Day three of K-Fest will surely be a doozy.
The guys have another packed day, and while I barely got half an hour with them last night before I forced them to go to bed, I start my morning with some optimism. Yesterday was amazing, I met a new friend, and I was gifted an entirely new wardrobe by a very sweet and generous man. And yes, while it only further reminds me of all I have to lose at the end of this journey, I've chosen to enjoy this experience while it lasts. Even if I'm left in ruins at the end of it. Being with the guys for just a little while is still better than never knowing them at all.
The group is at the K-Fest grounds to act as judges for a competition for aspiring trainees. Of course, this draws a huge crowd and it's impossible to get close to them so I end up wandering around alone and checking out the sights. I pick out a few cute handmade knick-knacks that I think the guys would like: a wooden figurine for Namjoon, a clay coffee mug for Yoongi, a brightly painted sunshine clock for Hoseok, a set of specially carved chopsticks for Jin, a small painting for Taehyung, a sketchbook for Jungkook, and an ornate picture frame for Jimin. It's so little in comparison to all they give me, and a bit corny, but I hope they're at least amused by the gifts.
Just as I'm in line to grab a cool drink, a text comes in on the group chat. To my surprise and delight, it's a picture of the guys that they must have just taken. Not even an iPhone X can fully capture the depth of their beauty yet they take my breath away. I stare at my phone, utterly enamored by their smiling, ethereal faces. Even with the sun beating down on them, they look so gorgeous and, in turn, I stand there smiling back at my phone like a loon.
A tap on my shoulder startles me and I almost drop my phone. A small cluster of girls are in line behind me and one of them addresses me in Korean. At first, I wonder if I was holding up the line since I was so wrapped up in the picture, but then she points to my phone and repeats her question.
"Oh, sorry," I begin, flustered. "Hangungmal mot haeyo."
The girl nods and points back at my phone. "What is that?" she asks in English.
"What is what?"
"The picture? Did they post on Twitter? We can't find." Her friends hold up their own phones to show me.
"Oh, uh. I don't..." Shit. How could I have been so careless? Did they see the number it came from too?
"Maybe...Weverse? Or fancafe?" one of the girls asks. She taps away then frowns her disappointment when she comes up empty-handed.
"Oh! Fansite, maybe?" the other suggests.
"But that is selca. Who can get that? Can I see?"
The girl and her friends look at me expectantly, waiting for me to show them. There's no way I'm giving in to their request and I can't rely on my lack of Korean, so I do the first thing that comes to mind.
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Fanfiction1 year. 1 girl. And the 7 men who own her heart. When she applied for the job, she thought she'd just be teaching in South Korea and getting a fresh start. Little did she know, she'd be signing up to shred her soul into seven little pieces. Best ra...