The Ahjumma pushed me into the practice room, I just stood there and stared at them as this horrible feeling in my gut grew. AHH.

Namjoon smiled then stepped forward and spoke in English "Hey Sena, I'm Namjoon... The one you won't have to teach!" he said chuckling.
I swallowed hard and nervously laughed, "H-h-hiii Namjoon, nice to meet you, maybe you could help me with my Korean when I get stuck?" he gave me a cheesy smile and nodded.

My eyes wandered over to the other members, they all lightly bowed and said "Hello" one by one. Jungkook seemed really shy, it was really adorable. "Nice to meet you noona, I'm looking forward to being taught English" After he greeted me, he looked down at his shoes. (Which were fabulous by the way).

Then, finally, there was Jimin, he smiled and greeted me like the others but he didn't bow, I mean it actually makes sense that he wouldn't. He's older than me afterall, I guess the others only bowed because technically I'm their "teacher".
But there was a strange cold look in Jimin's eyes that sent shivers down my spine. He just stared at me, observed me, I could feel his eyes on me, judging me. I felt uncomfortable and anxious...

Jimin was my favourite. I mean I love them all...but he just makes me rksnakssknajsbakabs. So I can't exactly look into his eyes, or at him in general, for too long. Or else my body and mind would cease to function and I don't even know what sort of sounds I'll make.

I couldn't bare the silence any longer,
"Hello, it's nice to meet you all. I hope that I can be of help to you and that we can all get along together" I said nervously.
And that was it.

My first encounter with all the boys, Jimin seemed so much nicer the first time we met, maybe he forgot about that incident? Well I hope he did at least, I literally tackled him down, I mean I don't exactly regret it buuut~

Their choreographer called the boys back to the centre of the room to continue practicing, and the Ahjumma pulled me out.
I didn't like this Ahjumma.

She explained to me what my job exactly was and what it required from me: First of all, even though there will only be two actual English lessons a week- to be given to all members except Kim Namjoon, I was required to be present almost 24/7. I was to be "available" when ever any of the boys need help with anything regarding English, I was also 'encouraged' to converse in English with the members on a regular basis. Apart from that, I was to be the "official" translator for bangtan bombs and the "official" translator for abroad activities so... wait for it.... when the boys tour, I got to blimmin tour with them.KYAH. FREE CONCERTS BISHES.

However, there was a slight problem. BIGHIT wanted me to move into one of the apartments in the same building as BTS; So they could literally ask for help whenever they wanted.
Basically this job was much more demanding than I expected.

My first day happened to just be a tour and introduction of the company. I told Sariah all about it when I got home, she was excited when I told her about Namjoon... or as we call him, NamJohn. Just because. We also call Jin "Sock-Gin"; I was considering buying a car just to name it Jimin- so I could park Jimin.

Anywayyyyy, Sariah wasn't too thrilled about the fact that I'd technically be moving out.
"DONT LEAVE MEEEE. UNNIE. PLEASE."
I yelled back, "THINK THIS THROUGH. YOU CAN VISIT ME AND YOU MAY BUMP INTO A CERTAIN SOMEO-" she squealed and jumped on me at the idea of bumping into BTS. "OML YES YOURE RIGHT." She ran into the bedroom and walked out with a few suitcases in her hands. She was already packing my stuff away with a wide grin on her face.

The next morning I carried my stuff into my new apartment- the building of the BTS dorm- I went back and forth from the car twice, on my last round all I was carrying was a small suitcase and my handbag. On the way to my apartment I noticed that one of the doors were open... but it wasn't an accommodation or anything, it was a gym. I took a quick peak through the door to see a grey room full of exercise machines.

"-Hello."
an exhausted voice breathed from behind me. I jumped and bumped into them.

I guess you could say I backed up into them... My butt touched this person... fabulous. I turned around to see a man's torso.
He was dripping in sweat and breathing extremely heavy from working out, clearly he did that regularly by the look of his perfectly sculpted arms. I stared at him, it was Jimin.

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~A/n Hey everyone. Jimin is love, Jimin is life. I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. Thanks for reading! 사랑해 💜💜