Sunshine

Chapter 3

"OLLIE!" I hear a bunch of cheerful cries behind me.

Before I know it, I'm tackled by, what felt like a truck, BTS in a group hug.

"Hi, guys!" I giggle at their warm greeting, attempting to hug them back. "I missed you all so much!"

After, I finally caught my breath from my little "morning run" and from being crushed by a group of seven guys. They let me go, and I take a quick look at them; beautiful. Most of them wore simple t-shirts with jeans or sweats— I look down at myself; I had slept in, so I left on the t-shirt I wore the night before and threw on a pair of leggings with my old converse sneakers, and tied my hair up into a messy bun— but they all look like models, no matter what they wear. It's just not fair.

Finally, I have a chance to give them each a proper greeting. A hug.

What can I say; I'm a hugger.

"Hey, what's up, Ollie? It's good to see you," RM started, and in English. "We missed you." He flashes me a bright smile showing off those signature dimples of his that made girls melt, along with his now shaggy strawberry blonde hair that went well with his darker skin tone. He wore a white T-shirt that nicely hugged his chest with a gray bomber jacket, jeans, and a pair of black casual boots, while a black mask hung loosely around his neck.

"Hey, Namjoon! I missed you, too," I smiled. It was nice to speak in English. I've been having trouble following my professors, and then my classmates just spoke way too fast, along with a bunch of slang that I haven't figured out yet.

"So how about you? How are you guys?" I ask BTS, in Korean, as I hug their leader. "Great!" they reply. Their energy was contagious.

"So..." Out of nowhere, Jimin comes up and puts an arm around my shoulder. My attention immediately caught by his hair— from the pictures I'd seen I was prepared to see cotton candy pink, and had a list of comments and jokes to say, now my plan was ruined— a black beanie hung down low allowing his now blonde bangs to hang out loosely. He wore a black T-shirt with a dark gray jacket, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black low cut boots. "How long is my jagiya staying with us this time?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head as I gave him his hug. He then gives me a seductive smile, and winks.

Flirt.

"Yah!" Hoseok shouts, punching the singer in the shoulder, "Knock it off."

I chuckle, as Jimin rubbed his shoulder in pain. "I'm here for an art program, so I'll be around all summer long." I respond to his question.

I notice Jungkook's face light up after hearing my answer, showing off his bunny teeth. Seeing how happy the maknae was made me giggle even more. "Hi, Kookie."

He was wearing an oversized black T-shirt, and black hooded jacket, with grey sweats and a pair of timberlands, and a black beanie. A black mask loosely hung from one of his ears, which were turning pink. "Hi, noona," he replied.

I roll my eyes. "Not this again."

He couldn't even look at me. It was kind of cute; he really does live up as the maknae. I let out a sigh, "I told you, call me Ollie." Jungkook awkwardly nods. I then gave him a big hug, sorta— this guy is huge.

I felt him stiffen. "I guess you're still shy around girls, you little bunny." An evil grin curls up on my lips as an idea pops in my head.

I held him in my embrace for a few seconds, which turned into minutes, not letting go. Purposely making him feel awkward, and it really was getting awkward, but I refuse to give in. The others next to us snicker and teased at how nervous the youngest member looked, and how red his face was turning.