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“A day in the park,” Emily sighs as we stop to take a rest on a bench. “This is so nice.”
“It is a beautiful day out,” I smooth out my black skirt. “I’m glad we got to try out a new outfit.”
“I really like your shirt. White with black polka dots is so cute, and goes with your skirt perfectly.”
“Thank you. I think my black Converse pull everything together.”
“They do. They really do.”
“I like your outfit as well. You can pull off jean shorts better than anyone. Must be because you don’t have big thighs like me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with big thighs.”
“Means I have to wear a skirt.”
“You look very cute in the skirt.”
I look up at the sky. “Your shirt is really cool. Black stripes across red is fitting for you.”
“Thanks,” Emily sighs. “I think these black heeled boots are my favorite shoes now.”
I smile and look at my best friend. “What do we do now?”
She shrugs and looks at me. “Well, I’m not ready to go back to the apartment.”
“There is still a lot of the park left to be explored. I think I saw a map before we sat down.”
“So did I,” Emily stands up and stretches out her back for just a second. “I’ll go check it out. You stay here and look adorable.”
I nod and lean back into the bench. “Just because I wandered off to look at the ducks, now I can’t be trusted,” I smirk.
“Well, I just don’t want to lose you. We are in a foreign country, and you do have slight ADD.”
“It’s not that bad. You know I hate when people point it out,” I cross my arms over my chest and look away. “Besides, the doctor says I’m just hyper with a low attention span.”
“That is you,” Emily pats my head. “You are always changing, so maybe, it,” Emily knows not to say the four letters again or I will go crazy. “Is no longer a part of you. That is possible.”
I shrug, “I won’t know until my next medical exam.”
“Regardless, you are still my best friend and I love you. You are you for a reason. No mental illness will define you, Amber.”
I smile and look back at Emily. “Thank you. For putting up with my shit, and being a good friend. I don’t know how I could live without you.”
“I don’t know how I could live without you.”
“How is it that you are younger than me but seem wiser?”
“I have younger siblings that need me to be grown up when my parents aren’t around.”
“Oh yeah. I always forget about that.”
“Nice talk then,” Emily smiles. “I’ll go check out that map.” She turns on her heel and walks off.
I look down at my shoes, and just watch them scrap the pavement.
“Um, pardon me,” a deep, kind of confused voice snaps me out of my trace.
“Yes?” I look up and am met with a very cute Korean boy.
“You, okay?” He asks. It’s easy to tell that he isn’t super sure he is saying the right words. His brown eyebrows are knitted together in concern.
“Oh, yeah. I’m good,” I give a smile to portray I truly am.
“Good.” The concern washes off his face and a rectangular smile takes over. “Name?”
“My name is Amber,” I pat the spot next to me. “Yours is?”
“Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.” He sits down next to me.
“Nice to meet you, Taehyung.”
“You are from, America?” Taehyung’s accent is beyond cute, and he seems very limited in his knowledge of English.
“Yes, I am. What are you doing here?”
As Taehyung takes time to process my words, I take in his looks. He has brown hair just the right length to stay out of his eyes. Oh, his eyes are pools of the smoothest brown that I could get lost in. His lips are pink and smooth; nose to cute for me; both ears pierced, with one double pierced. Even as we sit on the park bench, he towers over me.
“Work break,” he answers.
I look at his outfit and can’t think of one place where he could possibly work.
Taehyung’s wearing black basketball shorts, gray tennis shoes, and a t-shirt with BTS across it.
“Where do you work? How old are you?” I blurt the second question without thinking.
“Big Hit Entertainment. Nineteen. What is your age?”
“I am fifteen in America, so I guess sixteen here. And you are eighteen in America.”
“Yes,” he nods. It’s hard to tell if he is understanding all I say.
“What do you do at Big Hit?”
“I am in music group. Bangtan Sonyeodan, or BTS. I sing and dance.”
I feel my head flip at his answer. “You are really in a group?”
“I really am in music group. Yes.”
“That’s so cool!”
A deep, hearty chuckle escapes him. “It is very fun.”
“I bet. What is your stage name?”
“Oh, V,” I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment at my mistake. “Sorry, your accent, I’m not used to it.”
“That is cute,” he pulls his phone out of his shorts pocket. “May I have number?”
“My number?” I point at the middle of my chest.
“Yes,” he nods.
“So I see you again,” he has become more confident as our conversation has progressed. “Do you not?”
“No, I want to see you again.” I get my phone out of my skirt pocket.
We swap phones, and quickly put our numbers into one another’s. Then we swap back and put out phones away.
“Do you have to leave soon?” I ask.
“Maybe,” he shrugs.
“Oh,” I cross my ankles.
“Tae!” a voice not as deep as Taehyung’s rings out.
“Ttong,” Taehyung closes his eyes for a few seconds.
I giggle once I realize his use of a cuss word.
We sit in silence for the next moment as the owner of the voice makes his way over to us.
“Hi,” I wave at the boy.
“Hello,” he glances at me before looking at Taehyung. Then he starts speaking in Korean and I can’t catch anything he says.
“Um, sillyehabnida,” I remember how to say excuse me.
The boys stop talking and look at me. Shock and confusion written on their faces.
“I only speak a little Korean,” I explain. “So little I forget I can even speak it.”
“I see,” the new boy looks me up and down. “That’s like Tae here with English.”
“He and I were having a pretty good conversation, though. His English is better than my Korean.”
“Interesting. He’s getting better than.”
“Right here,” Taehyung pouts.
“So, who are you?” I ask the stranger.
“Namjoon. Ah, Kim Namjoon, I mean,” the boy answers. “Also known as Rap Monster from BTS. I’m sure Tae here already told you what he does for a living.”
“He did,” I nod. “It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon. How come you speak English so well?”
“I taught myself since I knew I would probably need it one day.”
“That’s amazing. So, are you the same age as Taehyung?”
“No, I am older. Nineteen in America, and twenty in Korea.”
“I really get confused with the ages, so I’ll disregard the second age.”
“Fine by me,” Namjoon smiles. His hair is bleached, his nose a little wide, darker eyes than Taehyung, a blocky face with a defined jaw line, ears pierced, and just a few inches taller than Taehyung. “I need to cut this conversation short, however, as we need to go back to work.”
“Amber!” Emily’s voice fills my ears.
I turn and see her powerwalking towards me. “Took you long enough!”
“Who that?” Taehyung asks.
“That’s my best friend, Emily,” I turn back to the boys. “Too bad she won’t get to know you two.”
“Tell her about us,” Namjoon pulls Taehyung off the bench. “We really have to go.”
“All right,” I smile. “Have fun singing and dancing.”
“I shall text you,” Taehyung blurts out.
“I look forward to it,” I giggle.”
“Tae, come on,” Namjoon pulls the boy away from me. “Bye Amber, until we meet again.”
“Bye guys. I look forward to seeing you again.
The two boys nod and then rush off, just as Emily steps up next to me.
“Who were those guys?” She asks the obvious question.
“Taehyung and Namjoon. They are in a group called BTS.” I stand up. “Cute, right?”
“I didn’t get a good look, so sure.”
“I really hope that they will be our ticket to an even more amazing summer.”
There is a lot I like about this chapter. The cute moment between Amber and Emily, the outfits they are wearing, and, of course, introducing Taehyung and Namjoon! :D I hope you liked those things as well. I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments. :)