CHAPTER 1 - The Meeting

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2 Years Ago

You are walking down the street one day and as you walk you see something. Or rather, someone.

Isn't that Jin? You think to yourself.

You look at your phone case that you made in art class with the selfie of the entire group that you had printed out and look up at the man across the street from you. Sure enough, it is Kim Seokjin. Looking as handsome as he always does. Even with his scarf covering the lower half of his face, there is no mistaking him.

As you observe him from across the street like the concerned human you are, you recognize the look of confusion across his face as he looks around. You do as well and realize that none of the other Bangtan members are around.

You frown, remembering the article you read about them taking a secret vacation to the Caribbean. Realizing now that they were in fact in your country. However, it was odd that it was only Jin here. Without the others. And everything completely calm.

What if he's lost. You think. And with purpose in your stride, you cross the street and head towards him.

This is what I've been taking Korean lessons for. You can do this ARMY.

By the time you finish your pep-talk, you're behind him. You clear your throat and he turns around.

His handsome face this close to you makes you falter a bit. Trying to discreetly take it all in. At his deepened frown you smile. A genuine one, something you haven't done in a while.

"Hi!" You fiddle with the keychain of Suga that you attached to your phone case this morning. Something you do a lot when nervous.

Realizing your mistake you chuckle slightly. "여보세요. 나는 사과한다. 내 이름은 Army입니다. 당신은 잃어 버렸습니까."

(Hello. I apologize. My name is Army. Are you lost?"

He looks at you and for a brief second, you see the shock in his eyes. It, however, quickly vanishes.

"分かりません."

(I don't understand)

You frown realizing he was speaking Japanese. However, considering your love for anime you also speak Japanese.

"ごめんなさい. 迷ったのか?"

(I'm sorry are you lost?)

This time Jin's shock was evident.

"日本語も話せますか?" He asked, still in shock.

(Do you speak Japanese as well?)

"はい" You nod.

(Yes)

"Do you know BTS?"

You're taken aback by the question. You look down at your clothes which were obviously BTS merch. Your phone case and its dangling keychain of Suga. Your actual keychain with the whole group. Anyone could tell that you know BTS just by looking at you.

You look up at Jin. "Of course I do. Do you not see I'm wearing the entire merch shop right now."

You gesture to yourself frantically, positively offended by the question, however, Jin simply laughs.

You put your hands on your hips and ask somewhat angrily, trying hard to grasp the feeling instead of focusing on Jin's handsome face, "What's so funny mister?"

"Sorry. It's just that I didn't expect to meet a fan and the first thing they ask is if I'm lost and not for an autograph or selfie."

You huff. "I take offence that you thought I was one of those ARMYs. Nothing wrong with them, they just tend to forget that you guys are human. Y'all don't help. You do everything so perfectly that it's hard to remember that. I have to remind myself that every morning I change my keychain."

You hold up your phone to show him said keychain and he raises his eyebrow.

"So Suga isn't your bias?"

You shake your head and answer, "Seven members. Seven days of the week."

He smiles and gestures to your phone which is securely grasped on your right hand before asking, "Which day is mine?"

Having enough of him purposely changing the topic you answer, "Sunday. It's in order of age before you ask. And stop changing the topic, what are you doing here and are you lost."

You decide not to mention the fact that he seems fluent in English, deciding that it was none of your business.

As he sighs you suddenly realize how tired he looks.

"Come on Seokjin-ssi." Taking him by the elbow you lead him to your favourite cafe around the corner.

"Oppa."

"Huh?"

"Call me Oppa."

You both smile and continue to the cafe.

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