The year someone turns 18 they have the opportunity to be injected with a serum that will produce a soulmate mark somewhere on their body. This serum is costly and the procedure to get the injection is not covered by insurance.
A rare illness cropp...
It doesn't take me long to get through my shower and brush my teeth once more. I glare at the wet strands of my hair however. I really don't want to waste time drying it right now. I want to get to my guys before they finish their practice, and I have to figure out another way to spend time with them. I'm not proficient at it but I decide to just loosely braid it, so at least it will keep my hair tame while it dries. Since they have already seen me without makeup I decide against doing it for now, but before we head to the venue I will make sure to squeeze in some time to do it then.
It isn't hard to find the appropriate convention room, but I grow concerned when I see a security guard standing outside of it. I wonder if it is going to be a problem to get past him. I guess there is only one way to find out.
I stride confidently up to him, and I'm about to make an attempt to convince him of who I am before the left side of his lips curve up in sort of a half-smile. He opens the door for me and steps aside. I'm only just getting over how easy that was when the door latches closed behind me.
The sound has a handful of unknown faces turning my way, along with a couple I have either seen in passing or already met. I attempt a smile by way of saying hello before I turn to where the guys are practicing choreography. There is no music but even without it I recognize the moves right away. They are just finishing up 'DNA.' What is it with us and this song? It's almost like they timed it perfectly to be practicing it as I showed up, but I am sure that isn't really the case. I know the practice is ending when they stand single file and turn their backs to those of us in front of them.
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Only moments later they break away from each other. Each grabbing a towel and a bottle of water. Namjoon heads my way while the others plop on the ground and relax. "Sorry that I couldn't make it to breakfast this morning. I was up late talking to the managers."
"About the interview tomorrow?" He isn't able to keep the surprise from his face. I quickly explain how I came to that conclusion. "Jungkook said something about it last night."
"Oh, well yes that's why I was up late last night. There weren't initially in agreement, so it took awhile to sway them to our point of view. The only way they would agree though is if Brighton would send us the list of questions he plans on asking, so we could prepare properly. We agreed to shorten practice today to go over that with everyone, and to just have a brief meeting with the entire staff on how you being in our lives will change things on tour." I'm sure Manager Sejin wanted to be the one to explain all this to me, but honestly I am thankful that it's Namjoon doing it instead. I wouldn't be as at ease with the situation if a virtual stranger had addressed me with this mass of information. "We are all going to take a shower and reconvene down here after that to begin that meeting since we already have the room reserved for a couple hours. Let me introduce you to everyone here before I go clean up."
As the guys pass me they smile warmly and wave goodbye. I swear my heart is about to burst from my chest. Once they pass Namjoon escorts me to a long table. I am amazed at the number of people, and I know for certain I am not going to remember names. I realize it is more appropriate to address them by their surnames names first but there are so many Kim, Park, and Lees that I feel like I may grow dizzy. After being introduced to eight managers, eight men from the security team (there are fifteen total but six of them are escorting the guys back to their floor and the head of security, Han-bin, is currently guarding the door), and the six female stylists I am feeling completely overwhelmed. I know he has to shower but at this point I really don't want to be left alone with these strangers. Apparently my prayers have been answered because although his hair is barely dry Yoongi walks through the door. Namjoon smiles at me and stands up to go get himself cleaned up.
