TOUR MOMS

Dope (pt.2)

Allison's POV
The boys were getting ready for the performance. They'd already sound checked—lucky fans who got to see it were already dazed and waiting in the arena for the real concert to start. Namjoon had told the girls to stick to a member and watch the process, but who to choose? Allison didn't know.
She observed the room for a few more seconds. Joon was head back towards the other end of the room where a line of mirrors and vanities were set up. He looked over his shoulder at them to make sure they were following. They weren't, but seeing his look made all three girls start to move. Also at the vanities were Jungkook and Yoongi. Hoseok was standing over Jin, the older relaxing on a sofa while the younger annoyed him with an invasive dance. Allison didn't see Jimin or Taehyung.
Allison was extremely interested in the make up process, so she quickly decided that's where she should go first. She walked up awkwardly. Yoongi met her eyes in the mirror and smiled at her. Her stomach did a little flip, but she smiled back anyway.
Allison just stood there for a minute, not sure what to do. Just stand and watch? Say something? Make eye contact? Jungkook also managed to catch her eye in the mirror, so eye contact it was. She had a sort of deer-in-headlights look about her.
Jungkook smiled. "You like make up?" he asked. Allison nodded a little.
Jungkook said something to Yoongi in Korean and the older chuckled. Allison didn't know what he said, but she felt that it was about her.
"You wrote...letter?" Yoongi asked her.
Allison nodded again. She wanted to answer out loud, but she realized she wasn't sure how. Should she say "yes" or "yes sir"? And on top of that, how should she refer to them? Should she call Yoongi "Mr. Yoongi" or "Yoongi-ssi" or "Yoongi-oppa" or "Mr. Suga" or just "Suga" or—why were there so many choices? Allison decided it was better to not say anything at all until she figured how to say it.
"Good letter," Jungkook told her, and Yoongi nodded his head in agreement. Heat rose to Allison's cheeks. She didn't know she'd be getting so many compliments on her letter. She wasn't going to lie, it felt great, but still, this was slightly overwhelming.
"Thank you!" she cried, squeezing her eyes shut for a second.
"You know Korean?" Yoongi asked her. She knew a little bit. Enough to answer his question anyway. But she hated speaking out loud because she feared that she'd botch the pronunciation. She'd have to get over that.
After finding the words and making sure her grammar was right, Allison said tentatively in Korean, "I know a little."
Both Jungkook and Yoongi's faces lit up, and they clapped for her.
"Well done!" Jungkook praised in Korean.
After that, the make up artists found a rhythm and went to work with a vigor that gave Allison the message that she should stop distracting the boys now. She watched them go through the motions. It was kind of wild seeing Jungkook go from crazy attractive to unearthly pretty. The makeup didn't make him attractive, but it did manage to add an extra glow that would be needed for the cameras and stage lighting. The staff worked methodically and quickly, and soon Jungkook was jumping up to harass Jin with another dance.
That left Allison and Yoongi alone before the mirrors. He motioned for her to sit down where Jungkook had just been, and she did so quickly.
Some part of Allison that knew how to handle situations had taken over after initially meeting BTS. She didn't know she had that part until today, but she was thankful for it. Had she been left with her usual self, she didn't think she would be able to survive having all these conversations with people she liked to severely. Wherever this rational and calm piece of her brain came from, she was extremely glad for it.
"Talk in Korean or English?" Yoongi said in English, asking which one she would rather have a conversation in. Of course English would be easier for her, but Korean would be easier for him, and that's what her entire job was.
"Hangug-eo," Allison said, telling him they could do this Korean. She hoped she'd be able to keep up.
Yoongi smiled before lifting his hand to his face, messing with his mouth as he thought about what he was going to say.
"Where are you from?" was his first question. Easy enough.
"Georgia," Allison said. That was English. She didn't think there was a translation for it.
"Georgia? Where in America is that?"
"South and East." She didn't have the vocabulary to explain it further.
"What do you like to do?"
Allison took a few moments to collect her thoughts and translate her answer.
"Spend time with my family, hang out with my friends," she said. She hoped she was saying things correctly. She hoped she was talking loud enough for him to hear. She hoped her voice didn't sound as strangled as it felt.
Should she be asking questions back? What was she allowed to ask about? Were there any restrictions?
Should she risk it?
"That's sweet, I like spending time with my family too," Yoongi told her, and once it translated, it surprised her completely. She didn't think he'd be spilling such personal information so soon. Was that personal? It seemed personal. It seemed like secret knowledge that she shouldn't share with anyone.
Even though he hadn't told her much, or barely anything, and nothing unusual or weird, Allison still felt like she just became one hundred times closer with Yoongi. This was the first conversation she'd had with a member where they told her something real about themselves. Not something she'd read on Twitter. Something straight out of the mouth of Min Yoongi himself. She was going to remember this moment for a long time.
Yoongi looked like he was going to ask another question, but he was cut off by a shout.
"Uh—Allison!" Hoseok yelled from the sofa area. He said it such a cute way. Alley-sin, in his squeaky English voice. Allison's heart skipped a beat. Hoseok was calling her name!
"Come, come!" he said when she turned to look at him.
She looked at Yoongi, but he'd pulled out his phone, which was a clear sign that she was good to go.
Allison practically skipped over to where Hoseok was. He was mostly dressed in the outfit he preformed Idol in, which meant he was in a clean white shirt tucked into black pants. The part of Allison that had been staying calm was becoming short of breath. He was so casually like a prince, doing a weird dance move and still looking like royalty.
"You like noodle?" he asked, picking up a cup of instant noodles from the table and showing it to her.
She did like noodles. She nodded. Back to nonverbal it seemed.
"You want some?" Hoseok asked, trying to offer her the bowl.
Allison was, she realized for the first time, starving. But she couldn't accept this from him. Not yet. This was her first day and her job was to make sure they were eating. Which, by the way, none of them were doing. And that would only add to the weirdness of her eating.
"No thank you," she said, while also shaking her head.
Hoseok put the cup down without a fight. He motioned for her to sit on one of the couches. She did as he asked, and ended up sitting across from Jin. He watched her with little expression, and it kind of freaked her out.
"What is your uhh, favorite—favorite food?" Hobi asked.
Her favorite food was noodles. How was she supposed to say that when she'd just turned them down?
"I really like rice a lot," she said instead, which wasn't untrue. Rice and noodles were her go-to foods.
"Oh, rice! Rice is good," Hobi told, shaking a playful finger at her.
Allison laughed her agreement. Her stomach was butterflies, but sitting there laughing with the one and only J-Hope was the best feeling in the world. She would not trade this moment for anything.