Lost In Translation

The One With the Song

8

~°~°~°~°~Melody's POV°~°~°~°~°

I see a flight of stairs and climb my way up. But all the floors are still all noisy and flashy. Plus I hear someone chasing after me, which only motivates me to go faster. Five floors up, I finally reach a quiet floor. And the footsteps I had heard behind me are no longer following me.

I enter a room and crash behind a desk. After a few minutes of just sitting there, I finally catch my breath. I feel sorry for ditching the guys but I know they will eventually find me. It's just crazy how much has happened since arriving in Japan. I glance down at my clock, it's only four o'clock in the afternoon.

I moan, it feels as if I have been awake for days.

Within the past nine hours of being in Japan, I have almost been kidnapped, well not really, but for a split second it felt like that. My friends actually ditched me, leaving me with seven strangers. Seven, famous strangers. Let me correct myself... seven, gorgeous, famous strangers. Six, gorgeous, famous strangers who don't speak English. One of whom kicked me out of my room. Five of which, brought me here. My panic attacks are back for some reason. I just ran up five flights of stairs after being complemented by six, gorgeous, famous strangers.

Strangers...

I'm spending two weeks with seven strangers while being under the microscope of millions of people.

What have I gotten myself into?

I stand up and begin pacing. I don't even know these people.All I know about them is what people assume about them. It's like a long game of social media telephone; things can easily get distorted. I don't speak Korean, so how am I supposed to know that the captions on the videos are correct? How am I supposed to trust someone else's translation? It's hard enough talking to people in English while  trying to make sure you are not misunderstood and that your words don't get taken out of context. How am I supposed to do that if I don't even know the context?!

I... I just feel... Lost.

Exausted by my mental tantrum, I sit on a leather couch and examine the room I am in. The lights are blue giving the room a calming atmosphere. In front of me is a projector screen and to my left is the desk I hid behind earlier and behind me is the door. I take a closer look around and realize it's a karaoke room. Curious, I walk over to the desk and scan through the song options.

If there is one thing that will make me feel better, it will be music.

°~°~°~°~°Namjoon's POV°~°~°~°~°

The more I learn about Melody, the more she blows me away.

Her dancing is like a breath of fresh air. She isn't restricted by sequences an counts. She just felt the rhythm and let it guide her though the song.

And that was just after seeing her follow a video game routine. Hoseok was speechless. Jungkook even enjoyed being put in his place for once. We were all in awe.

However, Melody didn't believe us. She called it an error of the game. She's to humble for her own good. No scratch that, she's too stubborn for her own good.

"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. But either way this group thinks you're talented. With or without your permission." I say to her trying to soothe things over with her.

I have noticed she doesn't take compliments well. I expected her to just brush it off like she's done before and tease us about something unrelated. All while flashing her usual smile. However, things took an unexpected turn when she ripped her rabbit out of my arms and suddenly took off.