Rising In Success BTS x Reader

Chap. 1 (Maybe a Prologue idek)

You have recently moved to Seoul, Korea. Since you were 15, you dreamed of being a K-Pop idol. You looked up to the group BTS, who you found early in 2013. Your mother urged you to become an author, but you disliked writing. You practiced dancing with BTS videos and percected your vocals with Jimin and Taehyung. You figured you could hit all notes on the scale if you could go as low as Taehyung and hit notes as high as Jimin. Years later, BTS is quickly climbing and in 2015, you snuck onto a plane while your mother was away. You flew to Korea and bought your own small apartment and enrolled in BigHit University the next day. You got endless calls and texts from your mother, assuming you were still at home. You decided to tour the city at about 10 PM. You walked into this extremely fancy restaurant. It had golden chandeliers hanging above every long table, the waiters wore flawless tuxedos and every guest was beautifully dressed in gowns and tuxedos. You decided to blow your money for celebration purposes.

"May I get you a table for one?" The waiter asked in a low, calming tone.

"Yes, Please, that would be lovely." You tried to fit in. Elegance wasn't always your thing. The waiter nodded and led you to a small table next to a long table, able to sit a party of nine.
You sat and thanked the waiter, Beginning to view the menu. It was full of things you've never even heard of before but oddly sounded so delicious. You started to hum Bulletproof pt.2 softly under your breath as you heard a low chuckle at the long table behind you. Seeing as you were in a public place, it was expected and you payed no attention to it. The waiter came back and you ordered (whatever you want idfk). You began to stare at the beautiful surroundings, grateful that you saved up for so long. You heard the table behind you talking about BTS so you glanced behind you, catching eyes with a handsome man. But before you could realize who it was, you quickly turned back around, worried you'd be labeled as creepy. You heard whispers and two of the men suddenly went "Ooooooohhh!!!"

You tilted your head and the waiter came with your food. You ate it slowly, wanting to spend as much time in the building as possible, knowing you wouldn't be able to come back.

You stood up, brushing yourself off, catching eyes with the same man. This time, you smiled and waved. He waved back and then you realized something that made your heart beat out of your chest.

The man you were waving at...was Park Jimin of BTS.

He obviously realized your emotion and laughed. You instantly started bowing over and over. Jungkook started to look at you awkwardly and Taehyung, who was sitting next to him, started to tell you it was okay.

Jimin stood up, you being significantly taller than him givien you were wearing heals. He motioned you to have a seat.

Was this really happening? 'Did Jimin of BTS just invite me to sit with them?' you thought to yourself. You bowed a few more times, saying thank you more times than you ever have before and sat down. He sat in one of the left over seats.
"What's your name?" Taehyung asked.
"Y-Y/N..Y/N L/N." You responded. He smiled and complemented your name and you blushed.
"Where are you from, your Korean is broken." Yoongi said bluntly.
"I'm from (wherever you're from idk)..." You said quietly, embarrassed. He nodded and continued to do his own thing.
"How long have you been here in Korea?" Namjoon asked with his hands folded over his mouth, staring at you intensely.
"A f-few hours." You responded.
"That's why she can't speak Korean." Yoongi mumbled. You looked down, embarrassed even more. Jin was busy stuffing his face and Hoseok was telling Yoongi to respect you. Yoongi rolled his eyes and mumbled a few cuss words in English.
Taehyung was asking you question after question. What's your favorite colour? Movie? Show? Place? Why did you come here?
A sudden wave of exhaustion came over you and you started to yawn.
Hoseok was the only one to pick up on your emotion and he handed you a small slip of paper, telling you to go home and that it was nice to meet you. You nodded, not wanting to leave your favorite band but desperately wanting your bed. Everyone waved and bowed goodbye except for Yoongi and you left for your apartment. Once you got in, you set the paper underneath your phone on your nightstand and crashed into your bed... Asleep before you could even hit the pillow.