• || "Bonjour" || A BTS Fanfiction •

Chapter 1: Drugs. Drugs everywhere

And I was fired from my job.
Again.

Life is unbelievably great, seriously.

It was so horribly hard to find a translator's job in France, but I didn't even have the money to go find a job in the US or in Korea.

This really really sucks.

I was grumbling injuries over my phone, that was still flashing me the number of my last boss as if it wanted to make fun of me.

I quickly shut off the screen and pushed it deeply inside the pocket of my gray oversized hoodie, trying to calm myself down listening to some random music.

My name's Lynn, Han Sung Lynn, well that's my Korean name at least. My real name's Lynn Travis, I'm actually turning 20 in a few months and I just lost my job.

I'm supposed to work as a translator for companies and stuff, as I speak fluently french ( my native language ), english and korean, but it seems like luck loves to flip me off.

I start to believe I'm the luckiest person on earth, just after that guy that died because kids threw a TV from the 12th floor and he was just under it.

I started wandering freely in the streets of Paris, definitely not wanting to go back in my small flat and look at the flies until someone gives me the great honor of calling me.

I walked for what could be like 20 minutes, and then went to the nearest coffee shop to warm myself up a bit. We were only in October, but the cold was already slowly creeping after 3pm. I commanded a hot hot hot chocolate, and added a pretty big portion of cinnamon in it like always. I honestly love cinnamon so much I could marry a pack of cinnamon rolls. Really.

I started mumbling incoherently again, what was I gonna do ? The people next to me were looking at me in a weird way, did they never see someone talking to himself aloud ? I started to panic a bit though, I had no job for god knows how long, I had my rent and my food to pay ( even though I was already only eating cupped noodles and caned fruits sometimes if I was lucky ), and I didn't even know the reason this *beeep* fired me.

GREAT.

I sipped slowly on my hot chocolate, smiling to myself because of the sweet and powerful taste of cinnamon. I was definitely weird, I was panicking yet smiling because of FOOD. Wow.

Or maybe it was because my ears recognized the soft and delicate beginning of “No more dreams”? Man, BTS was the only thing that could make me happy whatever the situation.

The only problem was, as much as I loved these guys as my own best friends, I tried my best not to watch many videos of them, because I knew I wouldn't be proactive for months if I ever did. Seriously, I could stay weeks watching a loop of 'INFIRES MAN !'. And since I know that, I try to protect my health at least on that point ( when you eat cupped noodles 24/7 you need at least to do that ).

But in the end, I always let myself go to watch one or two, because I keep getting attracted again and again to them even though I flee. I'm so weak.

But maybe that's also because I have very few friends ? I mean, I never was the popular colorful butterfly, but I had quite a few friends back in high school. I didn't really know when we started to split up, but our relationships slowly became more and more fake until we naturally just stopped talking. I don't resent them though, I always had been extremely changing, so much in fact that people thought I had a mental problem.

Which I kinda have in fact, I guess.
It feels pretty weird to feel extreme emotions like a novel or anime heroine, but it sometimes had it's good sides.