The Meeting 3

Y/n's POV

I am listening to music while hurrying around the hotel room, desperately trying to make myself look presentable. I still cannot comprehend the enormity of tonight. I am going to meet VTS tonight and it is going to be amazing. This is what I keep repeating in my head, although the anxiety and fears still attack relentlessly. What if they think you're ugly? What if it's a joke? What if I disappoint them?

My fears and anxieties wash over me in waves, almost as though I am about to drown in my insecurities. With some difficulty, I manage to keep my head above the water, shoving myself into some clothes and applying makeup to my face as accurately as possible with my shaking hands. I rush out of the hotel door, and then turn and run straight back in, looking for wherever I misplaced my phone.

After a little while of running around like a headless chicken, it is on the table right by the door, you know, the most obvious place for it to be. I shake my head disapprovingly at myself before shooting out of the door again. I stand on the curb, trying desperately to hail a taxi, suddenly fearing that I will be late.

After telling the driver where to go and sitting in tense and awkward silence for about 5 or 10 minutes, we arrive at my destination. I pay the driver, smiling at him as though to apologise for my stifling awkwardness and he smiles back, nodding his head at me slightly before I close the door and he drives away.

Before me is a grand hotel, the walls painted a clean white and the interior shining with golden light. The size and wealth of the building stun and blinds me. I look back at the front entrance and there stand two security guards. As I move forwards cautiously, my knees wobbling slightly and I glance up at the security guards nervously. "What is your name?" One of the burly men enquires with a gentle but commanding tone, probably used to dealing with sasaengs.

"U-um y/n y/ln." I stutter, frozen on the spot, my breath caught in my throat, terrified to be turned away sternly. The men step aside swiftly, almost mechanically, pulling open the heavy- looking doors of the entrance. "Room 12, first floor." The other man informs me quickly before ushering me through. Entranced, I gaze about the lobby, everything looks so, expensive.

I am now standing in front of the door, my heart pulsing erratically. With a wave of anxiety, I knock on the door, trying to breathe normally. I smile widely, hoping my teeth don't look yellow, as the door opens to reveal Ju-yung's face. Trying to maintain my composure, I open my mouth to speak. However, I still stutter terribly as I say "U-uh h-hi." My pulse quickens fractionally when a welcoming smile appears on his handsome face.

As we enter the room where all the members are, my legs shake ridiculously, a new wave of nerves wash over me. All of them were here and all their eyes were on me. My vision goes slightly blurry and my hands sweat profusely. "Hi guys!" I exclaim, giving them a little wave with a shaking hand. "Wow, I can't believe this is real," I add, my voice wavering although I fight to make it stable.

"Come in, come in!" Han-gyong welcomes me politely, his smile relieving the knot in my stomach and ball in my throat ever so slightly. Obediently, I step forward into the room towards the others. "Come sit next to me!" Jin-ho says generously, his hand reaching to pat the space between him and Tae-hee on the sofa. Gratefully, I nod and head over, unaware of Ju-yung's eyes following me.

Ju-yung's POV

When there is a knock on the door, I feel my breath catch in my throat. "I'll get it!" I say. My pulse quickens and I half-run to the doorway; looking in the mirror with sudden self-consciousness as I race past. After taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I pull open the door to reveal a smiling y/n looking up at me. She looks absolutely stunning.

She has lined her beautiful eyes with eyeliner and painted her lips a blood red. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail and shows off her smooth but imperfect complexion. She is wearing simple stud earrings and a black choker around her neck. The scarlet-red of her t-shirt goes well with her light blue skinny jeans that show off her figure and her red Converse Highs. (Note: reference alert lol).

Y/n looks like a manga character, as though she has stepped out of my wildest dreams. I'm certain my heart stopped beating for a while before going mental in my chest when she stutters adorably. My metaphorical rose-coloured glasses filter out the spots and curves that y/n seems to be attempting to hide.

I smile warmly, feeling my face heat up and lead her reluctantly to the room where my hyungs are waiting expectantly. I can sense the atmosphere shift when y/n enters the room and suddenly, I felt quite protective of her. I realise that this room is full of potential competition. Wait, no. I can't be thinking these things about my beloved members.

We've been together through thick and thin and there is no point fighting of y/n- a girl we've only just met. Anyway, I can't be that attached to her; it is not some kdrama Ju-yung, wake up, you just find her attractive. So I swallow my feelings, whatever they are and watch the flirting games begin.

Y/n's POV

"So," Namgi says confidently, his eyes piercing through my soul, "Do you mind answering some questions?"

"No! Not all! Of course I'll answer your questions." I say firmly, my voice now finally returning back to a stable condition albeit an octave higher than normal. Namgi nods his head slightly, his seriousness making my muscles tense uncomfortably. "Ok," he starts, "Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, a younger brother who is twenty-one."

"What's he like?" Namgi asks me- I don't understand why but I answer nonetheless.

"Annoying. Quite rude. Useful sometimes I guess. The standard." I answer truthfully, smiling to myself internally at being able to talk behind my brother's back. Payback for all the years of annoyance I suppose.

"What is your dream job?" The question I always hate to be asked.

"Well, I've thought about that question many times but I haven't been able to find the answer yet." It is true, I have always been asked what I want to be when I grow up and I've never really known. I have so many interests and so many ideas, one job to pick seems an impossible feat.

"Well then, what is your job at the moment?" Namgi asks, a slight tinge of curiosity seeming to creep into his distinct voice.

"I work as an English teacher back home," I reply shortly, my mind wandering back to my students and those girls that sit in the middle of class giggling over kpop groups younger than VTS. I wonder how funny the looks on their faces would be if they saw me right now.

"Do you enjoy your job?" I look Namgi in the eyes, hoping to make a good impression on him.

"Yes, I suppose so, teenagers can be a handful at times but it is quite rewarding. Especially when I hear them saying that I am one of the better teachers" I hear a bored sigh from Young-seo, his eyes rolling rudely. "Namgi, can you hurry up? This is rather tedious." I giggle at his lack of manners and stick my tongue out at him cheekily. "I'm sorry for boring you Mr Don't Go To School."

Namgi looks surprised and slightly amused but says "Yes, of course hyung sorry." After pausing for breath, Namgi looks back at me and asks "Would you ever want to marry and have children?"

This question catches me entirely off-guard and I only just manage to disguise the surprise on my face. The members are still staring at me intently and so I reply "Yes, I would love to settle down with someone in the future. I think I've always liked the idea." Satisfied with my answers, Namgi nods and claps his hands indicating that he is finished, somehow making my face flush with embarrassment.

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