Still With You [A Jikook Fanfiction ©️ Book 2]

Chapter Eighteen: Bloody Twitter

I'm here, queer and full of existential fear.
I'm sorry I'm late but today you can have two updates 😎

(I'm understand if you now unfollow me for that ^. )

[Sorry started training late 🙏💜]

If you understand why I can only hear David Tennant yell this chapter title: Creds.

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The young singer was becoming quite proud of himself at his ability to communicate with the family, despite the obvious language barrier. He did not think he'd met any kinder set of strangers who willingly altered their evening holiday plans to sit and patiently wait with him. In the best broken english he could, he explained how eventually, someone would find him. He'd tried calling the dorm on the receptionists phone three times now, but no one had picked up.

While he sat and waited, nervously picking at the thin threads of his ripped jeans, his mind began to wander back to the argument. He knew he'd been in the wrong. Although Jungkook had never displayed any  intention to force Jimin to speak of past relationships, he knew having lied about Ji-seok simply made the situation worse. Especially in the compromising position the maknae had found them. With a sudden loud sob, catching the surprised attention of the kind parents, he realised what his actions would have looked liked to his young boyfriend.

It looked like Jimin had tried to cover up him cheating.

About to wander down an even darker path, the hotel doors suddenly slammed open again, followed by a panicked cry of "Jimin-ah!" The contemporary dancer had little time to process his stunned thoughts when a black haired figure barrelled into him, sending both tumbling heavily to the floor. Once realising he was alright, Taehyung let out a sob of relief and hugged his soulmate tightly,  pinning him firmly to the floor without care for their taken aback audience. He could hear Taehyung's heart beating frantically against his chest, his lungs heaving large gulps of air as if he had been sprinting for miles. Glancing up, he caught thin trails of sweat trickling down his best friend's neck and with a sudden shock, he realised the stupid child had chased him all the way to the hotel on foot.

After a few moments of sobbing from both young singers, Jimin finally managed to prise Tae off of him and wrap him in one of the warm blankets he no longer needed. His 95' line best friend shuffled into the sofa, took one look at his audience and promptly sneezed loudly.
After a moment of silence, looking between the European family and back to his soulmate, Taehyung finally couldn't keep his racing thoughts to himself. "Jimin-ah why did you run? I-I was worried you'd do something reckless and you'd get injured or-or-"

"-I don't know Taetae... I-I just couldn't bare the thought of hurting him... So I ran." As he spluttered his response, he  held up his arms in order to show Taehyung that indeed, he had not been injured in any way. The youngster examined his palms, gripping his wrists firmly and glancing in a determined fashion across Jimin's facial features. Once he was happy the singer was physically alright, he let out a huff and fell back against the sofa. Then he remembered the family.

They had been seated there nearby, respectfully allowing Taehyung to baby Jimin for the past few minutes, having quickly assumed the two knew each other well. "Ahh... This is my... Bandmate." he pointed at Taehyung who was glancing around nervoualy, whacking him round the head softly and mumbling, "English. They helped me." But to Jimin's confusion, Tae wasn't focused on being polite. His attention seemed to be elsewhere.

"J-Jimin there's-" He batted the contemporary dancer's arm staring out of the window into the darkness. But this was simply ignored.
"His name is Taehyung-"
"-No... No Jimin-ah there's-" But Jimin kept babbling on happily to the smiling family.
"His english is... Better than me-"
"Baby pay attention look there's-"
"Taehyung what-?!" The dancer finally drew his gaze to where Taehyung was manically pointing as obviously as he dared. Jimin's smile faltered. "Oh sweet shit."

The soulmates turned towards each other with wide eyes, each faltering in their speech, their lips trembling nervously. And as a bang echoed across the glass of the hotel doors, the pair instantly dropped to the floor and buried themselves into the pile of blankets and jackets around them.
A loud chatter wafted across the extravagant lobby, dancing into the ears of both singers who let out silent whimpers at the sound.

"Are-are you two ok?" Jimin gently prised his head out of where it was enveloped by a blanket. He took one glance at the small group of girls at the door and then turned to look into the concerned eyes of the mother.
He shook his head, stuttering, "F-fans..." But that was all he dared utter as the chattering group grew louder. He let out a yelp and curled further into a ball as a figure rapidly approached them. But to his relief, it was simply the receptionist.
She laid a comforting hand on his trembling arm, "I can't move you two without them seeing. But I can try and make them leave." he nodded his thanks, taking a deep breath in some desperate attempt not to give in to the tears that threatened to spill across his eyes.

Before the receptionist could leave, the mother stopped her gently. "Why are they so scared? They are their fans... No?"
She sighed, "They are not scared of the fans. They are scared of what the media will say about their company and how their group is treated... The KPop culture is harsh enough that it could have critical impacts on their success. Although BTS are small now... Its obvious they are beginning making bigger companies feel threatened and they could use that to power the group down."

The parents looked at each other in disbelief, then looked at the two young boys quivering under the blankets.
"Wow..." The dad scoffed, glancing at the boys again and back to the fans outside. "BTS must be good if they're making others feel threatened."
The receptionist smiled, ensuring her eyes met both those of the singers. "You couldn't even begin to imagine." And she didn't wish to say any more until she'd gotten rid of the loud gaggle outside.

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No one could deny hearing two loud sighs of relief as the chattering died down, to be replaced only with one single set of high heels clacking across the marble flooring. Tentatively peering over the sofa, the singers realised not a single fan was left and gently reseated themselves. The group elapsed into a moment of silence, each brain slowly processing what had just occurred. And then...

"How the fuck did they find us?!" Jimin suddenly yelled at his brother, stumbling to his feet, "We're not that famous! We don't have eyes and ears everywhere!"
"I-I don't know..." Tae perched on the sofa, looking at his brother in desperation, "-I wasn't followed I swear I checked!" As he threw his gaze around the room, his mind paranoid that the group were still somewhere lingering, his eyes fell on of the children.

The boy was looking st them both, then glanced at his phone and then back to the two bewildered singers. And then, with a trembling voice, he spoke. "I-I'm sorry." Although he began asking the receptionist to translate, Taehyung already knew what had happened. Fucking social media. He pulled at the strands of blanket around him angrily, rapidly muttering in frustrated tones to Jimin what had happened and, once the translation was given, his suspicions were confirmed.

The kid had looked up Jimin after hearing his name from the receptionist and had decided to comment about meeting him on twitter. One of his friends had tagged BTS in the thread and before he knew it, fans had gotten hold of the location.

It wasn't long before another chatter arose and once more, Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung fled to the safety of the hotel floor, "F-fuck!" Jimin yelled, slamming his fist in anger onto the floor. But he didn't blame the kid. He couldn't have known. About to bury his head into the blankets and wait out a long few moments for the fans to leave, the air suddenly grew eerily silent.

Not a few moments later, Jimin heard spluttered surprised from the European family and he lifted his head, concerned some of the fans had gotten in. What he didn't expect was to be firmly hauled to his feet and abruptly met by one of their security team, "Out!" they pointed to the door, handing Jimin's arm he was firmly clutching to a second security member, who began briskly walking him out. The man then grabbed Taehyung and followed suite, "Out before more arrive!"

"W-wait! I need to say... Thank you!" he yelled at the family. Although their faces were plastered with shock, they managed small timid waves and comforting smiles at his retreat. He then met the eyes of the receptionist, "Thank you!" he yelled again before the hotel doors closed and he was firmly guided into one of the cars parked outside.