Internship with Pentagon

Oppa

I settled things with my parents fairly quickly and reluctantly left to take the boys back to their dorm to discuss my last week with them. 

The car ride was silent, and when we arrived at their place, I immediately started to talk about their schedule.

"Okay, we have a lot going on this week. You have two photo shoots, a concert, a talk show, three interviews, and a fan sign. Not to mention you have a v-live show to shoot, you have to record at least three songs for your new album, and, to end the week, you have the award show to attend Friday evening, so you will need to get fitted for that," I listed, "Any questions?"

"Woah," JinHo expressed, "She's shameless, isn't she?" 

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"We just found out you are our fan and all you can talk about is work." he explains before adding another "Shameless."

"It doesn't matter if I'm your fan or not. I have a job to do first." I say bluntly causing some of them to pout.

"You've hidden it so well," ShinWon comments.

"I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable by mentioning it or make you worry that I'll leak something personal. So, I pretended that I wasn't that much of a fan that way you wouldn't have to worry about it." 

"You're from America, right?" I nod in response to Kino's question. "How did you discover us? I didn't think we were that popular in America." 

"Well, I was watching youtube videos when I came across a video about popular k-pop songs from that year, and your song "Shine" was one of them. I fell in love with the song, and when I watched the music video, I decided to get to know more about you all. So, I started watching different videos about you, and I even followed you on the V app." I confess. 

"Who is your bias?" WooSeok buts in surprising everyone.

"What?" I respond and heat starts to rise in my cheeks.

"I'm curious too," Hui adds.

"Wait, your mother mentioned Kim Namjoon from BTS earlier, didn't she?" Yanan recalls, "Are they also a group that you are fond of." 

"Yes," I sheepishly say "They were the first group I really got into. They're my favorite." I say sticking my tongue out to them all. 

"That's just cold," HongSeok says acting offended. 

"Who is your bias in that group?" Yuto joins in. His voice wasn't angry or rude. It was simply filled with curiosity as he joined the conversation. This surprises the rest of the boys, and while it surprises me a little, I smiled because I feel like we are okay again.

"Kim NamJoon, of course," I say as if it was obvious.

"So, you're into leaders, huh?" Hui asks with a wink. WooSeok drapes himself over Hui. 

"Or tall guys who can rap." Hui drops his smile and pushes WooSeok off of him. WooSeok shrugs and makes his way over to me, putting his arm around me. 

"Clair is mine now. It's clear that I am her type." WooSeok smirks at the boys sarcastically, "I'm going to have to ask that you leave us alone and let us be happy." 

"Aish, WooSeokie. Don't casually say such things." I take his arm off of my shoulder.

"That's oppa to you." I know he is joking, but his comment makes me blush, and I know he is satisfied by my reaction.

"You want her to call you oppa?" Yuto chuckles, making fun of WooSeok.

"What? You don't want to be called oppa? What about senpai?" his smile drops at my words as his cheeks become a dark shade of rose. "I think I like oppa better, but since you don't like it I won't call you it." I play coy.

"You can call me oppa!" JinHo says loudly and excitedly. His comment was followed by "Me too!" and "Call me oppa!" and "I like it when you call me that!" 

I can tell this whole conversation is making Yuto uncomfortable, and I find it too funny to quit now.

"Okay, I guess I will call you all oppa." The boys jump around and yell as if their idol told them that. 

"WooSeokie Oppa, will you take me home?" I ask with a slight pout. 

"Yes, let's go." He hurriedly grabs the keys, and I can see the excitment in his eyes. 

"Ya! Clair!" Yuto yells causing everyone to fall silent. He looks around at the scene he just caused and huffs before grabbing my wrist to drag me to his room. 

"Ya! What is it?" I say irritated.

"How can you do that? You can't just call anyone oppa, you know. That's dangerous," he raises his voice at me. 

"What's so wrong with it? It's not like I'm calling random people oppa. It's just the rest of the boys." I say, letting my temper get the best of me.

 I look down at our hands and realize he is still holding onto my wrist. In a fit of exasperation, I attempt to pull my arm out of his grasp, but he just holds it tighter. I look at him in astonishment. 'Here we go again' I thought as I make another attempt to free myself; however, this time he pulls me closer. 

Now, our torsos are touching and our faces are inches apart. My breathing becomes jagged as the air around me thickens. My heart starts running a marathon, while my mind goes blank. I stare into his dark, black-hole-like eyes, waiting for his next move. 

His eyes travel from my eyes down to my lips and back up. I can see the hunger in his eyes grow as his hand wraps around to the small of my back. He pulls me even closer as his grip on me tightens. I can tell he has no intentions of letting me go. 

"Yuto.." I whisper softly, my voice barely audible. I feel so small right now. He is the hunter and I am his prey. 

He leans in towards me, closing the small gap between us. I close my eyes in anticipation, waiting for his lips to meet mine. 

But instead of feeling his soft, full lips connect with mine,  I feel a hot breath blow against my ear.

"You can only call me oppa, got it?" 

His dominate voice sends shivers down my spine. 

He lets go of me and walks out of the bedroom without giving me a second look, but I know there is a smirk plastered on his face.