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

Chapter 8

"Aish, why does she yell so much, Jiminie-pabo?" I heard Suga's voice for the first time live. And somehow, I understood everything he just said.
"Hyung! Don't call me that," And I understood what Jimin said.
"Did you just speak English?" I asked, unsure of what was going on.
"No, we speaku Korean," he told me.

"That's weird. I just understood what you said," I replied.
"Can you understand if I say this?" I nodded my head slowly.
"What's going on? Is this some sort of joke? She doesn't know how to speak Korean? What sort of K-pop idol is she?" I heard Suga speak again.
"She's not an idol yet. She's still a trainee," Jimin spoke up for me.

"Hello, I'm Min-Ji. I'm from America. I hope one day, I can join Bangtan," I put on a brave smile and Suga stuck his hand out.
"Nice to meet you," he shook my hand. He looked at Jimin and pointed at the other room. I think he caught onto my little 'situation.'

I decided to make myself comfortable in my new home. I sat down on the couch which was a beautiful shade of white, with a zebra-striped blanket draped over it, along with two decorative pillows. The walls were also a shade of plain white and a painting of a dining table I recognized from 'Blood, Sweat, and Tears' was hanging from the wall next to the couch. There were two steps down from the kitchen into the living room. And the whole setup was huge. Two big windows with blinds were on the back wall, completed with a fireplace and a gaming system. It looked like an Xbox. There was a bookcase and some beanbag chairs next to it as well.

I thought I was dreaming, because the number of books on the shelves were overwhelming–And most of them were in English! I knew only one person could've been able to decipher it–RM!!! I fangirled at the sight, but I had to stay strong or I would've scared them away. Starting from the next person I met.

"Hello!" I was woken from my trance by a handsome man who I recognized instantly.
"J-hope!!!" I perked up like a puppy.
"The one and only," he smiled.
"Oh, you remember me?" I asked curiously.
"Of course! I never forget army faces," I smiled even more at his broken English. How can grown men be this cute?!
"I'm guessing Jimin filled you in," I sighed.
"Yeah, I know you are staying here because you are training to be in Bangtan," he sat down next to me.
"By the way, did you meet your manager at all today?" I asked.

"Nope. Manager hyung didn't even call yet," I checked the time.
"Well it is only 4:00," I yawned.
"Are you tired?" He asked.
"Who me? Noooo, I think the time difference is killing me, that's all," I refused to sleep. he shook his head.
"You have to take care of yourself, silly. An idol needs to be in good health," he ranted. I half smiled.
"Thanks, J-hope," I sat up straight.

"Hyung, I heard what happened, where's Jimin?!" We turned at the sudden voice and footsteps. I stood up as they got closer. It suddenly stopped.

That was probably because I was face-to-face with none other than BTS' V.