BTS Pov
*Imagine that they're speaking in korean*
Jimin sighed, "Namjoon hyung, when do we land?
"In a couple of hours. Go back to sleep, you need the rest." Kim Namjoon, the leader of BTS replied to the mochi with chocolate abs. Also known as Rapmon, but recently renamed as RM. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily. Aish. Another concert, this time in Philippines. At least the fans are enormously supportive. I guess I'll just rest too, after all, these couple of days will be exhausting.
While Jimin, to the left of RM, looked out the window of the plane. He smiled to himself. I'm flying on the wings of love. With you and your warmth and your smile, I am complete. You are my angel, with the feathered wings of a dove. As long as you're by my side there, every internal demon I can defeat. Huh, that's actually pretty good. I think I'll talk to Suga hyung about this.
The other two members of BTS who make up the maknae line quietly converse with each other. Jungkook whispered, " What do you think we'll do in Philippines, besides the concerts?
"I don't know. Maybe we'll go deep sea diving?" Taehyung replied. "Or, we could go shopping in one of those gigantic malls I've heard about!"
Jungkook laughed silently. "Yeah, and hopefully we won't be trampled to death." At this Taehyung starts to pout, but ends up bursting into fits of laughter at Jungkook's meme face.
To the left of Jungkook and Taehyung were Jin, Suga, and J-hope. Jin, the World-Wide Handsome, enveloped in an aura of boredom, poked the relaxed figure of Suga. Suga in return ignored his childish hyung. One second turned into two, to three. Suga, aka Agust D, sighed in relief, then came the onslaught of Jin's merciless jabs.
"Jin, stop. Or else." Suga uttered in a dangerously serious voice. And just like that, Jin immediately ceased his movement. BTS and Army's alike know not to mess with Agust D, in fear of unleashing the leJindary warth of the Swag master.
J-Hope, Hobi, the unmistakable ball of sunshine, intervened in the Eomma-Grandpa affair. "Okay, hyungs. That's enough! Let's rest together! And besides...we'll be landing soon enough.
And with that, Bangtan Sonyeondan, slipped into unconsciousness.
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Third Pov
(The girls have their own pretend KPOP group. R&R7{ Regal and Rebel 7[ seven girls]})
*Some parts are in tagalog, most parts are in english*
Ami, a hard working girl who excels in anything academic sits in the back of the classroom, gazing out of the window. Left side , c'mon. Right side, c'mon. I rideumeul neukkindamyeon yeogiro, c'mon R to the M to I'm a ---
"Ami? Are you listening? Ami," the elderly female teacher asked Ami in concern.
Ami pulled the earbud out from her ear, " Ms. Aliya, I already completed this assignment yesterday." Ami replied. The teacher smiled softly.
"Of course you did. Well if you want, you can go ahead with the other girls. They finished their assignments as well." Ami nodded in response.
"Salamat po, Mam" (Thank you, Mam")
Ami Pov
I walked down the narrow corridors of the vacant building. I could hear the click-clack of my shoes as I went on my way. I hummed "I need U" under my breath, until I reached a door the color of Suga's pink hair. Taped to the door were the words "R&R7".
I rapped(LoL) at the hard surface of the door. I waited in silence. Then the door slowly creaked open and I was greeted by the sight of Alya, the Jin of the group. She smiled and beckoned me in. I followed her to the corner where the rest of the group were stretching.
Irina, the Suga of the group with her earphones on, rapped "Agust D" flawlessly. I grinned, damn could she rap. Irina, out of all of us has had the most trouble with her family accepting this "nonsense", or as they call it. But without Irina, R&R7 just wouldn't be the same. I let her smooth and powerful voice flow into my mind, a sweet treat to my ears.
"A to the G to the U to the STD. A to the G to the U to the Std. A to the G to the U to the STD. Hongkong bonaeneun my tounge technology --"
"Ami, ano ang gagawin namin muna!?" ( Ami, what are we going to do first?) Elaina, the maknae of our group asked.
"Hindi ko alam. Gusto mo bang sumayaw sa " Blood, Sweat and Tears?" ( I don't know. Do you want to dance to Blood Sweat and tears?" I replied with a question of my own.
"Gusto kong sumayaw sa Boy meets Evil!" ( I want to dance to Boy meets Evil) Ryena, the Hobi of our group requested.
I granted her her recommendation. Reyna gave me a cheeky grin and trotted over to the opposite side from the rest of us. Earphones obscuring her silver "JH" earing. The music seemed to seep into her, as she danced to her ultimate favorite song.
The rest of R&R7 stopped what they were currently doing to gawk at Reyna's dancing prowess.
"Wow! Ang galing si Reyna sumayaw eh!" ( Wow! Reyna is so amazing at dancing eh!) Pyhrra, our version of Taehyung compliments Reyna.
"Walang sorpresa. Ang pagsasayaw ay ang kayang labasan para sa kanyang damdamin."( No surprise. Dancing is how she releases her feelings.) I replied.
" Hah. Ikaw ang utak ng grupo. Kailangan ka namin. Kami ay magpakailanman. Isang bono na hindi mababagsak." (Hah. You are the brains of the group. We need you. We are forever. A bond unbreakable.) Pyhrra whispered into my ear. My lips quirked up into a beaming smile. I may be the brains of the group, but Pyhrra is the perfect combination of brain and heart.
"WERE GOING TO A BTS COCERT!"
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Big Hit Love
FanfictionWhen internationally famous KPOP group, BTS, announce that they will be performing in Philippine Arena, a group of seven girls are excited beyond belief. They can't wait to finally meet their favorite KPOP band. They are simple, supportive ARMY's...
