Voices. Was someone calling your name? It sounded so…. Different. It wasn’t said right. Or was it?

Groaning, you open your eyes and was met with an Asian face. A very pretty face at that. Perhaps that was why your name sounded weird. They boy probably had an accent. The boy’s eyes widened and he stepped back. “Nam-ah!” he called, possibly to another. Damn, he was pretty, even if you couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

Another walked around the corner, holding what looked like a juice box. You recognise him as the silhouette that found you the night before. He smiles at you and takes a spot next to you on the couch. Sitting up, you offer a smile back, though your stomach spoke first. Laughing, the person spoke, “Don’t worry. Food will be coming.”

At the words, you shake your head. You hated accepted things you knew you couldn’t pay back. It was bad enough you had slept on the couch. “Please! It’s no bother. When did you last eat?”

You blink, taken by surprise. When was the last time you ate? Once again your stomach spoke for you. Swallowing your pride, you replied. “Two days.” Silence filled the room, then suddenly a plate of food was in front of your, seemingly out of nowhere. From behind you, pretty boy was watching you.

“Eat,” he said sternly, his eyes burning into yours.

“Hyuuung!” The boy next to you whines. The two then bicker amongst themselves.

Smiling at his concern, you took a bite. Pretty and a great cook. Without realising, you wolf down the food, letting out a contempt sigh when you had finished. The room was quiet again and you feel the blood rush to your face. Just how quickly did you eat that? Laughing, the pretty boy took the plate away, murmuring something in Korean. “He said thank you,” the other murmured.

“Thank you? I should thank him!” You reply. The boy nodded.

“You obviously like his cooking. So he said ‘thank you for liking my cooking.’”

“Oh,” you mumbled, smiling, “It was very good.” By now, you notice about five others in the room, watching you quietly, though one in particular didn’t look as if he could sit still. It wasn’t until pretty boy placed a plate in front of him too did he stop squirming. Even so, you didn’t like the idea of people looking at you. It made you self-aware and so, you pulled the blanket over your head and hid from them. “Please stop staring.”

Once again, the Asian boy next to you laughed. “Why are you hiding? You don’t need to hide. Here, I’ll introduce you to them,” he tells you, pointing to himself first, “I’m Kim Namjoon, but you can call me Namjoon.”

“Namjoon?” You repeat, looking at him. You then look around at the others in the room. Finally, it hits you. It hits you very, very hard that you were, in fact, in the same room as the famous Bangtan boys. Once again, you pull the blanket over your head to hide your cherry face.

“Oh! She hiding!” That was definitely Yoongi. You would recognise that voice anywhere.

Someone sat on your other side and you peeked out to see pretty boy, no, Jin scolding Suga for being rude. After a quiet moment, you lower the blanket. “I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered, “I didn’t even realise it was you…” Laughter. This time, it belonged to Taehyung. Soon, the others were joining him.

“Don’t be sorry,” Rap Monster replied, “At least you’re not scary.”

“Scary?”

“ARMYs are great, but some can be scary. Crazy even. Always following us,” the boy explained. Gosh, he looked so young for his age. You nod, trying so hard to keep your calm. After all, they had let you into their hotel room. You didn’t need to freak and scare them off.

“More?” Jin offered, holding out another plate. You hadn’t even realised he had moved. Grinning gratefully, you took the plate and ate, glad that there was something to concentrate on rather than the group of hot dancers and singers in the room. This had to be a dream.

My lord, I can’t spell. It took me three tries to get Namjoon. First, Manjoom, then Nomloon… Jeez.