When Fantasy Became Reality | BTS

Chapter 5

Jungkook's POV

J-Hope screamed and hit the opposite wall of the lobby, Jin freaked out and accidentally stepped on Jimin's foot, causing him to howl in pain, my eyes locked with Taraa's and I saw her falling from a height which was someone's shoulder.

All because of a pistol.

The pistol in the hands of the person standing right before us.

"I-I t-think we got the wrong house. Sorry." Jin said, regaining his composure as he turned to leave.

Before I could correct him, Taraa spoke up.

"No, no. You got it right." she said, rising from the floor with a pained expression on her face.

Her words made the rest of the members stop in their tracks. They turned around and looked at her surprisingly.

"Where were you all this time?" V asked, amazed.

"On the floor." she said and glared at the young guy on whose shoulders she was previously sitting.

"You must be BTS! Please come inside." the pistol-possessing man said.

As if.

When none of us moved from our positions, he looked at where our gazes were.

The pistol in his right hand.

"Oh! This?" he chuckled."It's a fake. We were just playing. You wanna check?" he said and handed the gun to Jin hyung.

He took it reluctantly with slightly shaking hands but smiled upon realising that it was indeed totally plastic. He looked at us and gave a nod.

So we entered the drawing room one by one, bowing slightly as we entered. It was a room with cream painted walls and tiled floors. There was a 5-seater sofa in the room beside which was kept a flower stand. Three middle-sized almirahs with glass fronts containing books from top to bottom were also kept in the room. A beautiful painting was stuck on the wall opposite to the main door.

"I am her father. Ivan Song." the older man said, and gestured with his hands asking us to sit.

He looked like he was in his late 40's with those slight wrinkles appearing on his face and some strands of gray hair on his head.

All of us introduced ourselves as we occupied our places on the sofa and extra chairs brought in by Taraa and the other guy, who looked slightly younger than me.

"Myself Ryan Song. Her brother." he said. It was quite obvious because of the similarity in their features, and the way they glared at each other from time to time.

"Who's there?" I heard a female-voice calling out. I turned my head in the direction of the voice and saw a young woman coming out from the interior side of the house, holding a knife in her hand. I felt Hobi tense up a little beside me. He was perhaps still in shock from the pistol incident.

What a perfect family.

Guns. Knives.

But upon noticing her apron, I realised that it was a kitchen knife and she was probably working with it in the kitchen.

She was a beautiful woman with sharp features. Her hair was tied in a bun and a small smile was plastered on her face.

"I heard you all talking so -" she asked looking at Taraa and stopped mid sentence, turning her head in our direction when Taraa pointed at us.

Her eyes widened as she stared at us.

"BTS?" she finally asked.

"Yes, ma'am." we replied and nodded our heads.

"Welcome! Nice to meet you. Myself Sarah. Her mother. And just drop the formalities." she said, smiling.
"You must be at peace now after yesterday, right?" she asked, looking at her daughter, who just smiled embarrassingly in response.

Before anyone could say anything, Jin suddenly stood up and bowed slightly. We were confused for a while as to what he was doing, but when the realisation hit us we all jerked up from our places and bowed in front of the other family.

"We are extremely sorry for yesterday." we said in unison.

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