Chapter 5

Vocab: Jjinja -Really/Real

Gomawo- Thank you

A/N: I am learning the difference of Ahni and Ne (yes and no) and in case you're wondering there is a difference (yea you should go look it up) but I'm too lazy to learn/ remind myself of that right now so I'm kinda guessing so plz excuse me if you know

[Sujin POV]

"Sujin… Sujin?" a faint voice whispered. It didn't sound familiar.

I shifted. I was uncomfortable, but I wanted to keep sleeping.

"She's not waking up. Should I just bring her inside, hyung?"

"Mmm, yeah. Be careful."

"She's not too heavy. I held her earlier."

I knew I was hearing voices but my head didn't want to actually think about what they were saying, so I ignored it.

I then felt soft hands grabbing me, and I felt myself in the air. I opened my eyes slightly and I realized I was in someone's arms. They were carrying me towards a building, an apartment it looked like. There were two others around me walking inside as well. My eyelids threatened to shut, so I let them even though I didn't think I was going to actually fall back asleep. After a few more seconds, I could tell through my eyelids that we were suddenly inside a bright room.

"Lay her down on the couch. We'll have to wake her. She hasn't had anything to eat yet and it's time for dinner. Jin hyung texted me saying everything was ready."

I felt myself being set down onto something soft and the hands left. I smiled when a warm blanket was put on top of me, making me a lot more comfortable.

"Hyung, what are we having for dinner?"

"Kimchi fried rice and lamb skewers. I tried to make something everyone would like."

"Really?!" several voices shouted at the same time, including mine as I shot up from the couch. I looked up and realized I was in the living room of wherever they had taken me. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jin, were all in the kitchen, while Yoongi was sitting on the second couch in the room, eyes almost closed.

"Ah, Sujin," Jin said, walking over. "You were tired."

"Ne, I don't usually have such exciting days." I told him, rubbing my left eye.

"Well I'm glad we could make it a nice day for you."

"Oh, yes, thank you so much."

"Ah, it was nothing."

I grinned, not knowing what else to say.

Luckily, Jungkook spoke up, "Jin worked hard on dinner. I hope you enjoy it."

"Oh, yes, it sounds- and smells wonderful." I told him, earning a smile from Jin.

"It's almost ready," he informed, making Yoongi's almost-closed eyes light up. We were once again silent, until I spoke a question that had popped into my head.

"So, Jin, you cook?"

"Oh, yes, He's our eomma," Jungkook explained, and I laughed.

"Ah, BTS has a great cook too," I chuckled to myself.

"YOU TOLD HER!?" Jin yelled, causing us all to erupt into laughter.

"Yes, the subject may have come up," I let out a breath. "I never once thought this would happen," I paused. "Now how the heck did you have time to spend a day with me? You should have been spending a day with a fan or something."

"Oh, but I thought you were our fan," Hoseok pouted, giving me a childish look.

"I am!" I corrected myself. "I just- well, how would you know if someone from the orphanage knew who you were?"

"Mm, we didn't. We decided that one of you from the orphanage needed a day out more than anyone else, whether they liked us because of who we are or not," Jin explained.

"Wow. That's really thoughtful," I told them.

Hoseok stood up from the stool he was sitting on near the kitchen and stretched before coming over to the area in between the couches.

"I want to see you dance again."

"Oh..." I whispered, remembering the events from earlier in the day.

Now that I knew who they were, not only were they an 'audience'- which normally freaked me out- but they were BTS. They were idols, highly trained and skilled, not to mention the dances I knew were theirs, and they knew them better than anyone on this planet.

Seeing me hesitate, he made another offer.

"I'll do it with you, come on, it'll be fun."

I stood up and joined him in the center of the living room.

"Which ones do you know?" he asked.

"Uhm," I laughed. "Probably most of them… and a few girl group dances."

"Do you know IU?" Jungkook asked, which made everyone burst into laughter. I watched Yoongi, who was now asleep shift.

"Yeah, actually, I do." I nodded my head. Jungkook gave me a sweet grin.

"Jin hyung, hand me your phone."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I don't have my phone on me, it's all the way in my room. Please?" Hoseok requested, getting Jin to drop his utensil and come over to hand his phone to Hoseok, who grinned.

"Gomawo," he thanked. "It's just some music, hyung. Don't worry."

Hoseok concentrated on the phone for a few seconds before looking up and smiling.

He pressed on the phone one more time and music started blaring through tiny black speakers that were sitting near the corners of the walls in the living room.

"Woah, when did you guys get that?" I asked, looking at them.

"Mmmm, just a few days ago. We haven't done a Vlive for a while so I see how it's new even to you as an ARMY."

I smiled, but then started moving as my mind started recognizing the song. It was Russian Roulette by Red Velvet, and I remembered that the only reason I had learned the dance was because I saw BTS on a show and Hoseok and Jungkook had danced to it, which made me learn the dance because the two made the dance seem fun. I started moving with Hoseok, and we were almost perfectly in sync when Jungkook popped up and ran towards us, joining in.

We all kept moving, huge grins on our faces and the music kept going. I noticed Jin had stopped what he was doing and was watching with a smile on his face, as Yoongi watched us with curiosity. Not enjoyment, but at least not annoyance. We continued until the music came to a stop, and we all took a second to catch out breath.

"Wow, Sujin, you know the whole thing," Hoseok told me, and I laughed.

"Oh, do you want to know how many dances I know the full thing of?"

"I think I can guess."

"Don't try," I laughed.

"So you teach yourself?" Jungkook asked, plopping on the couch.

"YouTube, so yeah. There are tons of tutorials on there, as well as quite a few of yours. Probably every song you guys have made are on there."

"Yeah, we have awesome fans like you who take the time to do that. Would you mind doing another?" Hoseok asked me, and I nodded my head with a devious smile.

"What are we talking? Back to debut time or recent?" I asked.

"Do you know our recent, I Need U?" he asked, and I nodded vigorously. He started the music and I quickly got into place.

A/N: As most (but not all of you, so I'll still say it) you know when I say 'ya' I mean the Korean word for 'Hey', when I say 'yeah,' I mean it as if they are agreeing, as in saying yes.

Jimin punched my shoulder.

"Ya! I've trained for years and it took even more to learn everything that perfected that dance, and you learned it from a tutorial online?"

" Jimin, ne, I learned it in about a month, but I'm not even close to as good as you."

"AHNI!" He whined, and I laughed.

"Well then you should watch the person that taught me." I told him. "And the thousands of other people who do the same thing as me.. just only better…." I told him.

"Nobody could do it better than you." said Taehyung from across the room.

"Not even Namjoon," said Yoongi, making me as well as a few others gasp, but with smiles on our faces before watching Namjoon for his reaction. He was staring at Yoongi with a slight glare. Jungkook and Taehyung were stifling their laughter, and Jin had a grin on his face. Yoongi stared back, not having any expression at all.

"Are you kidding me?" Namjoon asked, still giving a death glare to Yoongi. I thought about Chin-hae, and how he was so perfect, never getting into fights with the other children unless it was serious to him, and how I would have to settle the arguments myself, but these were two adults, and the oldest of a group. Watching them fight was amusing. It made me wonder how Ae-cha was doing back at the orphanage.

"You guys are children," Jin whined. "And usually it's the maknaes," he grumbled, coming over, "Ya, forget about it. Yoongi was just teasing."

He winked at Namjoon before heading back to the kitchen to finish dinner. I decided to go and see if he needed any help.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked, coming up from behind.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Sujin. You're our guest," Jin told me, but stopped, and then slowly continued, "But I could use some help setting the tab-"

"On it!" I interrupted, running to the stack of plates on the other side of the counter. He chuckled softly at me. I grabbed the clean, smooth plates and ran to the dining table, setting them down before going back to retrieve the silverware.

"Those drawers," he told me, pointing. I went over and opened them.

"What do we need?"

"A pair of chopsticks each and a spoon for the keomunkong. Also grab a few napkins," he instructed.

"You got it!" I called, gathering the chilly, cool metal chopsticks and spoons. I knew there were seven members so I grabbed eight sets to include myself and went back to the table. As I was placing the plates and silverware that thumped as I set them down, I could finally smell the sour but spicy aroma of the pork kabobs and kimchi rice, which added a salty smell that wasn't very strong but I knew it was there.

"Jin! What's that sweet smell?" Jimin asked from the living room.

"Sweet?" Yoongi asked, pinching his nose with a look of disgust. "It smells more like burning pork."

"Uh, Yoongi, it smells like lamb skewers! How could you say that!" Jungkook screeched. "I thought you liked lamb skewers," he whined in a soft whimper.

"I do, that's exactly why I know it doesn't smell right. I'm an expert," Yoongi wailed back.

"Ya! You kids!" Jin cried. "Dinner's ready, let's just move on and eat," He groaned, and everyone hushed, swarming around the colossal yet crowded table, too hungry to argue. Everyone's expression was foggy and hazy, but I could tell there was a dim ripple of brightness in their eyes as they sat. Jin finished placing everything on the table, and I looked over our enormous and fancy feast. Inside of a square, spotless pan were the lamb skewers. The reddish and fluffy looking kimchi rice was in an obtuse pot, and the black, circular beans were set inside an elegant ceramic bowl.

"Go ahead, Sujin. Guest first," he told me, earning a frown from Taehyung as he slumped in his seat, crossing his arms.

"I'm hungry," Taehyung growled. Jin facepalmed himself, clearly annoyed.

"Can I help you get your food?" Yoongi, who was sitting next to me, asked, grabbing towards my plate.

"Yes, thank you." He grabbed my plate and served me some rice along with a few spoonfuls of beans, and set it back in front of me. I grabbed a pork skewer from the plate to the left of me, and the others began.

"I hope I gave you enough, don't be afraid to get more," Yoongi told me. I nodded, and dug in. It took only two bites before my face lit up and I looked at Jin with huge eyes.

"How can you be a idol and an amazing cook?!" I gasped. He laughed. "This is amazing!"

"You act as if you've never had food before," Jin awed, "It's not that good."

"Ne, it is!" I told him, shoving another spoonful of rice into my mouth.

"You'd think we'd have our company pay for our own personal cook, but we've got one already!" exclaimed Taehyung, while crumbs of rice cascaded down his front.

"I honestly don't know how you have time to do all this," I told them again.

"Ne, it's hard but we will always find time for food," said Jungkook with a small smile. I laughed lightly. We all became quiet, the only sounds coming from the scrapes of silverware against the plates. I felt self conscious sitting there, in front of a bunch of idols, eating dinner. As we ate, a tinge of guilt seemed to linger. I couldn't believe that I was where I was. Of all the people that could be with them, it was me, and yes I was a fan but I knew I didn't go the extremes that some fans went to, plastering their walls full of pictures, posters, and merch, as well as going to expensive concerts and fanmeets. I eventually decided to live in the moment and enjoy the time I had with them. I decided that I'd make more of an effort to stan them and appreciate them when I got home

But what I didn't know at that second was that I was home.