The Fan-Signing 2

Joo-chan's POV

I had seen the beautiful girl enter and I feel my features move into a welcoming smile as I greet her. I ask if she is English and she nods, her cheeks looking like red apples and her head down. When she explains that she can speak a bit of Korean, I smile, relieved.

She does not know the burden that takes off my shoulders. I love to try to speak English, but it tires me to try and translate things in my head before speaking, I normally rely on Namgi to translate for me.

I ask the girl her name and she replies in a voice that is delicate and soft; "Y/n," This makes my heart skip a beat. Her name is beautiful just the aura she carries around her. She has captivated my attention, but she is too young for me and I know this deep down. After all, I have only just met this girl, my affections must be shallow because all I really know about her is her appearance and the way she is acting right now.

As she turns to speak to Han-gyong, my heart sinks in my chest like it is the Titanic plunging into the icy depths of the Atlantic. I know that I had to ignore this feeling within me; it would bring nothing but trouble to have these feelings for such a young girl.

My sorrow increases as I turn to see a fan hyperventilating in front of me. I know it is cruel to feel this way about a person who clearly cares for me and I know that I will have to act as if it does not bother me. The rest of the day the name 'y/n' echoes around my head like a broken record.

Y/n's POV

Han-gyong greets me with a smile- he seems to be in full sunshine-mode. His light blonde hair mixed with light pink seems to reflect his personality and there is a glint in his eye that shows he is in a good mood.

I know that this man will be fun to speak with, the way he had been talking to the fans over the microphone when I was talking with Namgi convinces me that I have nothing to be scared about.

"Hello!" I say without any fear this time because I know what an adorable fluff ball he is. Han-gyong seems to be happy that I am calm and willing to have a normal conversation. It seems there is a 50/50 with the fans, the ones who completely freak out externally and those that somehow manage to keep their freak out internal.

We talk about food and songs and he makes a joke that we could be sunshines together. To that statement, I respond with a laugh, turning my head away slightly so that he doesn't see the blush I can feel spreading across my cheeks.

Halfway through our conversation, I notice him become more genuine as he observes that I am not going to burst into tears or hyperventilate like the girl next to me is still doing. I hope she is still breathing, what a disaster it would be to faint in front of her idols.

He compliments me on my Korean and I blush profusely at his kindness. "Thank you." I utter before slightly bowing and stepping towards the next member.

Han-gyong's POV

I turn to the next fan, making sure a smile is plastered on my face. The girl I had just met had been quite a handful, on the verge of tears almost the whole time. Of course, my heart went out to her and I loved her as a fan, but it put emotional stress on me to have to put up my persona.

The girl in front of me greets me confidently and introduces herself as y/n. Y/n has a lovely conversation with me, and as well as enquiring about my interests, shares her own. After a short while, I feel the pressure on my shoulders start to lift.

At some point, I spot a perfect opportunity to tell her that we would be great sunshines together to which she laughs appreciatively. Her laugh isn't particularly delicate but also not obnoxious, it is a girly giggle that makes my cheeks heat up in admiration.

I decide to open up to her and let our conversation flow naturally, and I find her easy company to be with, although she stutters and her fingers fiddle with each other, she is witty. She seems a person I would quite happily spend my free time with- if I had any of that anyway.

When I realise that she will need to move up to the next member in a few seconds, I compliment her Korean, as it is quite rare for a foreign fan to have such a natural Korean conversation at a fan sign.

I watch as her lips shape the words "Thank you" and she bows slightly. I smile softly to myself in a state of ecstasy. I glance up to see the next fan nervously staring up at me. Once again, I put up my persona for the world to see.

Y/n's POV

I look up at Young-seo hoping that he is in a good mood today. I have never been a natural at speaking to boys, nevermind idols in a different language. My interactions with boys in school had almost always involved some form of stuttering and me avoiding eye contact.

I was always confused as to why no matter who they were, boys made my heart go into a frenzy if I had more than a minute of conversation with them.

"Hello," I say cautiously. "My name is y/n and I'm English." Young-seo smirks and nods, in a way that makes him seem amused by my attempt at Korean. "Sorry," I say, my pulse quickening with fright "Was my pronunciation off?"

"No it's not that." he grins at me. He pauses for a short while, and I am left in suspension. "It's just that you're cute." My heart melts at his flirtatious words. He scratches the back of his head, making the natural locks of his brown hair ruffle attractively.

"I don't know what to say," I mumble shyly. He laughs at my not so subtle shyness.

"England, yes?" he enquires. I nod mutely wondering what he thinks of me. "How old are you?" His question catches me off-guard. "Um, twenty-three," I mutter. His eyebrows raise and I feel my face deepen in colour.

Suddenly his eyes light up as he says, "I remember when the other members were your age." This cute, loving side to Young-seo makes me unconsciously grin. He returns his gaze to mine and the breath catches in my throat.

The intenseness of his stare is penetrating and I'm scared to even look away. "You're really nice, I wish we could hang out sometime." These are the words that come out of his mouth, but the look of confusion or intrigue in his eyes don't match. I can sense he doesn't want to tell me why, so I simply play along by saying; "Me too, that would be fun."

Despite the small talk, our eyes are having their own conversation; his eyes tell of a secret in the past, and mine of knowing that he isn't saying something. However, it is time to move to the next member so I push towards him my number. I manage it in the split second that the staff member looks away and I suddenly feel like a child passing notes in class behind the teacher's back.

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Author's Note

A few disclaimers: Firstly, I know that the reinforcement that emotional fans are tiring may offend some. Of course, I understand why people would get emotional and I probably would too, I also know that the members probably understand as well. I wrote it in to try and convey the realness of the members and to try and understand their characters more. Secondly, I want to touch upon my representation of the members in this fanfiction. I want to make it clear and say that this is a work of fiction, it is based on the members, yes, but does not portray them perhaps accurately. Thank you to any beloved readers!