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Then he spoke.

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"Hi y/n, it's nice to meet you." He stuck his hand out. His english was not as good as his friends, the Korean accent much stronger, but you could understand him just fine. His voice was mesmerizing and deep, and all you could think of was a hot knife cutting thru butter. You found yourself looking at his hand. It was large, with long, thin fingers, delicate, almost pretty. You swallowed, your throat feeling suddenly dry.

Namjoon nudged you with his elbow, and you jumped, realizing that you were staring. You quickly stuck your hand into his, shaking it as seemed to be the custom here upon greeting someone. This wasn't much different from home, except it was more common among men meeting men in the USA.

He held onto your hand for longer then necessary, and you looked up, your eyes meeting his. They seemed to sparkle, and he smiled, before letting go. "Welcome to Seoul."

"Thank you." It came out as a whisper, and he winked at you. Your palm was tingling.

Jimin came closer, and said hi, shaking your hand as well. He had this presence about him, he moved with confidence, and you wondered what he did for a living. He was very poised, and just seemed...flawless.

"So how bout we play, what d'ya say y/n? Ready to have some fun?" Namjoon was hopping up and down, full of energy.

"Yeah, sure...let's do it." It sounded like fun, and you hadn't had fun in a long time. You smiled, and followed him to a game that was two player, as Jimin and Taehyung continued with the game they had been playing when you arrived.

You decided you were glad you had sat on that bench under the cherry blossom trees, and even more glad that Namjoon sat next to you, and had chosen to speak to you. Even though you believed it would be hard to keep your heart beating at a normal rate, cause let's be honest, they were all damn attractive, you felt like hanging out with them was exactly what you needed. It wasn't like you expected it to become a regular occurance. You were sure once the night was over, and you parted ways, you'd likely not run into them again. You just wanted to have fun and enjoy hanging out with them while you had the chance.

Namjoon challenged you to a racing game, and after two races, you had each won once. You decided the third race would determine the winner. After a few intense laps, he won, because he ran you off the track, spinning you around. You called him a cheater, but his defense was that he hadn't learned to drive yet, because driving wasn't necessary in Seoul, he was able to walk or bike everywhere, so running you off the road had been an accident. You shook your head, and told him that was a poor excuse, especially since it was the tie breaking race. He smirked at you, and shrugged his shoulders.

You looked around, noticing a ping pong table across the room, and grabbed Namjoon's hand, pulling him along behind you as you grinned like a little kid getting an ice cream cone. You loved ping pong, and you were  good at ping pong. You grabbed the ball and paddles, handing him one. He looked at you, eyebrows raised. "You sure you wanna take me on? I'm undefeated..."

You heard a snort, and looked up to see Taehyung walking towards you.

Dear God in heaven, help me, long legs encased in snug jean's...one hand in his pocket, the other doing something on his phone

"Undefeated at what, missing the ball?"

"Shut up Tae. I'd like to see you do better."

"I can play ping pong, I was the reigning champ in school."

"Fine then, here. You play. I hope y/n kicks your ass at this."

Oh God, you were good, but you would not beat this man. You would not be able to focus long enough to beat him. He had taken the paddle from Namjoon, and set his phone down on the chair closest to him. You watched as his long fingers curled around the handle of the paddle. He smiled at you from across the table. "You gonna serve, y/n?"

You bit your lip. Okay, hopefully you don't make a fool of yourself. You served the ball, and it bounced over the net, meeting his paddle, and sailing back across the table. This went on for a minute or two, and you stayed focused on the ball, making every shot with ease, feeling confident. Until he started singing, in Korean, and you missed. You fucking missed because you didn't even swing the damn paddle. You were to busy staring in awe, your mouth agape, as your heart skipped a beat, or several. Not only did he look like an angel, he fucking sounded like one too.

He smirked. "You gonna get the ball?"

You closed your mouth, and swallowed. You turned to see if you could spot the ball, only to see Jimin walking towards you from wherever he had been, the ping pong ball in his hand. He grinned. "You're not letting him win, are you?"

This was the first time he had spoken other than saying hi. His english was a bit harder to understand, but not impossible.

"I don't intend to let him win." He handed you the ball. "Thank you."

You turned back to the table, only to see Taehyung watching you, his head tilted slightly, a small lopsided smile playing on his lips, one hand on his hip, the other spinning the paddle it was holding. "You're not quitting, are you? Afraid you'll lose?"

You raised your eyebrows at him. Shit. This might end up being the most difficult game of ping pong you've ever played. "I'm not giving up. But no singing... its...distracting."

"There's no rule that says I can't sing." He looked at you smugly.

"Fine, sing then, if it's the only way you think you can win." You smiled sweetly. As hot as he was, you had a feeling he was probably also exasperating at times.

He narrowed his eyes at you, and you could see that he was chewing on the inside of his lip. Jimin and Namjoon both taunted him loudly from the sidelines.

"Serve the ball." He commanded. "First one to miss loses."

It was intense. You were focused, determined not to be the first one to miss. You tried to tire him out, hitting where you thought he wouldn't be, so that he had to move quickly...but he seemed to be ready for it every time, and actually didn't seem tired at all. You were getting tired. You weren't going to give up, and let him win, but you didn't know how much longer you could keep up.

Jimin and Namjoon were quiet, watching you both with great interest. Another minute passed, and you were about out of stamina. You misjudged, and missed.

You leaned forward, your hands on your knees, catching your breath, while that idiot stood there dancing in a circle with a huge smile on his face. He wasn't even out of breath. You stood straight again, and you couldn't help but to smile at his goofyness.

Namjoon walked up to you, hand in the air for a high five. "That was a great game."

You laughed. "Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I'm wore out now."

"Well, I can walk you to your hotel now if you're ready to head that way."

"I probably should get back and try to get a few hours of sleep, or I'll never cure this jet lag."

"I can walk her."

You looked up to see Taehyung looking at the two of you. Namjoon looked at him, then at you. You shrugged.

"Honestly, if you just tell me which way to go, neither one of you has to trouble yourselves. It is pretty late, I'm sure you all want to get home as well."

"It's not as easy from here as it was from Yeouiseo-ro street. I'd be afraid you might lose your way." Namjoon looked at you, his brows drawn together in concern.

"I said I'd walk her. It's no trouble, really. I'm not going home yet, so I'll be walking around anyway. I wanna see if I can get some good shots with my new camera."

Taehyung stood there with his hands in his pockets, and you noticed that there was indeed a camera hanging from a strap around his neck.

"If y/n is okay with it, then yeah, that makes sense." Namjoon glanced at you.

"Okay, sure, thank you. I really appreciate it." And you did, because you really weren't sure you could get back to the hotel on your own, even with directions.

You looked at Namjoon. "Thank you so much for...sitting next to me, and speaking to me, my evening would have been pretty boring otherwise. It was great to meet you. All of you. I had so much fun." 

"We had fun too, y/n. We should do this again soon. If you'd like, we can exchange numbers, and I can text you sometime, so we can all hang out again."

You looked at him in surprise. "Really? You'd wanna hang out with me again?"

"Sure we would. You're all alone here in Seoul, and it seems you need some friends. You haven't even met everyone yet. There's four more to this crew."

Oh my, four more? You wondered if they are all this attractive.

"Uh, yeah, that would be great, actually." You pulled your phone out, opening your contacts. He did the same, and handed you his, taking yours and typing his information in. Jimin and Taehyung had pulled their phones out as well, and you swapped them around a few more times. Once you all had each others numbers, you said goodbye to the two staying, as Taehyung led the way out the door, asking you what hotel you were staying at. You opened your phone case, pulling the key card out, and handing it to him. He looked at it, frowning for a second.

"Something wrong?" You asked, biting your lip worriedly.

"No" he shook his head, "this place is close to where I live."

"Oh, um, I'm sorry?"

"What? Why are you sorry?"

"I...uh, well, you were frowning. I figured you must be upset about it."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No pabo, I'm just worried that since you're staying so close to where I live, I won't be able to resist stopping by to pester you."

Your heart just did a little thing. What the hell.

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A/n: pabo = fool/idiot