Choose Your Own BTS Adventure

Chapter 3: The First Night

The tired face of one weary-eyed Min Yoongi greeted you both with a grunt. He appeared to have just woken from a nap. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked at you both expectantly, not appearing to have any idea what the two of you were doing knocking on his door.

You felt the tight fist of panic clutch itself around your heart and you weren't sure what to do or say or if he'd even fully understand your English. You looked at Minji and noticed that she, too, seemed to be having an internal panic attack, and the thought that this seemingly perfect girl was losing her cool brought a small smirk to the corner of your lips. You eyed her from the side and decided with a cross of your arms that you'd let her handle this one all on her own.

Finally, Minji broke the awkward silence with a brilliant smile that looked as fake to you as her long, silver fingernails. Yoongi did not seem impressed.

"Hello!" she said in Korean, abruptly extending a flirty hand toward Yoongi. Your heart grew wings when you saw how he snubbed her, only looking at her hand as if it were a dirty rag, but not taking it into his own.

"I'm Minji," she continued, clearing her throat as if that small sound could cut through all the awkward tension currently filling the small hallway. You suspected it would take at least a bulldozer to do that. "I'm the new housekeeper they hired to help you guys out."

Yoongi's face lit up briefly with a flicker of recognition when he remembered Sejin warning them all earlier that same day to expect company. Evidently, he was not happy about it.

"So who's this one?" he said, nodding toward you. "Does she speak?"

You couldn't help but crack a smile. "Yes," you said. "I do. Although only English, I'm afraid. My name's [Y/N]. It's nice to meet you."

You could feel Minji's sharp glare shooting daggers into you as what happened next surprised even you. Yoongi bypassed Minji's expectant form to offer YOU a handshake. You snapped out of your daze and took his hand in your own, noting how soft it was as you did so. You expected his hand to be hard and rough, more suitable to his crusty personality.

"Who's at the door?" You heard someone call from inside the apartment before you saw the long and lean figure of Jung Hoseok appear in the doorway, draping a crooked arm on top of Yoongi's shoulder and smiling widely at Minji.

"Hi," you tried to peep out, only to be talked over by Minji's aggressively phony voice.

"Hoseok!" she sang. "It is so nice to meet you!"

Your stomach physically churned when you saw how delighted he appeared at the sight of the pretty girl. Thankfully her charms were still lost to Yoongi, who looked bored enough to fall back asleep at any moment.

"You must be Minji," Hoseok exclaimed in an overly friendly tone. He then looked at you, appearing to finally notice you standing there with your finger up your bum. "And you must be the other one."

"Yeah," you answered, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice. "That's me. The Other One. But my friends call me [Y/N]."

Hoseok appeared somewhat taken aback by your answer, but ever the one to save face, he tried to compensate for any residual awkwardness by smacking Yoongi lightly on the arm and saying, "Well, what are you doing just standing there for? Step aside and let them in!"

Yoongi gave him a look that said several dirty things at once, but released his hold of the door and stepped aside to let you both in.

Feeling as if you were crossing the finish line of a long marathon, you took several confident strides into the room and heard the door close behind you with a final soft thud. For the first time since coming to Korea, you finally felt like you were really there. You took a few dreamy steps around the living room, taking in the beautiful white marble floors that adorned the gorgeous place. Your eyes danced lightly around the room, as they landed on several beautiful pieces of artwork hanging on the walls that looked more expensive than your entire house back home.