We were back in Korea, and it was a long work day. Full of editing and filming. I got back and plopped down on the bed. I felt tired and was ready to sleep, yet I was not able to close my eyes. Hence the fact that it was only 7 o’ clock. I knew that Jimin was also busy today, through constant practice. He said he would call me, so I sat back and watched some TV. 30 minutes later and my phone began to ring.

“Hello.” I said

“Hey.” He said back “How are you?”

“Tired, as usual.”

“Yeah, dance practice just finished. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, that’s fun.”

“I just want you in my arms.”

“Okay.” “I’ll be there in a second.”

“Wait now?”

“It’s not like we have bed times.”

“Okay.”

“See yuh.”

I hung up and left the room. I told Millia that I would be going. I got a taxi to his house, and he opened the door to me. He seemed happy yet tired.  We sat down on the couch. The thing about the Bts house is that there is no privacy. All of them share rooms and the kitchen is connected to the living room. All 7 of them spread themselves out accordingly. I could spot Jin and Yoongi in the kitchen, while taehyung and Jungkook played video games half awake. We both sort of spaced out for 15 Minutes. I blinked out of my daze and sat up.

“We should go somewhere.” I said.

“We can’t.”  he said

“Why?”

“Were in Korea.”

“Oh yeah. We’ll get spotted.”

I sat back again

“Wait I have an Idea.” I said grabbing his arm and taking him to his room. I opened up his closet and searched through his clothes. I grabbed a large ugly grey sweatshirt and found a regular pair of pants.

“Put this on.”

He put on the outfit, slowly figuring out where this was going. I led him to the bathroom.

“Take off ALL of your makeup.”  He washed it off, while I styled his hair up.

“Since you always have your hair down. It is up now.”

He stood in the mirror. I pulled his hoodie over his head.

“See, no one will know its Park Jimin of BTS.”

He smiled and l