Age Is Just a Number

Come In

We arrive back at my house. BTS and Jada are all stuffed into the limousine that my mom let me use. Thank god her new husband is rich. I've never been more thankful. When we pull into the driveway BTS all look at my home with wide eyes. "You live here?" They all ask in unison. I laugh. "Yeah." I reply. Jada looks between us in confusion and I tell her what we were talking about in Japanese. "Aisha, how many languages do you speak?" Jimin asks me. I think about it. "I'm fluent in Korean, Spanish, Japanese, French, and Ukrainian." I reply. Their eyes widen at that. "At the moment I'm in the process of learning Mandarin, Vietnamese, and Portuguese." I tell them. Taehyung opens the door and we all file out. I lead them to the front door and open them. Everyone stares in awe at the interior of my house. "Why is your house so huge, Aisha?" Jungkook asks me. I smile. "There's only two people living here but we sometimes have guests of many kinds so we prefer having much more extravagant home." I reply. They all nod and I show them to the guest room. There is a crystal chandelier in the center of the room, a queen sized bathroom, and several smaller bedrooms scattered around the large room. "This is the guest room." I tell them. "Wha! It's so nice!" Taehyung says. I smile heartily. "Thank you." I respond. He looks over at me. "You're welcome." He says, with his signature rectangle smile. I look over at Jada who's drooling over Jimin. Jimin's quietly admiring the room and Jada stands behind him drooling over how good he looks in person. I walk over to her. "Talk to him." I whisper in her ear. Her face goes crimson red. "I can't do that." She whispers back. Good thing we both traveled to Japan and were forced to learn Japanese or RM would've understood every word. "Agh!" I let out quietly. I walk up to Jimin and stand on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. He looks a bit startled at first but then he realizes it's only me. "Can you talk to my friend?" I ask him in Korean. I stand normally. He looks down at me. "Yeah." He says nodding. He walks over to her and she looks at me. "Why?" She mouths over at me. I wink at her and walk over to Suga. "How am I so casual with you guys?" I ask him. He looks at me. "I don't know. You're the first chill fan girl I've met since we started BTS." He tells me. I nod in understanding. "Well I had a feeling you guys were tired of hearing young girls screaming for you." I reply. He chuckles. "Yeah." Suga says. I laugh. He looks down at me with a small smile. "Your laugh is so adorable." He says. I blush and look away. "Shut up, idiot. What do you know?" I reply. He laughs. "I knew you liked me." He says. I look up at him in panic, my face crimson red now. "No, no! I don't like you! Not in that sense anyways. We're just friends.... right?" I stutter. He sighs and looks at the chandelier. "Yes, we're friends." He laughs. I look away with a pout. Idiot.