07. I'm giving
It's 7 a.m. The loud alarm starts to ring, and I fumble for my phone. I turn it off and slowly open my eyes. Instead of seeing my familiar room, I see unfamiliar furniture.
I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was hallucinating in my sleep, and sat up. A pounding headache belatedly gripped my head. I pressed one hand to my temple and slowly looked around.
"Hey, where am I...?"
As I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, strange memories suddenly flooded my mind. Me, the one who suddenly suggested we speak informally before a drinking game, me, the one who stroked Hoseok's hair and told him he was cute, me, the one who said something and then sat in the corner, mumbling to myself.
But after that, I couldn't remember anything, so I got out of bed, clutching my head and uttering a few swear words.
I walked to the door, ready to leave the room, and then grabbed the handle, debating whether to open it or not. For some reason, I felt like everyone outside this room was bulletproof...
-Click
-thud
"Lady, wake up... gasp. Are you okay?"
"Ah... oh, it's okay."
How did he know I couldn't open the door? He opened it himself from outside, making my forehead turn red.
Seokjin oppa, startled by a louder sound than expected, put the ladle he was holding on the shelf next to him and grabbed my cheek with both hands.
Startled by the sudden touch, I rubbed my forehead and laughed like an idiot, while Seokjin looked at me with worried eyes.
"Ugh... That must hurt. Go eat first. I'll bring you some medicine right away."
I'll bring it to you...?This time, I was surprised by Seokjin's natural informality. I was so flustered that I couldn't even think straight, and he pushed my back towards the kitchen. I couldn't say anything, so I just sat down in one of the two empty seats.
"Oh, the heroine is here."
"Honey, did you sleep well?"
"Are you hungry, Yeoju? Let's eat quickly!!"
BTS greets me with bright smiles, saying, "Welcome." But... everyone is speaking informally to me.Surely... you're going to keep doing this game after that...? Or maybe there's something else I don't know about...?
As I was eating my rice with a spoon, feeling uneasy for no reason, Jimin, who was sitting next to me, looked at me with concern.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I should have bought some hangover cures..."
"Huh? Oh, no! It's okay...."
"Huh? Why are you suddenly using formal language? Aren't we supposed to be using informal language all the time?"
"yes...?"
"Hahahahahaha I guess you don't remember."
As I was looking back and forth between Jimin and Jungkook with bewildered eyes, Seokjin, who had come back late after getting medicine and a band-aid, approached me and smiled lightly.
"We decided to speak informally from now on. Don't you like that?"
"Oh, no... Okay, let's do that."
I nodded my head in confusion and said I understood, and Seokjin gently placed a bandage on my forehead.
As I rolled my eyes at the distance that was closer than I thought, my eyes met with Yoongi's, who was sitting across from me.
"But, how old is the female protagonist?"
"uh...?"
"The heroine is our fan, so she probably knows a little bit about us, but we don't know her age. How old is she? Twenty-four? Twenty-five?"
"...twenty-eight."
-Cluck cluck cluck
"Wh, what...?"
My single word suddenly brought a quiet silence. A moment later, Jungkook dropped his chopsticks on the floor. Yoongi, perhaps hearing the complaint, groaned and searched for water. Namjoon, who had just finished drinking his water, spit it out.
BTS began to express their surprise at my words, each reacting differently. Then, Hoseok, who had finally come to his senses, looked at me and Yoongi with a look of disbelief.
"Then... you're the same age as Yoongi hyung?!!?"
At Hoseok's words, Bangtan spurted water again and this time started looking for a towel.
***
"Taehyung, come out quickly!! We have to go now!!"
"Oh, wait a minute!! I'll go get a neck pillow, Yeoju... No, Yeoju unnie!!"
Everyone was in the car except Taehyung. I tapped the steering wheel with my fingers as the second hand ticked by, waiting for Taehyung, while the other members sat comfortably in their seats and familiarly took out their phones.
"Huff huff... Let's, let's go!! Let's go!!!"
Taehyung ran over, hugging my neck pillow. As soon as he closed the car door, I stepped on the accelerator, fully showing off my second-year driving skills.
Thankfully, thanks to driving while observing the minimum rules, we arrived at the company just in time, and I led the bulletproof boys to the front of the recording studio.
"Sister... You didn't even explain what our schedule was..."
"Oh, that's right. I heard you finished working on the song, so I came right away to record it!"
"Huh? The song that Hoseok, Yoongi, and I are working on isn't finished yet...?"
"Ah, besides the title song. That... I mean, the gift we're going to give ARMYs when we do the magic shop. Taehyung said it would be nice if we gave him a song back then."
Only then did memories begin to slowly surface. The BTS members nodded, remembering what they had written on paper.
"Oh, then could that song be... the song we're recording now...?"
"Yeah! As soon as I saw that piece of paper, I told the CEO right away. So-"
I went behind the bulletproof boys and pushed their backs one by one with both hands.
"Let's sing quickly. For the ARMYs."
***
Meanwhile, Yoongi and Hoseok entered the recording studio first. The composer had briefly gone to the bathroom, so the two had some free time, and Yoongi took advantage of the opportunity to quench his thirst with a drink of water.
"Brother, what did you write on that paper?"
"Me? Um... what did I write?"
"What, you don't remember?"
Yoongi hesitated for a moment at Hoseok's words, then smiled and answered.
"Oh, I remember."
"love."
"What? Love? What... How can I give that right away...? It's not something material, so how will the fans notice?"
-iced coffee
-Guys, you've been waiting for a long time? Let's get started.
At that moment, the composer's voice came through the headphones. In the end, Hoseok couldn't hear Yoongi's answer and had to start recording alone, lost in thought.
"Well, I'm giving it to you. I hope you notice."
Without hearing Yoongi's last words.