I was sitting at the desk in the room that Taehyung and his grandma are letting me use, working on an English essay, that has to be written in proper English. I don’t speak English that well.
My korean is great-for obvious reasons-but I am not doing to good in my English class. Mr.
Kim, who lets me call by his first name Namjoon, is my English teacher, and he allows me to turn in all of my assignments a couple of days later, so I can work on understanding it better.
I heard a faint knock coming from downstairs, and then I heard Taehyung talking along with a few other voices. I heard multiple people walking up the stairs, then Taehyung’s bedroom door open.
I began to focus on my homework again, when there was a soft knock on my door.
I slowly stood up, and made my way to the door. It was Taehyung.
“Hey Jungkook-ah. My friends and I are hanging out in my room.” Here it comes. The moment he tells me not to disturb them. “Do you want to join us?” Well I wasn’t expecting that.
“Yeah… Sure.” I nodded.