🩷 BTS reaction: how they met
I was looking for soy sauce, but everything was written in Korean, and I couldn't understand anything. I stared at the bottles for several minutes until someone laughed behind me, softly but audibly.
—"You're reading the label backwards," he said.
I turned around and saw a tall boy, wearing a black cap and carrying a half-full shopping cart.
—Yes, but only a little. Can I help you?
We ended up talking about Korean food, and he recommended some basic ingredients to get me started. He even made me laugh when he described how he ruined his first attempt at making kimchi.
"I'm good at cooking now, by the way," he said with a proud smile. "If you need a recipe, I'll give it to you."
"I really would love to," I said without thinking much about it.
He seemed like a warm person, like the kind who makes going to the supermarket fun. I didn't realize who he was until weeks later.
I only went in because I saw an old piano in the window. I don't know how to play, but it caught my eye. Inside, a guy was testing a drum machine, sitting as if the world didn't exist.
—¿“Do you play the piano?” he asked me, not sounding bothered by my presence.
—No, I'm just looking. I don't know anything about music.
"That doesn't matter. Listening is part of it too," he said as he adjusted a button.
We started talking about sound, about how sometimes one note can change your day. He was reserved, but he had a way of speaking that captivated you, as if everything he said had a precise meaning. He asked me if I'd ever written anything. I said yes, poetry. He replied:
—So you know about music. You just need to put some sound to it.
I left with a note written on a piece of paper: the name of an album I was supposed to listen to.
I got lost looking for the exit and ended up in the fossil room, completely alone. Or so I thought. He was sitting on a bench, staring at a dinosaur jaw as if it were talking to him.
"Isn't it funny that something so big doesn't exist anymore?" he said suddenly.
I got a little scared, but then I laughed.
—Yes… although some of my teachers seem to be from that era.
He burst out laughing, and we started talking about everything: fossils, evolution, even philosophy. He seemed to know everything, but he didn't want to boast. He offered to walk me out the door.
—"This place is a maze," he said. "But the best things are always off the beaten track."
"I believe it," I said, looking around. This place was huge.
—I'm Namjoon by the way - he said turning to look at me and the truth is I can't stop looking at him
I was alone. I'd read that it was a sensory experience, one of those where you enter rooms with LED lights and ambient music. In one of them, where the floor vibrated with every step, someone began to move gracefully in the center of the room.
It was him. He was dancing, not flashily, but as if the lights were keeping time. I approached, not wanting to interrupt, but he saw me and smiled.
—Are you up for it? There are no right steps here.
And we danced. A little ridiculous at first, but he made me feel free. Then we went outside and sat.
—¿"Do you come often?" I asked.
—Whenever I want to remember that the body also thinks, he replied.
We said goodbye without exchanging names. He simply said, "If you dance like today, no sadness can reach you."
My friend convinced me to go to an outdoor class. I'm not flexible, but the sight of the sun setting over the park made it all more bearable. Near me was a boy wearing athletic clothes and a constant smile. He seemed to know everyone.
"First time?" he asked me in a low voice as the instructor gave directions.
—Don't worry, I started without being able to touch my feet too.
Throughout the class, he helped me without seeming condescending. He was attentive, sweet, with the kind of presence that makes you feel safe. At the end, he offered me water and a cookie from his backpack.
"You earned it," he told me.
And I could only smile like a fool.
I was looking at postcards of local artists when I heard someone ask behind me:
—Can you imagine having a life like the one in this painting?
I looked at the postcard. It was a beach house with two people sitting in a hammock.
—Sometimes yes… —I answered.
—Me too. But I'd be afraid of getting bored," he said, laughing as if answering himself.
We talked about paintings, dreams, and strange things like wanting a dog named "Monday." It was very peculiar, but in the best way.
—¿"Are you going to buy something?" he asked me. .
—Then wait for me. I'm going to give you something.
He came back with a postcard and left it in my hand: “So you remember that today was also art.”
I went because I love sharks, even though it sounds weird. I was standing alone in front of the main tank when someone came up and said,
—Did you know they can smell blood from miles away?
I looked at him, amused. .
—It's not the best way to start a conversation.
He laughed, covering his mouth. He had a camera hanging around his neck.
—Sorry, I have a lot of useless data.
We ended up walking around the aquarium together, joking around and playing games to see who found the ugliest fish. He took a picture of me next to the tank and showed it to me.
—You look like the protagonist of an underwater movie.
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