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"If you were able to believe in Santa Claus for like 8 years, you can believe in yourself for like 5 minutes."

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The next morning I decided I should dress kind of formal. So I put on some white jeans and a sweater. I tucked in a little piece of the oversized blue sweater I wore in the front, pulled on some neutral colored high heels and saying fuck it, I pulled on a white beanie as well.

After my outfit dressing, I put my chromebook in its protective case but couldn't find a bag to carry it with. So I just have to carry it all day long.

I put my IPhone 5 (broke, remember) into my back pocket, a piece of gum in my mouth, and left the house.

"How May I help you?" The receptionist asked me as I walked through the door. If there were awards for nicest decorated building, BigHit would get it.

"Uh, I'm the Blogger." I responded uncertainty, chewing my gum silently, my eyes unable to hold hers, darting around at all the sparkly stuff.

Please don't make this awkward.

Her face lit up instantly. "Oh hello Miss Kim. Let me go get someone who will help you to where you need to go." The girl stood, bowed slightly and hurried off.

Thank the freaking Lord

I looked around the place after putting on my glasses and saw a lot of BTS pictures. Seven, yes, I knew that.

Aw shit. I didn't look up any of their names. I'm screwed.

"Miss Kim, this is Bang Sihyuk." The receptionist came back with a man. He was short, but hey, so am I. He was maybe, maybe, 5'7 or something. I'm proudly 5'4 and not afraid to kick your ass.

"You can call me Mr. Bang if you'd like." Mr. Bang held out his hand for me to shake. I froze, eyes on him and his hand.

Should I say it or not?

Screw it

"Oh I know you." I exclaimed, glancing at his name on the wall. "You own this place don't you?" The receptionist and Mr. Bang exchanged looks, both restraining smiles.

"Uh, yes I do." He nodded, his hand still out for me to shake.

I patted his shoulder. "You're good."

That was embarrassing

"Sorry." I mumbled, feeling embarrassed. Eh, he'll forget it eventually.

"It's alright." Mr. Bang smiled, finally lowering his hand, giving up on getting me to shake it. "Right this way Miss Kim." Mr. Bang gestured to a hallway, stepping forward, me immediately following.

"Do I get to meet BTS?" I asked him, looking around the place as we walked. Man it's huge. I wanna know how much they make a year. He chuckled, slowing his pace ever so slightly so he could walk beside me.

"Well, you will be blogging them, so I hope you will meet them." Mr. Bang turned to smile at me, me looking over as well.

"Oh right." I remembered the whole reason I was here. Freaking memory sucks ass.

Wow I'm so dumb.

We stopped in front of an elevator and the words left my mouth before I could restrain it. "I knew we were going to go in an elevator." I exclaimed, smiling at him. He laughed and patted my shoulder, the door opening.

"You have a lot of energy Miss Kim. The boys will like you." Mr. Bang acknowledged, letting me step into the elevator first.

Let's hope so

I popped a bubble gum bubble. "Oh joy." I mumbled, observing the elevator. Twenty five floors. We're going to the fourteenth one. While in the elevator, Mr. Bang explained some things to me.

"So the entire fourteenth floor is BTS's, though they do like to roam around. Their dance practice room is there as well as a kitchen, break room, dress rooms, and some entertainment rooms. There aren't many employees up here unless it's before a show. That's when the makeup artist are here as well as outfit designers." Mr. Bang explained to me.

"So I have to be with them all the time?" I asked, rubbing my eyes from beneath my glasses. Mr. Bang nodded, clearing his throat as well.

"You don't have to necessarily have to be with during dance practice, but I'm sure they would like to have a small audience." Mr. Bang smiled just as the elevator door dinged and the doors opened.

I was met with a giant sign that showed BTS and their logo I'm assuming. I heard a loud bang and then someone's scream down the hallway.

Oh God. I think someone just died

I frowned and looked over at Mr. Bang. He sighed and hung his head.

"I'm so sorry Miss Kim. The boys, they're like 5 year olds. You'd think they would be like 20 or so year olds. No, elementary kids." Mr. Bang looked up at me with an apologetic smile.

Another loud bang accrued with more screams and laughter. I smiled.

"They sound like they're murdering each other." I joked, the first to step out of the elevator, Mr. Bang following with a smile.

"That's what it sounds like." Mr. Bang agreed, staying still beside me. After a moment or two, Mr. Bang turned towards me. "Let's go introduce you to the boys." Mr. Bang smiled.

He's so smiley.

Mr. Bang opened the door.

Everyone inside froze.

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