It Takes Two (Kim Namjoon)

Bangtan Sonyeondan

I bowed towards them, too flustered to remember propriety and whether they were all older than me. If memory served, I was just a year younger than Jungkook, which made them all my superiors by Korean custom.

"Hello, I'm Vivienne, but everyone calls me Viv." Really, everyone used to call me V, but I modified the nickname before I moved here.

The first boy smiled at me fiercely, his energy seemingly reflecting off of his red hair. "I'm J-Hope. It's so lovely to meet you, dongsaeng!" Hoseok's smile was so wide I thought it would crack his face or at the very least that he would make a move to hug me, but neither happened. Right. Skinship.

"Hi, my name is V, my real name is Taehyung Kim, but you can call me Tae since we will work together lots," V spoke in his thick English. The shy smile on his face nearly bowled me over with its innocence. I thought it was undeniably sweet that he spoke in a language that was difficult for him just to make me feel more comfortable.

So far, I had recognized each of the boys without their introduction, and the next boy was the easiest to identify. "I'm RM, or Namjoon. It's great to have you here, you know, and hopefully you can teach these guys some English." He flashed a dimpled smile, and I think my heart might have skipped a beat, but I may just have early onset heart problems.

"Thank you everyone. I've heard so many wonderful things about you and it's great to finally meet you." The words, though maybe not well-thought out or said in perfect Korean, fell naturally from my mouth. I noticed that each of the boys was wearing an assortment of sweats, sweaters, and T-shirts, which automatically put me further at ease with regard to my own wardrobe.

"Oh, your Korean is so good!" came another stilted English voice from through the doorway. J-Hope, V, RM, and Yumi made room for the other four boys, and I looked for the voice that had complimented me so easily.

This time, my heart did skip a beat. During all of my research, through photos and videos and interviews, one of the boys had definitely stood out to me, and now here he was, only four inches taller than me and smaller than I ever would be. I kept my face as professional as possible. "Thank you, Park Jimin..." I looked to Haneul for confirmation. "Sunbae?"

Hobi shook his head while still retaining his smile, not giving Haneul a chance to answer. "We're all oppa to you, Viv."

"Viv, is that your name?" asked the next boy next to Jimin. I glued my eyes to him to avoid getting sucked into Jimin's gaze. I was fairly confident I was talking to Suga, who peered at me calculatingly through wisps of grey-blue hair.

I nodded. "Nice to meet you," I spoke with my sweetest smile, but his expression didn't change. He seemed to be more serious than the rest, but in a way that didn't seem unkind in the slightest.

"I'm Min Yoongi, and the best artist out of all of them."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Good to know," I responded, but my words were swallowed up by yowls of complaint from the other boys.

"You must be Kim Seokjin. Jin," I continued once the racket had died down. I wasn't too confident about this, as I often confused Jin with Jungkook in pictures, but the black-haired boy smiled as he nodded.

"I'm Jungkook, but you might have known that," the last boy added, watching me through shiny caramel hair that fell into his eyes. "You seem smart. Hopefully Yumi won't work you to death. I know she gets after us all the time."

Yumi clucked her tongue distastefully. "I do no such thing. It's your own fault that you spend all your time eating and leave no time for rehearsals that I need to film."

"Speaking of," Suga cut in. "I'm so hungry. Can we eat?"

Yumi looked at me. "Viv, why don't you eat with them? Haneul and I have to set up our media room to show you later today, but I'm sure you're hungry."