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“I promise this will be the last meeting in this café,” Namjoon looks at me and then Emily.
“So, where will we meet the last member?” I question.
“At the Big Hit building where we practice.”
“Really?” Emily’s eyes widen a tad. “That will be so cool. You could teach us to dance.”
Namjoon chuckles, “If the time permits. You might be watching us dance for most of the time.”
“That would be fine by me,” I shove my right hand into my short pocket. “So, who are we meeting today?”
“Ah yes, the reason we are here,” Namjoon seems to tease. “His name is Park Jimin. Jimin is his stage name. He is eighteen, older than Tae.”
“So, the youngest is left,” I bite my bottom lip briefly. “Oh, if you guys aren’t doing on the fourth, Emily, Nari, and I are throwing a little party.”
“For the national holiday of Fourth of July back home,” Emily explains. “Lots of American food and probably pop music. Lots of video game playing.”
“I’ll see if we can make it,” Namjoon slightly smiles. “No promises. Now, let’s head in.”
The three of us enter the café and go straight to our regular booth. Drinks are already waiting for us, and we slight into our spots without much thought.
Taehyung grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. “Jimin hyung, this is Amber, and her best friend Emily.”
“Ah, so you are famous Amber,” Jimin smirks. His face is just a tad chubby and makes him look overly cute. His hair isn’t as long as the others; his hair is, however, black as a moonless night. He has brown eyes that you can tell are brown. His lips are plump, he has a plump nose, and is probably close to Taehyung’s height. It dawns on me now, that all the members have their ears pierced at least a few times.
“Does Taehyung really talk about Amber a lot?” Emily looks up at Namjoon.
My cheeks heat up, and I can’t think of what to say. This conversation has started off really embarrassing for me.
“Every day,” Namjoon answers. “He’s fallen, is the saying, head over heels?”
“That would be right,” I grab my drink and bring it to my face to block my blush.
“It was cute, but now we do anything to shut him up. He’s hyper already.”
“And now he’s a lovesick puppy,” Emily finishes for Namjoon.
“Puppies?” Jimin asks.
“Shit, I forgot about his English,” Namjoon brings a hand up to his temple. “You girls makes me forget that I have to speak Korean every so often.”
“Sorry,” I put my drink down. “We should say something.”
“Next time. Just give me a few minutes to translate.”
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