Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

FAKE LOVE

Once we pull up to the hotel, Mimi and I both scurry to our rooms to throw on our bathing suits with a promise to meet at the private pool. I'm seriously giddy. Koreans can be very modest when it comes showing skin, even in the summer, and I'm used to the California sun blessing me with lots of vitamin D. I throw on a cute bikini, then slip on my cutoffs and a sheer coverup top so I'm not walking down the hallway half-naked. It probably won't make a difference. No one has access to the pool but Big Hit staff and I suspect most of them are at the festival getting ready to watch their rookie group perform.

When I step on the rooftop terrace, I'm stunned to find that I'm wrong. Everyone is not at the fest. Because several yards away are the last seven men I had expected to see, as breathtakingly handsome as ever and posed for pictures. I knew they had an interview with a photo shoot right after, but I had no clue it would be out here. And judging by their shocked faces, they had no clue I'd be here either.

Mimi spots me and waves me over to where there is a cluster of lounge chairs under umbrellas so I can't turn around now; it'd be too obvious. While I was worried about modesty, it's apparent that she's not, dressed in a winter white bikini that shows off her perfect body. I don't get it. Some women are just born beautiful. She doesn't have an ounce of fat on her yet her boobs and ass are full and perky. Maybe I'll just keep my shorts on so I don't look like her short, frumpy friend.

"Hey! I got us drinks," she smiles when I approach.

I take mine and thank her, grateful for the alcohol.

"Hey, is it ok that we're here?"

She nods. "They're almost done. We just can't splash them or anything."

If I'm a bit uncomfortable being here while they're working, I can only imagine how uncomfortable they must feel with us here watching. Their outfits are bright, casual and have a pool party vibe, yet I'm positive that every piece is designer. I don't know how they do it. How can they be singers, rappers, dancers, composers, philanthropists, and models? Save some talent for the rest of us mortals, sheesh.

"Hey, do you mind?" Mimi asks, holding out a bottle of sunscreen. I take it from her and she turns to give me her smooth, bare back then gathers her long, luscious waves so I can slather it on.

After I'm done she turns to face me and says, "Your turn. Take off your shirt."

I look across the pool. Jimin and Jungkook are shooting together while the rest sit off to the side with mini portable fans as the stylists touch them up. And as expected, they're looking at us.

"Um, I'm ok."

"Don't be silly. You'll burn. You're not going to swim with your clothes on, are you?"

I don't want to sound ridiculous or seem like a prude, so I reluctantly take off my top and shimmy out of my shorts. It's not like I'm showing anything more than Mimi. And while she's thinner than me, she has a lot more to look at.

I turn around and Mimi gets to work on rubbing the sun cream into my shoulders, neck, and back. However, her touch lingers a lot longer than mine did. And her fingers snake down much farther than necessary. When I feel her lips at my ear, a shiver runs down my spine.

"They're looking," she whispers seductively.

"Who is?"

"Who do you think, silly? They probably think we're hooking up. Good."

Wait...what?

I spin around to face her. "Huh?"

She waves me off with a laugh and reclines in her chair. "Remember I told you I had a girlfriend when I was hired by the company?"