***Rina’s POV***

NJ: Jina?

Who’s this guy?

Hey... don’t come close.

I stepped back as he approached me.

SH: Wait... do you know each other?

Shin stood up in-between us.

Thanks... Shin-Hyung.

NJ: Hyung, she’s the girl I told you about.

Namjoon looked at Shin first, then back at me.

SH: Wasn’t the name of that girl, Jina?

Oh, I got it... maybe he may have known Jina from the cafe.

NJ: Yes, that’s what I called her. That’s her.

SH: I think you’re mistaken, Joon... This is Ms. Rina Lee.

Namjoon looked at both of us with a confused look.

R: Shin-Hyung, I think he knows one of my ‘sisters’.

I patted Shin-Hyung's left shoulder.

SH: Oh! Yes... you’re sisters... What are their names again?

R: Jina’s the youngest and Mina’s the eldest.

I smiled at Shin-Hyung, as a sign that everything will be okay.

NJ: Wait, do you mean the Jina working at the Happy Cafe is your sister?

R: Yes, I’m the middle child among us three.

Suddenly, Shin clapped once.

SH: I think this would be better if I introduce her formally.

Shin went beside me and held both of my shoulders.

SH: Joon, this is is Rina Lee. She will be replacing me as the new manager of BTS. But for now, she’ll be my assistant.

NJ: Oh, it’s you... I’m sorry for being rude earlier. I’m Namjoon Kim, the leader of BTS.

Namjoon bowed down.

I approached him and smiled at him.

R: No worries, a friend of my sister is also my friend. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Kim. Let’s get along from now on.

I offered my right hand.

NJ: You can call me RM or Joon if you would like to.

Namjoon smiled at me, as we shook hands.

R: RM?

NJ: It’s more like an alias, it means Rap Monster.

R: Nice name, so that means your rapping skills are dope?

NJ: Dope, you say? Just like one of our songs. Not to brag, but I could say I’m good.

R: That confidence... I like it.

Namjoon blushed at my remark.

NJ: Is it weird if I say that I’m talking to you and I see your sister with a different vibe?

He looked down as if he was guilty of something.

R: I do get that a lot since we’re triplets. I’ve been mistaken as my sister, all the time.

Namjoon sheepishly smiled and scratched th