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After several hours or an eternity later (as I felt), I finally opened my eyes. I tried to blink a few times to get the focus of the room which was too white. I felt as if I was in heaven. Isn't heaven supposed to be white? Why would a normal person have a white room with a white ceiling, white walls, and everything white? It made no sense to me. "I hope I didn't die," I mumbled to myself with panic laced in my voice.

Suddenly, I noticed that I was laying on a white and soft cloud-like bed. I moved my head and found myself in a huge, well-furnished, dreamy room, which was bigger than combining two rooms of my house.

I tried getting up but groaned when I felt as if my head was about to burst. I tried my left arm to reach my head and it felt heavier. I was surprised to see the plaster on my left arm.

I was so shocked that I wanted to shout my lungs out, which I did. Not long after, I heard a few steps running toward the room I was in. I was scared to death as I didn't know where I was and what had happened to me.

"Are they angels? Or maybe devils? But why would devils be in heaven? So... angels are coming?" I talked to myself as my heartbeat increased. All I could think of doing was to take the blanket in my right hand and cover my face completely with it. I could listen to the door opening, so I nervously peeped out of my blanket and I was astounded.

BTS? Was I really with those 7 guys who I loved and adored all my life? Are they in heaven too? Or am I the only one... I took the blanket off and tried to pinch my cheek. To my surprise, none of this was a dream. It was the truth. They were real. They were standing right in front of me. But wait, what happened and why was I here? The questionable look took over my face which completely suppressed the excitement I had after seeing them.

Namjoon stepped forward and inquired politely, "Are you all right? Are you in pain? You scared us. Shall I call the doctor?" His English was smooth (like butter), as I had been seeing in the interviews. Is he sure he has learned to speak English by watching FRIENDS? I mean, his English is better than the majority of the Indian population. 

And I kept staring at him as if he visited me in my dreams and I had to enjoy the moment or else the bubble of my dream would be busted if I woke up. He looked so handsome in his simple clothes and messy hair.

I almost forgot that I had to answer Namjoon who was genuinely concerned about my health, but instead, my eyes began searching for the one I loved the most.

TAEHYUNG! I tried searching for him and I found him hiding behind Jungkook with a sad face. He was avoiding my gaze and was looking down. I felt as if I was an uninvited guest and had barged into their privacy. The thought saddened me which made me frown. What if he hates me?

I had no courage to keep looking at him. So once again I shifted my gaze towards Namjoon and responded politely, "I'm fine, but in pain too. What exactly happened to me? Why am I here? And why is there a bandage on my head, a plaster on my left arm, and a sprain bandage on my left leg?" I bombarded those questions as if those were the North Korean soldiers and me, being a South Korean soldier had to protect my country from them with the few bullets I had.

Namjoon's face went back to normal as his furrowed brows and creases on his face were no longer present on his face like it was a minute back. He smiled politely which displayed the cute dimples on his cheeks. He shook his head gently as if he was expecting those questions.

Before he could say a word, a cute little brown and black puppy entered the room and jumped on the bed. He came closer to me and sat on my lap. The puppy seemed familiar, which made me caress him with a smile while the puppy sat calmly in my lap as if he knew me for ages.

And suddenly Taehyung came out of Jungkook's protection and said, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me and Yeontan." Hearing his deep-velvety voice from so close sent shivers down my spine. However, I coughed and shook off all my feelings, observing him keenly without uttering a word. He was looking down all the time as if he was very ashamed of something and it broke my heart. Perhaps what could he be ashamed of?

Suddenly, the puppy stood up on my lap and began licking my lips, making me smile at the cuteness. Okay, WAIT! So this puppy is the famous Kim Yeontan who every fangirl is jealous of, including me. But what is he sorry for?

Namjoon patted Taehyung's shoulder sadly and took the lead. "Well, we were on a fan meet in Seoul itself. Yeontan was with our staff all the time. After the event ended, Tae took him back. But he was so tired after all those busy hours that he jumped out of Tae's hold and ran away. The crew members and all 7 of us were worried about him. We followed him, but he was very fast."

I mouthed "O" thinking about the puppy that I saw on the street. It was running fast too.

Namjoon coughed to grab my attention and continued speaking gently, "We divided ourselves into 2 groups. Tae, I, and Jungkook were in one group while Yoongi hyung, Jimin, Hobi, and Jin hyung were in another. When the 3 of us kept searching for him, we saw a little crowd on the road, gathered in a circle. There was complete chaos. I was afraid to get closer, because if the people recognized us then we could be in trouble. But Tae was very worried about Yeontan and was about to shed tears. So we took a chance. To our surprise, you were lying unconscious on the road while holding Yeontan tightly in your arms. We called our manager and he called for the ambulance. You were taken with us to our dorm, as it was risky for us to take you to the hospital."

I nodded my head, understanding the situation. I smiled a little, caressing Yeontan, feeling glad for the fluffball to be safe. Suddenly, the smile on my face morphed into a frown when I remembered my mother who I was talking to before the accident. All I could exclaim was, "MOM! I was on a call with my mom. Damn! She must be worried. How many hours did it take for me to wake up?"

"5 hours," Jungkook responded shyly which only increased my heartbeat with nervousness.

Namjoon checked the expressions on my face. He spoke again, "You were thoroughly examined by our doctor. You had a sort of concussion as you hit your head hard, though nothing more serious. And you sprained your left leg, fractured your left arm with few bruises over your legs and hands."

Finally, I sighed, understanding why one side of my body was wrapped as if I was some Egyptian mummy.

They all began talking amongst themselves in Korean while I continued to stare at them like the whipped girl I was, not noticing a dumb smile on my face. I noticed Jimin checking something on his phone which made me realize that I didn't have my phone with me.

Oh, Lord! I threw my bag and phone on the street before running to save Yeontan. I couldn't help but inquire again a bit nervously this time, "What about my luggage? I mean my phone and bag? I had my passport and money in it."

Yoongi walked ahead and answered tiredly in his cute broken English, "Please don't worry. We...we have everything. We have informed your eomma... I mean mom as it was our duty. We assured her that we will take care of her, meaning you. All you need to do is take a rest for now. If you will worry more, your headache... it will continue and it will take longer for you to get better."

I nodded my head and glanced at all their faces again. Now that I notice, they look really tired. These events must be really tiresome for them which made me feel sad for my favorite boyband.

"By the way, did your agency approve of me staying here with you all in your dorm?" I asked nervously, biting my lower lip. I didn't want to bother them much. Especially when they were tired, but I was genuinely curious.

This time it was Jin who responded, "It was... our fault why you are injured. So, why wouldn't they? But of course, you can't leave the dorm till you get okay. You will follow rules... or else you would be in a trouble with our ARMY."

Except for Namjoon, all of their English was so broken, yet too cute to listen to that I felt lucky to see them for real, listen to them, and most important of all, be worried for me, a normal girl and not a real ARMY as they didn't know the actual reason why I came to Seoul. Now I was in a dilemma, which is to tell them everything or to pretend as if I wasn't excited to see them.

And suddenly I remembered what if they saw the picture on the lock screen of my phone? That would be embarrassing! Shall I ask them if they saw it or not, or act normal and wait for them to ask?

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Extra info (for non-fans)

1. The BTS fans call themselves the ARMY, which stands for "Adorable Representative M.C. for Youth"

2. About BTS: BTS, also known as the Bangtan Boys, is a seven-member South Korean boy band that began formation in 2010 and debuted in 2013 under Big Hit Entertainment. BTS (방탄소년단) consists of 7 members: RM (Rap Monster/Namjoon), Jin, Suga (Yoongi), Hobi (J-hope), Jimin, Taehyung (V), and Jungkook (JK).

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