As I unpack in my new apartment I blare out my favourite music, as loud as possible.
I do live in an apartment where other people live, and there are other apartments close by, but I don't care, dancing, singing and twirling around the room is the only way to unpack.
My name is Y/n and I have just moved into my first home after leaving Australia for America.
The reason why, is a whole other story that I don't wish to say.
It may be the only story I have that I won't tell, even if I'm drunk.
The flat I have is small and vintage in its own right.
It smells slightly of bong water and weed but that's nothing tea and exesive amounts of flavored candles can't fix!
It has one bedroom and one bathroom, both of which are small but the kitchen is big and so is the lounge room.
It's perfect for me!
I add my own touches to my new home like multicoloured fairy lights around my four post bed and Polaroid pictures on string on a feature wall in the lounge, as well as my books and bookshelves that takes up a whole wall in my bedroom.
After I finish, I take a shower, desperate to relax after a whole day of cleaning and dancing around.
I realise my music has been playing all day, full boar.
I'm glad the landlord doesn't live here but they did mention other residents living beneath me, but apparently they are barely ever around. Or, more precisly, the landlord hasn't seen then in forever...
As I'm drying my hair, I hear a knock on my door.
"Coming!" I shout as I throw the towel into the bath room and run to the door, not turning down my music an inch.
I open the door without knowing who to expect, I have no family in America and I have no friends yet.
Despite all that, I open the door and when I do I come face to chest with a tall and handsome man.
His brown hair is styled neatly, but like he hasn't put much effort in.
When he sees me he gives me a friendly smile, exentuating his cute dimples on each side of his face
"Hi," his voice is deep and mellow, an American accent but clearly from Korea. Hot. "I just came to welcome you, I live downstairs with my friends. I heard your music, figured I'd say hi."
He looks kind and speaks with a wise air surrounding him, but something about him is keeping me on edge.
I know better than to fall for something just for its beauty.
I smile a closed mouth smile.
"Thank you for the welcome! Can I ask how many of you there are living down stairs? Just in case I want to bake you boys some biscuits."
I give him a smirk, showing that I'm only partly joking, and offer my hand for him to shake.
He returns my smirk with a small chuckle and shakes my hand, it's a good handshake, one of a business man, or someone who makes a lot of deals...
"There are seven, including me; Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung Jungkook and myself."
He let's go of my hand and I lean against the door frame.
"And your name is..?" I say, waiting for the answer.
He pulled a surprised face that's honestly pretty cute.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise I didn't introduce myself! I'm Kim Namjoon, but please just call me Namjoon. And your name is?"
I smile and look to the ground.
"L/n. Y/n L/n. "
He gives me a smile, one of which I don't know how to take, there is something I can't name behind his eyes...
"That's a really beautiful name."
I bow my head in thanks.
"Well I should get going, but Jin says he would like to invite you to dinner tomorrow, but only if you agree. Their English isn't great, even if we did move here from Korea five years ago. They may test your patients... But will you have dinner with us?"
I smile and give off a small laugh, the truth is, I'm fluent in Korean, Japanese, Indonesian, Italian and French and some other languages.
But there's no need for him to know that early, I'd rather surprise them.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, tell Jin I'm thankful for the invitation and can't wait to meet him and the rest!"
Namjoon nods and waves goodbye as he ventures of down to his own place and I walk back in and close the door.
I close my eyes a sigh heavily and make my way to the kitchen.
It's nine o'clock and I figure it will be Okay for me to just have ramen cup before I go to bed. I nod to myself and go to get a ramen cup from the cupboard before realising I don't have any food.
I sigh again and call an uber to take me to the nearest Walmart so that I can feed myself, cursing myself for remembering everything except my life blood; food.
When my Uber gets here, I'm glad to find out that there's a Walmart that's just ten minute walk away.
That means I can save money on Uber travel, at least when it comes to groceries.
I get out and pay the Uber before thanking him for the ride.
I walk up and down the isles picking up whatever I think will sustain me until I find a steady job in this new world of New York.
But as I get to the holy grail -the ramen- my favourite flavour is on the top shelf and I'm not the tallest girl.
I thank myself for wearing jeans instead of a skirt as I reach up on my tipy toes to reach the cylinder containers.
I strain myself to be as tall as I possibly can, but it's no use.
Just as I'm about to give up, somebody tall comes up behind me, grabbing the ramen with ease and passing it down to me.
He gives my a boxy smile, making him look very boyish and handsome.
"Do you want me to get more for you, Miss?"
His English is choppy and he has a thick accent but his pronounciation is very good and his deep voice is very attractive.
He runs his hand through his messy brown hair and I bow to him, deciding to make this conversation easier for him, I speak in Korean.
"If you could please grab me five more of these, it would be greatly appreciated!"
I give him a kind smile and he gives me a surprised look before handing me the rest of the ramen.
"Thank you so much, I'm truly grateful."
I give him another smile and bow to him.
"Don't mention it!"
He continues to say in English.
He seems like he still wants to learn English as best he can, taking any opportunity to speak in the native tounge.
He looks like he is going to say something else before another Korean man -shorter, who looks like he could use a nap with hair dyed mint green-comes in from the next isle over and calls to him in butcherd English.
"Taehyung! It's time we go!"
His voice sounds like it would be very calming if he wasn't yelling into a Walmart isle.
The boy I just met called Taehyung raises his hand a shouts that he with be there soon, calling the other man Suga.
'Suga' gives me a look up and down but looks generally interested.
Taehyung turns back to me, giving me a big boxy smile.
"I hope to see you soon!"
We bow to each other and he runs off to Suga who is already at the cashier.
When he gets there he gives me one last smile before helping Suga with the bags.
I continue down the isles thinking that I might just find my home here, maybe...
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Prize of the Gang War - a BTS fan fiction
FanfictionY/n moves to a new apartment in America for reasons that hurt her too much to explain. Just below her are seven attractive men who have secret motives and a strong family bond. Both are mysterious, both have secrets to keep hidden, no matter what...
