You arrived at Incheon International Airport. This is your first time in Korea and it's not just a casual travel but you are moving permanently. You noticed that there were a lot of people crowding over one area of the airport. It caught your attention for a moment. There were cameras and reporters and what could be fans holding up sign boards. You're not very good at Korean yet so you can barely understand what the writings on the fan board say. Seeing that much crowd built up the anxiety in you so you hurried along to get to immigration then to your luggage.

The questions from the immigration officer were fairly simple and he let you pass easily, welcoming you to South Korea. You skipped with a smile on your face, excited to get your luggage and arrive at your new apartment.

You wait at carousel number 2 where your baggage would roll by. You wait patiently, observing the people around you. Everybody so far had been polite and welcoming. You noticed that a lot are on their phone and a group of girls to the right are giggling over their phone. There was a shriek somewhere and the crowd from earlier appeared once again. Your curiosity roused, you were ready to go and look at what's causing the commotion but a clatter to your left caught your attention.

A woman around her forties or fifties dropped her bags and it opened, spilling the contents on the floor. Other people were too busy looking at the commotion so you decided to help her. With all your might, you tried to speak in Korean, asking her if she's okay.

"I'm okay," the ajumma (you learned that that's how old ladies are addressed) smiled gratefully. You helped her put her stuff back in her luggage then you noticed she got a cut on her left hand.

"You have a cut on your hand. Let me help you." You fished a clean handkerchief from your bag and wrapped it around the ajumma's bleeding hand.

"Ah, thank you. What's your name?"

Before you could answer, a man came running towards the woman, "Mrs. Kim! Are you okay? You suddenly left the group! We were worried – ah, you have a cut on your hand!"

"I'm okay, this young lady helped me. My luggage must had a loose lock and the contents spilled."

The man bowed to you, "Thank you very much."

"Oh, it's no problem. Let me help you." You picked up Mrs. Kim's carry on and the man carried the opened luggage.

You followed them towards the other side of the airport where a tinted door was. In front of it were the cameras and reporters, filed outside, waiting for something or someone. You looked up and the sign above the door says: VIP Lounge. You wondered why you were heading that way. You hesitantly followed the two with Mrs. Kim insisting you and her have tea together. You know it's impolite to decline so you smiled and accepted her invitation. The men in suit outstretched their arms to push back the reporters as you, Mrs. Kim, and the man pass through.

The man talked to the receptionist next to the door and she said something in Korean that you barely understood but you heard "BTS."

Inside the lounge was beautiful. The walls were velvet red and the lights were a dim yellow. There were white vases with fresh lilies in them. The floor was a soft red carpet that made your feet relax from the long travel. You felt at ease and at the same time out of place. Who is this old woman?

You followed them, turning to a left then to a big room with couches and platters of food on the center table. There were a lot of people in there, people talking on their phone, cameras being packed, luggage everywhere. The ajumma lightened up to the group of men on the couch.

Your heart skipped a beat. You're familiar with their faces. They are taking the world by storm right now and you are in the same room as them. You don't know what to do with your hands or your face.

You tried to listen to their conversation but as a starting immigrant, your Korea is quite poor but you seemed to get the gist of the conversation.

"Eomma, what happened to your hand?"

"Ah, it's nothing. It's just a little bruise. This young lady helped me with my luggage." The ajumma pointed at you with a smile.

You managed a weak smile as he looked at you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears and your hands were turning cold. Kim Seokjin, you recognized. He was taller than you with soft, black hair and porcelain skin; just like in the pictures. But in person he is so much handsomer and his shoulders were broad.

He bowed to you, "Thank you for helping my mom." You translated in your mind.

"I don't think she speaks Korean that well." The man from earlier said in Korean.

You wanted to correct him but it's true.

Jin looked at him then back at you. He bowed once again and thanked you in English.

"Oh, no. I understand a little bit." You managed to say in Korean even though it came off as a stutter.

"Come, have a seat." Mrs. Kim sat on the couch as the other members gave way. You passed by Jin who gave you a grateful smile. Next to him with his arms resting on Jin's shoulder was, as you recognized, J-Hope or Hoseok.

You took a seat next to ajumma and she poured tea on a cup. She handed it to you and you thanked her, your hands almost spilling the tea because of nervousness.

Namjoon on the couch opposite to you and next to him was Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. You were nervous more than ever but it doubled when Jin sat next to you. You caught a whiff of his scent and it made your heart beat faster. His smell is what you would call "boyfriend smell." It smelled like ivory and something else manly. You couldn't rack your brain because you try to stabilize your trembling hand.

"So, Noona," Taehyung politely started, "are you here on a trip?"

You shook your head, "I'm actually moving here in Korea."

"Oh, that's a big step!" Namjoon commented.

"Are you here alone or are you with family?" Jin's mother asked.

"I'm here alone." You didn't want to sound pitiful but being independent is actually a strong face you had to put on.

Jin shifted next to you and you flinched.

"Eomma, what happened anyway? How did – uhh" he turned to you, "I'm sorry, we haven't introduced ourselves yet."

You thought they didn't have to introduce themselves because everyone knows them but you realized he's referring to you. Before you could respond, Jimin chirped up, "I'm Jimin."

"V but you can call me Taehyung."

"Namjoon or RM."

"Hoseok or J-Hope."

"Jungkook."

"Suga."

"And I'm Jin and you've met my mom,"

"I'm Y/N. it's nice to meet all of you," you gave a small bow, hoping that your gesture was right.

A handsome man with glasses who is very tall walked towards the group. "Who is this?"

"Ah, Manager Sejin, this is Y/N. She helped Jin-hyung's mom. Do we have any first aid?" Jimin replied.

You bowed to Manager Sejin and he gave back a bow before turning around and getting a first aid kid.

"Can we give you a lift back to your apartment?" Ajumma offered.

You looked around you and felt embarrassed, "Oh, thank you but I don't want to inconvenience you."

"It's okay. Manager Sejin might have a car to spare. I'll go ask." Jin smiled and stood up, walking towards their manager.

You melt in his smile and his lips are so full you could just kiss him. How can a handsome man like him exist? You glanced at his mom and you notice a bit of facial similarities. You wondered what Jin's father look like. In fact, you wondered what these boys' parents look like. They all look so pretty.

Manager Sejin looked at you then said something to Jin. You couldn't hear their conversation so you just turned to Jin's mother, "Thank you for the tea but I should go now. I don't want to inconvenience any of you." You glanced at the other boys and they were talking to each other. You felt how lucky you are but you know this is just a brief moment of joy.

"No, I insist. I will drive you if I have to." She laughed and you managed a smile. Mrs. Kim stood up and walked towards Manager Sejin and Jin.

You set down the teacup and breathed out. It felt like you were holding your breath for a long time.

"Noona, are you okay?" V asked nicely.

You nodded, "Yes, thank you. Just the long flight I guess." Looking now, you noted how handsome Taehyung is in person. His angular face makes him look mature especially when he isn't smiling. But when he smiles, he looks like a carefree boy.

You look at them, savoring this moment. You wanted to ask for a picture or autograph but it feels like that's going overboard. You didn't want to look like a giddy fan girl. You kept it inside and saved this picture in your mind: Taehyung and Namjoon are telling you about their trip abroad, that's why they are here at Incheon airport, Hoseok was showing Yoongi something on his phone, Jimin has his eyes closed with his head resting on a neck pillow, and Jungkook is scrolling through his phone. You looked at Jin and he was talking to his mom and Manager Sejin. Your eyes meet and you turned away, your cheeks heating up. In a few seconds, Jin came back and sat down next to you.

"Manager Sejin agreed to give you a lift to your apartment. He's going to ask one of the staff to give you a ride. We offered to give you one but Manager Sejin said we had to go back to the studio now." And indeed, you noticed the staff leaving the lounge with their luggage and equipment.

"Thank you." You almost said in a whisper and Jin smiled. "Oh, and my mom wanted me to ask for you number so she can contact you." He handed you his phone.

"Oh, uhm…" it's stupid to say but you don't have a phone yet. You plan on getting it tomorrow after your job interview. "I—I don't have a phone yet."

"Ah, that's okay. I'll give you my number and you can message me once you get your phone." Jin grabbed a piece of tissue and wrote down his phone number.

"Jin-hyung! Why are you making a move on Noona?" Namjoon pointed out and the other boys "ooohed"

"As expected of Jin-hyung!" V teased.

"No, no, no –"

"Ahhh, don't be shy, hyung." Jungkook chuckled.

"He's the one giving his number?" Yoongi asked with a menacing smile.

"It's not!" Jin protested.

The boys let out loud teases and cheers. You blushed and shrink back in your seat as Jin contradicted and lectured his dongsaengs.

"Aish, these boys. You keep quite! Yah, I'm your hyung! I'll teach you all a lesson later." You translated what Jin said in Korean and you laughed to yourself.

Jin turned to you apologetically, "Here." He handed you the tissue with his number on it and you looked at it with your cheeks red and a smile on your face.

You arrived at your apartment. You thanked the driver who barely talked to you the entire ride from the airport. The boys were ushered into their van by their manager while you were asked to wait in the lounge. Mrs. Kim stayed back for a few minutes, talking to you and thanking you once again for your help. You realized that small gestures make a big impact on people and not only to those who you helped but to yourself as well. After they have all left, a boy a few years older than you greeted you and assisted you to the car.

Now you are standing in front of the door of your small, affordable apartment. As you open the door, the sun light greeted you, streaming from a double window in a small room. The walls were paneled with white wood and the floor was also gleaming wood. It was small but big enough for a single person like you. The bathroom is on the left, a white door with cute flowers painted on them, next to it is a small kitchen with the essentials, and the bed is in the same room as the living room.

"I'm just starting. This is okay. This is actually nice." You mumbled to yourself as you set down your luggage in the living room/bedroom. You started to unpack, making the place homey by the hour.

As you go through your stuff, your mind wandered into the events that happened today. You still can't believe that helping that ajumma would let you meet the members of BTS. They impressed you with their humility and innocence. You smiled to yourself as you recalled all the conversations you had with each member today.

"Y/N, come stand here next to our maknae." J-Hope gently grabbed you by the shoulders and led you to where Jungkook was standing. Two steps away from him and Jungkook, trying to be sly, moved away and hid behind V. V and J-Hope laughed, teasing their maknae and you laughed along with them, still feeling shy but almost at ease.

"So, where are you from, Y/N?" Rapmon was the only one who was making it easy for you to converse. He speaks to you in English and he is very fluent that it impressed you. You were comfortable talking to him because of the common ground on language. You told him where you're from and he chatted you up a bit, making jokes about the members not speaking English well.

You managed to talk to all of them except for Suga. He had this barrier around him that makes you feel intimidated. He almost never smiled while you were there except a few smiles you caught when he is talking to V. You did not take it personally because you kind of know how Suga's personality is. Well, at least on their vlogs and shows.

Of course, you enjoy your talk the most with Jin. He tries his best to speak English to you but often shifts back to Korean. Whenever he makes a joke, you don't laugh at the joke but instead, his laugh makes you laugh.

Your pulse started to quicken again as you recall the memories of today. It's already night by the time you finished decorating and unpacking. You arranged your bags on a rack and almost forgot that important tissue in your purse. You fished it out and smiled. You can't wait for tomorrow.