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Hello, chapter 34 is here. So, here's a little break from the angst. Also, when I wrote the story, I wanted to give people a chance to come to their own conclusions about what happened at the opera so that it wouldn't impact how they viewed the conversations and relationships between the characters. Then, after a couple chapters, I would have a chapter that explained exactly what happened at the opera. So, this is that chapter.
Disclaimer: Many of the characters aside from BTS are made up. And, of course, I don't know BTS personally so their personalities are probably mostly fictional.
Character thoughts are in { } and words in English are bolded. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in the few future chapters. Please forgive me for any mistakes I make and I hope you enjoy!
Beginning: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 33
Word Count: 2823
Warning: May contain mild language
Rose POV
I was so excited to go to the opera with Namjoon today. I loved operas and he’s the only one I could think of who might appreciate the musicality of it, even if he doesn’t care much for the music itself. Also, it was really sweet of him to take me since I’m sure he’s not a fan. I decided that, later on, I should take him to an American hip hop or rap concert. I thought he might enjoy that. I finished putting on my dress. One thing I loved about operas is that it’s an excuse to dress up fancy. Normally, I wasn’t much of a girly-girl, but I liked doing it every once in a while.
Nina helped me to pick out the beautiful dress. When she first told me she was taking me shopping, I was a bit nervous. I’d always been a bit conservative with my dressing, so I was worried that she’d try to get me to wear something skimpy. And at first, she did. Tempered with more conservative choices, of course. We were getting nowhere for a few hours. Then, I saw the dress in a store window. I instantly fell in love with the colors, cobalt blue was my favorite color. The fact that it covered more than most of the other dresses only made it that much more appealing. Seeing as it was the first dress I showed real interest in, Nina took it upon herself to drag me into the store. I changed my clothes and came out and her jaw practically hit the floor. She told me something along the lines of “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look more like an actual woman” to which I immediately threw my bracelet at her. I was pleasantly surprised to find the dress decently priced.
And here I was, fighting with Nina to let me do my own makeup. She wanted to doll me up, but I didn’t like the idea of looking like someone other than myself. The dress already did that. Fortunately, I won. I did put on eye liner and eyeshadow, which was more than usual, but the only other thing I would add later would be lip gloss. I watched 30 minutes count down before Namjoon came. With just a few minutes left, I brought my shoes and purse with me and waited in my study. A minute later, I heard the doorbell ring.
Coming!” I heard Nina yell. I grabbed my phone off the charger and threw it in my purse. I headed downstairs.
“Hey Joonie!” I called as I reached the head of the stairs. Namjoon was waiting in the entryway.
“Hey—“ I looked up when he cut off. He was staring at me, mouth open.
“What? Didn’t know I could clean up so well?” I teased.
“Wow,” was all he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I commented. Namjoon was already a handsome male. Add a suit to that and he was downright hot. From a completely objective ‘just friends’ standpoint, of course. {I wonder how Yoongi—nope, not entertaining that thought}. Today was a day for me to forget about my problems and just have fun. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, he had collected himself and was smirking at me.
“What’re you looking at me like that for,” I asked suspiciously.
“Because...I’m the only guy who gets to see you so dressed up. The other guys would be jealous.”
“Whatever.” I playfully punched him in the arm. I used him arm for support so I could slip the straps on. I fumbled with the small buckle.
“Put your foot down,” Namjoon laughed. I did as he said. He surprised me by kneeling down and fastening the straps for both of my sandals. He looked up at me and smiled, his dimples very prominent. I bet his dimples alone could make almost any girl fall for him.
“My Prince Charming,” I sighed dramatically.
“Well, I supposed we could skip the opera and find a ball to attend.” He stood up still smiling.
“Don’t you dare!” I said jokingly. I couldn’t help myself and pinched his cheeks, my thumb resting in his dimples.
“Yah! Don’t touch the merchandise!” He shook his head to make me let go.
“Such a baby.” And we both laughed. “Shall we go?” Namjoon pulled up his mask and sunglasses and held his arm out for me. I linked arms and we laughed at the absurdity.
Just behave you two,” Nina yelled, peaking her head out from the kitchen.
I’m always behaved,” I said and Namjoon gasped and laid his hand on his chest as though he were offended.
That’s a lie and you know it,” she laughed. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Or anything I would do. Or just anything. And use protection.”
Nina!” I couldn’t help my squeaky voice. I quickly snatched a slipper and threw it at her. She ducked back into the kitchen, laughing. I turned back to Namjoon and his face was red.
“Just ignore her.” I laughed. He was so cute when he blushed. “Let’s go.” He nodded quickly and let out a small laugh.
Namjoon had borrowed a car for us to use for our trip. On the way, we shuffled between bouncing to the music and having a philosophical discussion about why we felt it was necessary for people to listen to multiple types of music. This, of course, led to him accidently confessing that he wasn’t a big fan of opera, which I already suspected. In turn, I confessed that I wasn’t a big fan of American hip hop or rap. He gasped dramatically and we both started laughing again.
I really enjoyed hanging out with Namjoon. I wished that we weren’t so busy so that we could do stuff like this more often. Of course, I enjoyed hanging out with the other guys, but just conversing was nice too. Actually, I wished I had all the time in the world so I could have one day a week for each of them and then add one extra day for all of them together. {Adulting sucks}.
Namjoon parked the car in the parking garage. He called someone who I guess was expecting us. The parking garage was across the street from the opera house. When we went up the front stairs, a guy about our age came out from an ‘Employee Only’ door and directed the two of us to follow him. He led us to a private box on the right side of the theater. The guy seated us, Namjoon thanked him, and the guy left.
“Namjoon. How did you manage to get box seating?” I asked wide-eyed. I was already ecstatic about getting to watch the opera in the first place and now I was reeling at the thought of watching it in the fancy box seats.
“Being an idol has its perks,” he wriggled his eyebrow at me. I laughed and playfully hit him. Namjoon wasn’t very familiar with Phantom of the Opera, so he started to ask me questions. I told him to just watch, but he said he was impatient. A few minutes later, the guy came back with a cart. He set up a tray and placed an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne in it on the tray. He set down two champagne glasses. I looked at Namjoon but he looked equally puzzled.
“I didn’t ask for this,” Namjoon furiously whispered at the guy. I chuckled at how loud his whisper was.
“Don’t worry, it’s compliments of the house. All the box seats get it.” The guy finished setting up. “Enjoy the show,” he told both of us. “Good luck,” he said to Namjoon. Namjoon flushed pink again.
“I swear, I didn’t do this on purpose,” Namjoon quickly defended, his hands in front of him in surrender.
“Don’t worry, Joonie, I didn’t think you did,” I laughed. Poor guy. This was supposed to be just hanging out and here we were in a private box, with a bottle of champagne between us, and two people trying to hook us up. He’s probably worried that I would think he had ulterior motives. The lights dimmed slightly and the orchestra started warming up, an unspoken signal that the show was about to begin.
I grabbed the bottle of champagne and popped the cork. “Well, I’m not a big fan of champagne, but waste not, want not, right?”
Namjoon laughed away his embarrassment. “I suppose you’re right. I’m not a big fan either, but oh well. We can just call a driver afterwards.” We poured our glasses, fitted the cork back in, did a small ‘cheers’, and sipped on the champagne until the opera started. The lights completely dimmed as the opera started.
After the opera
Namjoon POV
I’d never been to an opera before. And while I wouldn’t want to go often, I actually enjoyed it. Maybe it was because of the music, or the storyline (what a coincidence, seriously), or maybe it was because of who I was spending the time with. The opera was in Korean, so I was a bit worried about Rose being able to understand the exaggerated singing that is the epitome of opera. But as I looked at her throughout the opera, I saw her mouthing the words. The words and pattern were a bit off, so I figured she was probably mouthing the English version. She had the entire thing memorized. I couldn’t help but be more impressed by her. That seemed to happen every time we hung out.
The opera ended and we both clapped enthusiastically. We made eye contact and Rose smiled at me. She turned back to the stage and I frowned. I was still confused about my feelings for her. {I enjoy her company, immensely, but…When she looks at me the way she did sometimes, that should make my heart flutter, right? But, although it made me happy, I didn’t...Ugh!} I didn’t even know how to explain it to myself.
I picked up the empty bottle of what once held champagne and shook it. “So much for us not really caring for champagne, huh?” We both laughed and Rose took the bottle from me.
“Wow. Well, considering how long the opera was and us not ordering anything else to drink, I suppose that this was a reasonable outcome.” I hummed in agreement. “Speaking of which, I wanna get some water. That champagne gave me cotton mouth.”
I laughed at her. “Alright, let’s get something. Should we just get dinner while we’re at it? I mean, it’s that time anyway. And I’m hungry. You?”
“Now that you mention it,” she rubbed her stomach. “I could eat.” I stood up and held my hand out for her. “Such a gentleman,” she laughed as she took it and stood up. I cocked my arm for her and she slipped her hand into the crook. “You know, this was basically a date.” I tensed up. She seemed to notice because she quickly clarified. “Don’t worry, I know it wasn’t. I was just saying, objectively, it was a perfect date. That aside, I really did enjoy it. Thank you for taking me, Namjoon.” She probably wouldn’t say that if she knew my real reasons behind this.
“Of course, princess.” Rose let out a small snort. “Did you...”
“No!” She said hurriedly.
“You did—“
“No I didn’t. Shut your mouth.”
“You totally did.” I looked her straight in the eyes. “You snorted.”
“Yah!” She shook my arm forcefully. “That doesn’t usually happen, you just caught me off-guard is all. Princess...jeez.”
I laughed again. “It’s cute.”
“No it’s not.” {It definitely is}.
“At least I don’t snore,” she shot back.
“Ouch. That hurts,” I laughed.
We waited until the crowd of people leaving was almost gone. I secured my mask and made sure my hair was back to being styled plainly. I looked at Rose and she smiled back at me. Hand in arm, we walked out the front door. Rose sighed.
“The fresh air feels nice, doesn’t it?” Rose breathed deeply.
“Yes it does.” I copied her. We walked down the steps, enjoying the night air. We turned to go towards the crosswalk. Suddenly, there was an ear-piercing cacophony of screams. I turned towards the sound and my blood ran cold. A group of teenage girls was standing and pointing at me. {What the hell? How did they even recognize me?}
“We have to run,” I spoke, not turning to Rose.
“Where?” She must’ve realized who they were.
“Just follow my lead.” I moved her hand down to mine and we clasped them together. “Now.” And we ran. The girls screamed again and I could tell they were following. {I don’t know if we can lose them straight out running. But I have no idea where we can hide}. I took us down random streets until I remembered the area. I’d been here before. And for almost the same situation. “I know where we can hide,” I said between labored breaths. {Yeah, I’m in shape, but I’m not used to running this much}.
I followed my memory and reached the gate. The girls had fallen back some time ago. They were still chasing us, but they were far enough behind that losing them was now possible. I said a quick prayer that the lock was still broken. I turned the knob and breathed out a sigh of relief. I pulled Rose behind me and latched the gate shut. We were finally able to slow down, so I led Rose to the side alley. We reached the dead end and both started laughing.
After about 30 seconds, Rose caught her breath. “I think we lost them,” she laughed.
“Me too. I’m just glad they haven’t fixed the gate. And that you didn’t wear heels,” I replied, still trying to catch my breath.
“I think I’m too tall for that.”
“But I’d bet they’d make you look even better.” I suddenly noticed how close we were in the narrow alley.
“Maybe I’ll do that next time, I need all the help I can get.” {This is the part where the guy kisses the girl, right?}
I stepped closer to her and put one hand on her neck, just below her ear, and one hand on her shoulder. “You don’t need any help. You’re perfect already.” I was still unsure about my feelings so I decided to just go for it. I pulled her to me and slowly leaned forward, my head tilting slightly to kiss her. I stopped myself with my lips just an inch away from hers. I felt one hand grip my arm that was on her shoulder and one hand gripped my other hand. I looked in her eyes and saw the confusion. The pause helped me come to a realization. I didn’t want to kiss her. In fact, it felt like I almost kissed my sister. I loved her, but not in the way I thought.
“Namjoon?” Rose barely breathed it out. I pulled away and dropped my hand away from her face.
“I’m sorry,” I looked down, embarrassed.
It was awkward for a few seconds before she spoke, still quiet, “What—what was that, Namjoon?”
“I think...I think I need to tell you something.” Then I told her everything.
Afterwards, with both of us leaning against the alley wall, I asked, “So...are you mad at me?”
Rose looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read. She let out a small smile and sighed, looking back at the other wall of the alley. “Subjectively...yes. I’m a little upset that this was a pretense. That you took me to the opera with ulterior motives. That you took this long to talk to me. That you tried to kiss me without my permission.” She looked at me and then back away. “But... objectively, I understand. You didn’t know how you felt, so how could you tell me? And taking me out, while under guise, would likely allow for a resolution to understanding your feelings. So...I’m a little upset, but I understand. So don’t worry. I won’t do anything rash like never talk you again or hit you or whatever you were worried about.” Those were all possibilities I had anticipated. She may have been oblivious, but that didn’t dampen her intellect.
“I’m glad then.” I smiled at her. “Can I hug you or are you supposed to be angry right now?” Rose gave me a playful glare and then walked into my open arms. Her chin rested on my shoulder. I yelped when she pinched me through the suit, just above my waist. She held me in the hug.
“And now we’re even for the almost-kiss.” I chuckled then squeezed her tightly. Tomorrow... Tomorrow I would tell her about Yoongi.
Okay, so now we know what really happened at the opera. No need to doubt Namjoon anymore. :) And good thing for him Rose is a bit more logical/forgiving about the whole thing or she probably would've been fairly upset. So now we know that there's nothing between the two. But does it matter? It doesn't seem likely that Yoongi is willing to give it another chance. What do you think?
The story is almost over. One major event left. Maybe one last chance. Can the two oblivious and unfortunately unlucky people overcome their bad fortune? Stay tuned for the last few chapters.
Thank you all for reading my story and this chapter. Thank you to everyone reading, liking, commenting, clipping, and following. Please don't hesitate to ask questions or comment. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters (what few are left). I hope you will continue to enjoy my story and I hope to see you next chapter!!!
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Recent's now time for Jin and Nina to step in and lock 'em in a room. Jin is the neutral 3rd party, so it would be best if it was him.
@JaxomB true true, lol