The Man Behind the Mask

Our Own Imaginations

Crack! I hear as i am running through the rain toward my house, it never rains here in Texas but when it does its a flood. I get halfway up my driveway when i hear loud obnoxious yelling, my parents have not been likeing eachother for the past few months and it's starting to get very annoying, so i have been spending more time out of the house so they can sort this out. I yank on the door, locked i bend down to get the spare key that was hidden under the lil green frog, i get up as i wipe the cobwebs off on my black hoodie that was soaked with cold rain. I put the key in the lock and open the door, as i hide my face while walking past my parents as always they didn't notice, as i head toward the stairs i pet my cat, Chim chime. She was a tubbie cat i found her just a lonely stray that lived on the streets. I took her in got her some flea shots and she was good to go. I get to the top of the stairs and enter my room. BTS everywhere, i loved kpop. It got me through so much, and one of my favorite groups was BTS. Their energy and focus and the relatable music made everything in my world seem like a blur. Sure i loves monsta X and ikon and blackpink but there was something special about BTS that made me feel at home when i heard them sing or talk. My bias was jimin and bias wrecker was jin, i loved how jimin always was that cuddly lil panda, and i always tried to imagine what jins cooking tasted like in hopes one day i would taste it. But that was all a stupid fantasy, i would never meet bts bc that means i would have to go to korea and i Don't have the money to do that. I flop on my bed with my wet clothes and doze off. I wake up to the smell of mildew and cold clothing plastered to my back and the sunshine stinging my eyes. I get up to change my clothes, i choose a hot topic shirt and a pair of white ripped jeans. I grab my black backpack and head down stair to grab a pop tart and head out. While my parents argue over what sounded like politics, i grab the cookies and cream pop tart and leave the house. I take out my phone and get into my car as i backup this group of seven walk behind my car and i almost run over one of them. They run over to my window and the one with dark brown hair is the one who talks to me.

"Could you please watch wear you are...." he trailed off as he came around the corner with the six other guys. At this point i thought i was dreaming. Bc the brown haired boy oddly look korean and and had two dimples when he smiled.his eyes were a dark brown nearly black and i was wondering what he was doing in my neighborhood.

"Hi?" I say as i look up to meet his eyes, " are you guys my new neighbors or something or are you lost?"

" not lost and don't live here. We came for a walk," he said he put his elbows comfortably on the car door window. "Im namjoon." At this point my body tenses, was this really namjoon or am i in a dream.

"Um i'm sorry but are you BTS?" i say while almost fangirling.

"Yeah, we are," they all say it together "BTS" my mouth just hung open i didn't have anything to say and i felt like i would melt into the set of my car. 

And that's when I woke up to a blonde haired boy with squishy cheeks and pink plump lips at rest in a heart shape state. 

"Aww, chimmy." I whispered and I lightly kiss his nose. His eyes flutter open then shut again, as his arms slide around my waist pulling me closer. Even though I just woke up my eyelids feel heavy with the feeling of jimin's warm breath on my neck I drift off to sleep. I didn't have a dream this time. But I could weirdly hear everything that was happening in real life. Jimin's raspy morning voice speaking to me saying babe and trying to wake me up. I wanted to stay like this forever just him and me in bed sleeping. After a bit I heard slight snoring, I thought he must have gone back to sleep. So I try to sit up, hoping to get away before he could wake up. But I made a small movement and he must have felt it, because he was awake with his head in the bend of my neck. I feel him lightly kiss my neck and look up burying his nose in my soft black hair. 

"Don't go" jimin says as I start to move a bit more away. "Hey, Ebuni..." His raspy sleepy voices longing for your name makes you stop. You turn and look at him, his pretty brown eyes staring into yours. You felt the tension in the room and you scoot off to the kitchen after kissing sleepy jimin on his nose. As I walk downstairs trying to feel less nervous for what will happen after I finish my classes in korea and have to go back to America for my job in waiting. Will Jimin dump me, will BTS forget me, will they never talk to me again. The last thought I had was terrible... what if Jimin finds someone else while I'm away...

"EBUNI!" 

The voice sounded familiar, but once I turned around I didn't like the voices owner. The worst most terrible human being on the earth. The one and only Jin.