lost in translation || BTS

i am embarassed

It was so beautiful I might have as well cried. Which I did, as soon as the taxi drivers started rushing towards me. They were loud and too touchy. A few meters away, I spotted a thin man with a sign board in his hand which read makeup artist BTS, assuming that he meant me, I walked towards him. I showed him the acceptance mail I had received a few months ago as a proof that I was MUA BTS, and followed him. There was a big luxurious limo right in front us, and just when I was about to open it's door, the man walking ahead of me took a swift left turn and stood beside a tiny blue car. It looked like one of those taxis, but blue in colour. So dagnabbit adorable, I love everything about Korea. South Korea. North Korea terrifies me, and one of my friends literally said 'It'd be so romantic if you get with them in North Korea while on a trip or something'. Like, bitch. Hell no. Nothing is romantic about that.

Speaking of romance, I'm really hoping that I hit it off with them. I do not have a bias (said favourite member from the group), but I cannot assume that I'll 'at least get to date one of them'. They're way out of reach. Sure, I love them more than I loved my ex, but it is different. It's like a religious person's feelings towards their god. Not comparing BTS to a religion, but you get my point. No one would think of a romantic relationship with their entity of power. So, for me, it is enough that I get to see them and click sneaky pictures of them. And sell it for a lot of money, because I don't know why but BTS does a lot of things for money. (That came out wrong)

It's because of PD Nim probably, even their live videos cost coins to be watched. I'm lucky to be rich, puh-raise the lord.

The car ride was silent, except for the momentary bust engine noises. The streets seemed very busy and a lot of people even crashed against our car from the indistinguishable footpath. I was inside the car, with the A/C on, but I felt suffocated. After a while, we halted in front of a tall building. Honestly, it looked very sad, nevertheless I waltz into it. The man carried some of my bags although I kept explaining him that I wasn't going to stay there or anything.

Can I?

It was around 6:30am in the morning, I was tired out of my mind because I did not sleep at all out of sheer excitement. The lift was small, but it fit us both and my luggages well. I stood very close to the man, and started looking at his features. He was handsome actually. Not that bad for someone carrying bags and driving strangers. To be honest, I find almost all Asian (as in south Asian and East Asian) men attractive, and because...do not judge...they all look the same. Ah ah ah, yes I know once you get to know them it is very easy to differentiate, but a few stares won't do that. Father always said that eyes hold a lot of a person's features, and because all Asians (again, not all Asians) have similar crescent eyes, they look similar. When I first saw We Are Bulletproof by BTS, I thought that too. They all look the same. Now, even if I come across a picture of them wearing those mouth-masks and sunglasses, I can differentiate between them. The lift stopped at a certain floor, but the man signalled me to climb some stairs which was to our left. When I reached the destination, I couldn't believe my eyes. There it was, the white walls, the tube lights on the ceiling, the tiled floor- this is where half of their selfies come from. This is where half of my life begins from. I threw my handbag on the ground and ran over to one of the mirrors. Without even thinking further, I crashed my lips against it.

I swirl as my dress flew from beneath and my hair tie flew in the air. This is was dreams are made of, yes. YES! I crashed on the floor with my arms spread as if I was making a snow angel. I wanted to kiss the floor too, but then I remembered that I'd stepped on goo before I entered the building, so. The cold tile calmed my heated back bones, and the low temperature soothed me to sleep. I did not even care about the man, who by the way was long gone, probably got awkward while I did all these rituals. I don't know when, but I'd gone into a deep slumber. The cold temperature was now starting to tick me off, as I stretched the bottom of my dress to cover my entire legs. The jacket I was wearing was stuffed inside my handbag, and I was conscious but not enough to actually wake up and go to it. Suddenly, I felt two hands on my body. One gripping my shoulder, and the other gripping my waist. I thought I was about to be picked up bridal style, but my dreams were soon shattered when those hands literally pushed me on the floor like excessive clothes lying around. My skin rubbed against the floor and made squeaking sounds. I quickly woke up, and sat up straight. When my vision cleared, after I rubbed my eyes, the view I was witnessing left me dumbfounded. There he was, right in front of me, his hands still on my body but quickly retrieved. He wasn't wearing any makeup, and although I'd seen them without it, this was up close. His bare face was very different. It changed the way my heart felt towards them, really. His beautiful face looked....it looked very....unnatural.

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Loves them only for their gorgeous face, huh. Such a hoe.

HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY JOONBUG! ❤️❤️