"Onto some entertainment news, this time having to do with Idol group Bangtan, or as they are known internationally, BTS.

This morning it was announced by Bighit officials that BTS has begun a charity fundraiser for one of Seoul's most underrated and poverty-stricken orphanages in the city.

Along with planning a fundraising event for this Orphanage, BigHit Entertainment has offered legal advice and their attorney to represent the needful Seoul Orphanage.

Since December of 20XX the orphanage has been hit with a lawsuit that threatens to demolish the building for commercial use.

Our sources say the orphanage has been scrambling for money for the past 6 years, even going so far as to having children start door to door fundraising and bake sales.

Last night BTS' fans, known as The ARMY, began volunteer work at the orphanage, and some, even deciding to open up a fundraising page.

One site called NiiASeoulFunding.com has raised over 25 thousand dollars in funds, to keep the orphanage running and give these kids a happy Christmas, now back to you Junho..."

Nia's eyes went wide at the sound of that, immediately jumping out of bed to check her laptop which sat across her shared dorm room, turning it on while her friend May turned the channel from news to a Korean drama.

The sound of the drama was muted in Nia's ears, drowned by the astonishment and realization as she looked at the donation amount on her funding webpage.

It was at 27 thousand and going up quickly, some of the comments under the page ranging from Korean and English to Portuguese and even Arabic.

Her mind was blown, not knowing what to do now that her donation page had gone from a Meek 100$ to 27,000$ in the blink of an eye.

"I heard it was Joon who proposed this. Some of the online sources say he was the first to go to the event this morning. Isn't Joonie the best?" her friend May said proudly.

Nia was confused. Confused but happy.

It was a bittersweet taste for her knowing she no longer had to worry about the well-being of the kids she often had to see struggling for their next meal.

But now she felt a bit empty inside as if she'd lost a connection to an old friend.

"Well, regardless of what BTS did or didn't do, Jinnie Oppa still looks hot as ever," Nia smiled, her friend laughing with her, both of them ending up on the floor while giggling hysterically.

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It was another usual day at the charity event for Nia, her hands diligently applying makeup on her face.

Just as she finished placing her Santa hat on her head, Namjoon came in, his body covered from head to toe in the Snowman costume.

"Ah! Jungi! Just in time! Apparently, we will be helping out one of the neighboring store owners. Her employees seemed to have both caught the flu and we have to go help out," Nia said enthusiastically.

"Is that why you aren't using the usual Santa makeup?" He asked while pointing at Nia's outfit.

It was true, her usual outfit would not get them any sales, and from what she had heard her coworker say, sales were everything for the little cake store across the mall.

'"Question, how is this considered charity work?" Namjoon asked, looking over at Nia with curious eyes.

It was the first time he had seen her without her Santa makeup.

"Well first off, although we are getting paid, we are doing this to help her more than for the money. Plus, at the moment the charity event has come to a stop for today since there was a whole...commotion going on," Nia mumbled.

"What do you mean by commotion?"

"Apparently Jin Oppa and his group were helping out a charity and most of the people who come to our event went directly there to help them out. Jin Oppa really is amazing. There is no one else like him," Nia smirked, her face changing in front of the Snowman that could only stand there utterly confused and a bit creeped out.

"Oppa? Do you even know him to be calling him that?" the Snowman said back, his voice a bit angry.

Nia grabbed Namjoon's arm, pulling him out the door while grabbing a small hood from the corner of the store.

"It's going to be cold outside," she giggled.

Namjoon grabbed a red cape that had hung next to it, draping it over the shoulders of the snowman costume before following behind Nia.

The two walked out of the shop, the only sound coming from the two was that of snow crunching underneath their feet.

"So, do you know him?" Namjoon asked again.

"Do I need to know him to call him Oppa?" Nia answered annoyed.

"No, but it certainly is strange. You know the connotation of the word is strange to hear from someone who doesn't even know him. What if he was to find out-"

"I don't think he'd care. He doesn't seem the type to care," Nia interrupted, her steps becoming a bit faster than those of Namjoon.

"You don't even know him to be so certain of the way he thinks!" Namjoon yelled, Nia coming to a stop in front of a small cafe looking shop.

Namjoon looked around, some people stopping to look over at the commotion he had just created. Namjoon took a step back, Nia simply sighing while opening the door.

"Sheesh buddy, next time try not to overreact," Nia mumbled, Namjoon entering with her to the store.

It was rather small but had a sort of cozy feel. The floor creaked as they made their way into the cafe, the dark-colored tables looking too heavy to move on their own while the large marble register sat at the front of the place. It felt like at any given moment cats would begin to roam around the store, the bookshelves that hung around the ceiling of it, empty, with probably nothing but dust mites on it.

"Ms. Park? Hello?" Nia said out loud.

The small echo was quickly met with the sound of crashing pans and pots, both Nia and Namjoon looking at each other before shrugging, wanting to confirm that they had both heard what sounded like a percussion group having a battle with only metal objects.

"Yeek!" a voice shrieked, both Namjoon and Nia turning towards a set of double doors between two of the larger tables in the store.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!" a voice yelled, the double doors swinging open with such force that both Nia and Namjoon had to take a leap back to avoid getting smacked against a wall by doors.

A tiny frail woman stood before them, her glasses an inch from falling while her hands held something between a burnt pile of poop and a burnt pile of wood, the smoke that came from the charred substance spreading around the cafe. The smell that came from it made Nia gag, her eyes going to meet those of the costume Namjoon was wearing.

"Lucky for him he doesn't have to smell this-" she mumbled to herself, her face turning to the woman in obvious distress.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, you guys must be Mr. Choi's kids. Welcome welcome," she said bashfully, her voice sounding like that of a child.

Her eyes had small wrinkles, her smile lines demonstrating her age, yet her face looked like that of a twenty-year-old.

She spoke politely as she grabbed the dark thing in her hands and placed it on a table nearby.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Nanami Yamamoto. You can call me Mrs. Yamamoto," she said while bowing.

Nia and Namjoon paused for a second before returning the bow, Nia waiting patiently before asking, "So what will be our job today?"

"Why don't I get you some cake, here, sit down," the woman offered.

Namjoon's eyes widened. If he was to eat that meant removing the big heavy snowman head. If he was to do that there was no chance Nia wouldn't recognize him.

"Is this my first test?" he wondered.

"Here, sit down, it will only take a minute," the woman smirked, turning around while humming all the way back through the double doors.

Nia pulled the seat from one of the tables, pulling the hat off her head and resting it on her lap. Looking over at Namjoon, Nia pulled the seat next to her back and patted the seat as to motion him to sit down.

"What to use as an excuse?" he thought to himself, his body beginning to sweat out of stress.

Just as he thought of giving up, a small idea popped into his head. Sitting down next to Nia, both of them waited patiently for Ms. Yamamoto to return.

~

It wasn't long before she came back, a silver cart in front of her with what looked to be three cakes on top of it.

"Here we go," she giggled, placing the cakes in front of them while grabbing a large slender spatula.

"What's with all the cakes?" Namjoon asked, the woman simply placing plates in front of them.

Taking a closer look at the cakes, they noticed what they said immediately.

"Merry Christmas- wait, are these-"

"Japanese style Christmas Cakes," the woman replied, Nia gasping as she looked at the intricate detail of the cakes.

It was the same Japanese cake the Christmas Charity used to give to the parents as they waited for their kids, the same cake she often found herself sneaking to the orphanage.

"I need willing taste testers. Choi seriously always rejects trying my cakes. That old fart doesn't have an ounce of sweetness in his body," the lady groaned, almost mocking the boss Nia worked for.

"We'd be glad to try the cakes out ma'am, right Jun?" Nia asked, looking over at the man in a snowman costume.

How long would he be able to pull off his disguise he wondered, finally coming up with an excuse.

"Actually I don't like sweets myself so my opinion wouldn't be as helpful. However, I most definitely can analyze the decorations," he said, swallowing the craving for the cakes he had gotten as soon as he had seen them.

"But may I ask," he mumbled, "what is that thing over there?"

Both women followed his finger in the direction of the dark pile of 'stuff' that laid on the table next to them.

They had almost completely forgotten about the initial chaos that had ensued when they first walked in, only remembering it after it was called out by Namjoon.

"Oh that. Let us call it failed experiment number 42."

Nia looked back down at the cake in front of her, a worried expression settling on her face.

"But let's ignore that incident, shall we? Nia was it? Would you mind having a taste of the cakes?" the woman said nervously.

"I um..."

Nia looked over at Namjoon, the snowman costumes' large smile making Nia feel as if she was being mocked by the man inside it.

"Well?" the woman said eagerly, her eyes sparkling at Nia.

"I am going to regret this aren't I?"

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