Weak || Bang Chan

five

Song:
BOY by TREASURE
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"So, since you're a translator, how many languages are you fluent in?" Seungmin asked me before biting into his sandwich.

We sat in the tour bus that was parked out the front of the manor. It was sleek and modern inside, sandy-beige leather seats and wooden panelling, it was the place for the boy group's cool down times and place to eat.

In the bus, there was Changbin, Jisung, Seungmin, Jeongin, Minho and I, all of us spread around the different seats of the bus. Minho sat beside me at one of the tables, my legs draped over his lap parallel to the table, my bag resting upon it. Changbin sat beside Jeongin at the table beside ours on the other side of the gangway, Jisung opposite me and Seungmin opposite Changbin and Jeongin.

"Nine, I think," I told Sunshine. I thought he was going to choke on his food, the others looking around to me with wide eyes, "What?"

"Nine languages?!" Jisung almost exploded, bottle of water at hand.

"Which ones?" Minho questioned, hand resting on my leg. The gesture made me weak.

"Uh-, well, fluently, I know English and Korean, obviously, then Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese and Hakka. Then, I know Latin, as fluent as a person can learn a dead language," I began chuckling at my own joke, "Then because I learned Latin, I also know Italian and French. Then, basic Spanish and Greek but I'm not fluent."

The boys all just stared at me with blank, jaw dropped mouths.

"That's basically eleven languages," Jeongin deadpanned.

I shrugged, "I guess so."

"What's wrong with your brain? Who hardwired you?" Changbin quizzed me.

I began laughing, "I don't know, it's just how my brain works! I've loved languages since I was little."

"Yeah, but eleven of them? I'm surprised your brain doesn't overheat constantly like an old computer with full storage," Jisung stated, causing Minho, Jeongin and Seungmin to laugh.

Minho had such a beautiful laugh.

"Yah, in all fairness, Mandarin, Cantonese and Hakka are similar dialects and then Italian and French are similar because they're derivatives from Latin, so really it's not that many."

"You're mad clever," Seungmin shook his head, taking another bite from his sandwich.

"Yeah but it's like you guys. You lot are amazing with music, dance, singing, rapping and whatnot - that's your talent. Mine just happens to be languages," I told them, trying to make them understand that I wasn't a total weirdo.

"I can't rap in eleven languages though!" Changbin fought back, stifling his disbelieved laughs. Minho began laughing instead, clapping his hands together as he leaned into his chuckles, turning to me.

"You can barely rap in one language, sometimes," Jisung quipped, but Binnie was quick to jump up from his seat and storm over to Han, pushing him over to slap his arse a few times.

The rest of us burst out into laughter, almost crying at Jisungie's pleas for Binnie to stop.

"I'm sorry, man! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He almost screamed, hands out to defend himself.

"You will be," Changbin fought with a smirk, a little too rough to be considered play fighting.

At that moment, a confused Felix hopped onto the bus.

"What's going on?"

"Jisung called Changbin hyung a bad rapper so Changbin is beating him up," Jeongin explained, innocently sipping at a carton of chocolate milk.