I crack my eyes open to meet someone else's staring back down at me. I freak out and kick whoever they are off the bed. "Calm down it's me Kate-seonsaeng (teacher) and OWWW," yells Taehyung getting off the floor.
"Why are you in my room?" I ask still a bit dazed but ready to defend myself.
"That is a great question why are you in her room?" interrogates Seokjin also coming into my room while scolding Taehyung in a motherly tone. "You're in her room too now," accuses Namjoon making is entrance followed by everyone else.
"Morning Kate-seonsaeng! How did you sleep?" asks Jimin as I gave them all a glare.
"Careful she's like Suga I think," panics Hoseok. I sigh and get out of bed and they all go silent for some reason and then Jimin gets a nose bleed and Seokjin goes to help him. "What?!" I question worriedly.
"It's just your PJs are.......revealing," coughs Namjoon as I look down at what I was wearing to see I was in shorts with red and white stripes and popcorn design all over. I was in a tank top that read, "pop star" with a dancing popcorn bucket with sunglasses on. I leap back into bed blushing like mad while looking back over at the boys. Jimin was still bleeding out a gusher, Seokjin was helping him, Namjoon was trying to hold back laughter? I don't know what is going through his mind right now, Taehyung was still sitting on the floor totally zoned out like he was contacting his home planet or something, Hoseok was just kind of standing there and Jungkook was pretty much hiding in the corner.
"Can someone hand me a towel or jacket?" I say hoping I could make it to the bathroom where I put my suitcase.
"Here," said Yoongi handing me Jungkook's jacket.
"Thanks," I smile wrapping it around my body and running to the bathroom. I shower, get dressed, brush my teeth and dry my hair in under five minutes and step out to see Yoongi asleep on the couch, Seokjin scolding Namjoon for breaking a vase, Taehyung and Jungkook watching TV and Hoseok looking at himself in the mirror and using all my lotion on his skin.
"Five minutes, I leave you all for five minutes and you already make yourself at home! Anyway, why are you here?" I asked running around to get my bag and schedule in order and grabbing my saxophone and dropping it off at the door. "Hey you play it too?" asks Taehyung and I ignore him for a minute and grab my keys. "Yes, I play the Saxophone now why are you here?" I repeat myself grabbing my phone.
"Today is Rap Monster's birthday and we are having a cook-off and we need a third judge," explains Hoseok putting lotion on his face majestically. "Okay go find a third judge then," I huff getting my coat and heading out the door.
"We were going to ask you," states Seokjin as they all caught up with me.
"I can't today,-" I stop myself, I do have to go teach that class today put I can move it until later... I think to myself. "Ok fine I'll meet you there," I say getting on my bike but someone held my jacket before I could go.
"We have no idea how to get back and we took a taxi here so can you give us a ride to the studio?" questions Yoongi and I mentally sigh and pull my phone out. "Claude, I need a van in ten minutes can you handle it?" I ask rubbing my temple while putting my bike away. "Sure I'll send one over and don't forget to pick up a present for Rap Monster," he said hanging up. That's right! What am I going to get him? I think to myself looking over to see him talking with Yoongi and Hoseok. The car finally shows up and we all hop in, me driving, of course, cause why not? I just got my license. I drive them over and drop them off but before I could leave to go get a gift for the leader the producer stops me. "We really need you for the cook-off and the fans want to meet the newest stage member of the Bantang Boys," he explains and I pull the keys out of the ignition and get out. "Fine but I have to be at the school by one," I say looking at the time on my phone. I enter the building and some stage members do my make up and tell me what's going on; the teams are Seokjin, Jimin and Jungkook vs Yoongi, Taehyung and Hoseok. (I'm not using stage names for a reason which you will find out later). They have to make a birthday present with certain ingredients in forty minutes and impress the judges which somehow includes me. That and the losing team has to clean up the mess they all create.
They start filming and Yoongi manages to get a five-point deduction for saying that the writers had a conspiracy theory. They all have a five-minute discussion period and team 1 (Jungkook, Seokjin, Jimin) decide to make seaweed soup and salad Jin style. And team two didn't even really have a game plan because they just want it to be funny. While all this is happening I'm having a mental shut down trying to figure out what to get Namjoon. I have no clue what he would want! I met the dude yesterday! The battle was finally about to start yet Jimin and Taehyung were already playfully hitting each other. Namjoon set them free and they all fight down the narrow isle while yelling a bunch of jibberish and their teamwork totally disperses when they get to the ingredient table and then they all stand there for like a whole thirty seconds just staring at the ingredients like they were foreign or something.
They finally got what they need and the cooking phase began but then Jin had a mental break down after five minutes in. This is.....not what I expected, I sweat drop as Taehyung tries to bribe Namjoon. Hoseok came over to me holding a plate of (I don't know use your imagination or what you really like) "Kate-seonsaeng I brought you a," I cut him off.
"Thanks," I say eating it, "but I don't take bribes," I finish zoning out again, lost in my own thoughts until Yoongi set a piece of paper on fire. "Hey, Yoongi you're going to start a fire," I say half-heartedly. Wait that's a great music video idea I should write it down, I smile taking my book out. I look back up to see Seokjin adding a crap ton of sesame oil and I internally gag. Why me? There were ten minutes left and I was still lost in my own thought when the battle finishes and I was escorted to the testing zone. I pick up my chopsticks and grab some of the noodles Taehyung's team and it was extremely salty, so salty that I had to gulp down my water bottle. Next was the meat, there was nothing wrong with it just there was literally no taste at all and oddly had a plastic smell.
The rice cake from Yoongi smelled like feet. That is all I'm going to say about it. The seaweed soup was half laundry water and half salt, and the seaweed roll was just......I can't even describe because by this point my taste buds are gone and I think I might get sick. When the actual judging came I was dead inside from all the stuff I just made but I managed to raise a red spoon signaling that Seokjin, Jungkook, and Jimin won today's cook-off because they made something somewhat edible and not totally inedible. Then an idea hit me.....I could make him something actually edible! "Bye, I have to go now!" I say sprinting out the door.
"WAIT WE WANT AN INTERVIEW!!" yells the producer as I ran down the street.
"SORRY I HAVE A CLASS TO TEACH!" I holler back. I know what your thinking, aren't I a bit young to be teaching? The answer is yes but I teaching advanced music. I bust into the school and get my ID badge and head for my new homeroom. "Hello class I am Castagnola seonsaeng your new teacher," I smile seeing all my instruments got dropped off. "Okay today we ill start with introductions and then we will play a bit," I say pulling out my attendance list. Role call gets done, "Okay will start with a few personal things, my real name is Kate Castagnola, I won AGT with the group known as Genre. I can play any instrument I get handed and that is why I have been chosen to teach you," I finish and the whole class had their jaws on the floor. A sudden stomach pain hits me hard when the producer comes in with a camera crew. "I'm very sorry but we need you right now," he insists. I rub my temple in annoyance.
"I'm sorry class but it seems you have a free period so I suggest you practice hard for tomorrow," I say following the producer out.
"Really?" I ask as soon as we were out of earshot.
"Claude insists that you get Namjoon a gift and you can't do that while teaching," he said as a car pulls up.
"Fine take me home," I huff stepping in and the stomach pain hits again but I ignore it. I get home and rush inside and turn on the oven. I start mixing ingredients like mad getting stuff all over the place and I manage to get a cake batter and throw it in the oven. I sit down as the timing ticks away and I call the studio; "hey can you send the Bangtang boys over to my hotel?" I ask the receptionist.
"Oh my god am I really talking with the Kate Castagnola?!" she asks astounded.
"Yes please just send them over," I repeat myself.
"No problem and I love your music by the way!" she shouts and I hung up. The stove beeps and I stab a toothpick into the cake and then set it out to cool when the bell rang and I run to get it. "Happy birthday Namjoon I made you something actually edible!" I say as they all file in for like the third time today.
"Wow Kate-seonsaeng can bake!" exclaims Yoongi still bitter from his loss earlier.
"Yea I made a cake,-" I cut myself off and ran to the bathroom and I guess you know what happens next, the food came back for revenge. I sat in the bathroom puking my guts out while the boys awkwardly stood outside, while Seokjin was in the bathroom helping me out. My stomach finally empties and I came out. "Sorry guys we should be celebrating not getting sick," I smile weakly.
"No it's our fault we should never have made you become a judge in the first place," assures Hoseok.
"I'm just going to lie down for a bit you can have cake if you want," I say nose diving into the couch. A blanket lands on my body and I look up to see Jungkook, "you're going to get a cold," he mumbles blushing.
"Thanks a lot," I yawn tiredly.
"Okay let's get you to bed right now!" declares Namjoon lightening the mood.
"I'm perfectly fine here,-" I was cut off by Seokjin picking me up. I was silenced and just sat there blushing.
"Don't worry we'll call Claude for you!" said Jimin as we walk down the hall.
"And we'll eat the cake for you," adds Taehyung as I weakly laugh. I got set down in bed and wrapped in blankets, to be honest, I was starting to feel like a six-year-old but I went with it, too sick to give a crap. "We'll see you tomorrow okay seonsaeng?" asks Yoongi.
"I promise," I yawn as they close the door and I close my eyes, one lesson to be learned from today is to never eat food that the boys make.