The sound is what hits me first, and the smell of fresh brewed coffee next. Jin, Yoongi, Joon, Tae, and Hoseok sit at a large table, laughing obnoxiously. Kook walks up behind Yoongs and puts him in a headlock, smiling ruefully.
"Put your glasses on you doofus, otherwise people will notice we are BTS." he says. Yoongi huffs and puts on his cat-eye specks, looking spiffy. (Yoongi hates wearing glasses). "I look like crap in these, K." he moans, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed upset.
Tae smiles, cracking a grin we all know so well. "Don't you say it. . ." Joon warns in English. Tae throws up his hands. "It wasn't even RELATED to Yoongi's glasses, dude!" Kook pulls out two chairs and we sit side-by-side at the table of middle-aged guys.
"It was still gonna be a bad joke though." Hoseok points out, sipping from his Macchiato. Yoongi leans across the table and hits H over the head with an open palm. "How do YOU know? You don't have any humor, Hoseok." Yoongi says almost stern.
Hoseok rubs his head vigorously and J-hope folds his hands on the table. "So. . ." A woman walks over and pours a mug of steamy coffee into two cups for me and Jungkook. "So?" I ask, feeling Kook fidgeting where his hand rests on my leg under the table.
"I was talking with Jin yesterday, and he says we have an Emmy in NY." J breathes. There is multiple congrats to each-other amongst the group, and Jin nods. "Yeah, we are supposed to fly out next week so we can receive it and do a Battle."
My jaw nearly drops. "Battle? Against who?" Jungkook asks, looking at J-hope anxiously. Joon clears his throat and looks what I would ASSUME as nervous. "um. . . TXT." Kook tips backwards in his chair from where he was balancing on the back legs of it.
I help him up quickly. Tae looks at Joon seriously. "What? BTS against TXT? Now way." Jin looks thoughtful for a nanosecond. "And why not?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow. Jin scoffs. "They're a bunch of kids! We'll slaughter 'em." he laughs nervously.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. "I'm gonna pound them into that stage with every word I drop." Joon holds up his hands. "Easy guys, it's just for publicity, Big Hits want a show, member?" Hoseok chokes on his coffee frappe. "Whatever you say Joon."
"We are going." Joon states, playing the leadership role wonderfully perfect. I nod uncertain. "Fine. We go." i agree. The guys looking at me like I'm nuts. Kook squeezes my shoulder consolingly. Easing my nerves slightly. "We go."
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Peace out ARMYs - Kay