. I've already learnt how to sing," he shook his head at me. Honestly, seeing that broke my heart a little.
"You learn how to control voice," he explained. I nodded my head. "You breathe," he showed me how he did it before singing and I nodded again. I repeated and he clapped while giving me a thumbs up.
_______________________"Hey, I will go to restroom, you stay here and look at notes," Jimin quickly ran out of the room. While I was alone, a couple girls who were probably long-term trainees came from dance practice.
They were wearing numbers on their shirts, and wearing athletic outfits. They passed by, but some saw me and stopped by the door.
"Do you need something?" I asked in perfect English.
"No, but you look like you're slacking off," A girl wearing a hot pink tank top with matching shoes and shorts answered back in English."Well, I have been working hard,"
"How long?" She asked. A couple other girls wearing similar themes surrounded her now, laughing and giggling on the sides.
"Excuse you?" I stood up from my stool.
"You heard me. We have been working 4 hours. We were learning a dance for 2 hours and then practicing for the next 2. What have you been doing? Sitting in a sad little practice room by yourself...with no group. And you're a trainee too, right? Don't you have a group to go to, (Rookie) ?"I started walking to the stupid girl.
"What exactly is the name of your group?" I asked.
"Porsh-A. Ever heard of it? We are becoming quite famous," I smirked."Well, Port-a-potty, I will get back to working like how I was before you rudely interrupted me and I'll have you know 4 hours in the studio is nothing compared to the 6 hours I had to spend in 2 1/2 inch thick heels for a show choir competition and a prickly dress that had wires digging into my sides simultaneously while in an auditorium with 1,000 other people. So sweetie, don't come crawling back to me after a measly 4 hours when I've literally been through hell while doing show choir. I've spent at least 4 years of my life doing dance rehearsals like that every weekend and sometimes, they last about 6 hours,"
I smiled at her sarcastically and as I was about to shut the door, Jimin returned. I let him in and said,"Besides, I've got the power of God and BTS on my side," I finished rudly. I shut the door as she scoffed and made a nasty face before walking away. There were other girls draped around the windows trying to get a good view of Jimin, but I shut the blinds so they couldn't see us.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
"I'm doing better than ever," I smiled and nodded.
"You know what, we worked hard. Let's go," he took me by surprise and closed the music.
"Go where?" I asked. I was quite happy that Jimin was actually dragging me somewhere with him.
"Tour. Remember, I am your guide," he opened his arms.
"Jimin," I tapped his shoulder.
"What?" His smile changed quickly.
"Fans...outside," I pointed to the closed Windows and the banging and yelling outside."Bad security. Let's go thIs way," he took my hand and I held on tight with a goofy grin on my face, and he showed me a secret doorway that led straight outside. "Isn't that great?" He asked. He pulled me down to the ground and we fell on the soft grass together.
"Yeah, but you're crazy," I booped his nose again.
"Aish, Stop it!" When he said that, he realized his mistake.
"How do you spell that? S-T-O-P..." I started.
"I-T," he finished. He started tickling me, and I started rolling around. We were laughing so hard.We collected ourselves and Jimin was the first to stand up. He extended his hand and I grabbed it. We made our way to his car. I didn't know he had one.
"Don't you need a disguise?" I asked.
"No, people will know who I am faster with mask," I nodded in understanding.
"Ready?" He asked.
"That depends, can I please speak to my manager?" I asked jokingly."Sorry for the delay, miss. Welcome to Park Jimin....first stop: Shopping,"
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The Eighth Member • A BTS Fanfic (Jimin x Reader/oc)
Fanfiction"The group I want to be in...more than anything...promise me I can be in that group," I slowly started. "Okay, just name your pick! We can arrange anything for you," "Let me join BTS," ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• One small change: from now on...