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Lee Hana. The Eighth Member. The only girl. Her life as an idol was never set up to be the perfect one, with the struggles she wen...
We just had a long haul flight back from the States, and even though we always flew on a chartered flight for comfort, flying was always rough and I was beyond exhausted.
"I know we're all tired, and hungry and generally in bad moods." Namjoon gathered us round as we exited the plane, "But Army's and Paparazzi have been waiting all night just to see us. So smile and say hello. Got it?"
He got a mumble of replies, most of us still half asleep from the flight.
"Here." Jimin placed a cap on my braided hair as we made our way towards the arrivals lounge, "Better if people don't see your ugly sleeping face." He joked earning a light punch from me, but nonetheless I pulled my mask further up, only my eyes visible.
We kept our heads down as we hurried through the airport. Joon was right, there was fans waiting for us as soon as we reached the departures, snapping pics and chanting our names.
"Hi. Hello!" I waved politely as we squished through, bodyguards surrounding us, keeping the crowds back. Flashes of cameras were making me blink viciously, jostling about in the swaying crowds.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and I immediately whipped around, expecting to see a fan grabbing at me, but it was simply Jimin, urging me forward. He kept a hand on my back, a reassurance for me.
"Hana-noona!" A young fan yelled my name as we finally made it outside, only to be overwhelmed by the Paparazzi, "Sign this." She threw the Love Yourself album my way and I quickly scribbled my signature on it.
"Hana." Jimin warned, seeing us drop back from the rest of the guys.
"I have to go." I blew a kiss at the little girl and I swear she nearly passed out.
Just as I thought we'd made it out of the crowds a reporter stepped in front of us, blocking our path to the van, leaving just Jimin and I cut off from the rest, our bodyguards on the other side of the paparazzi wall trying to shove their way back to us.
"Hana!" One shoved a mic my way, "How do you feel now that you've spoiled the newest release?"
"We'd rather not comment on it." Jimin stepped in front of me, seeing my look of sheer panic.
I swivelled round, the fans from inside gradually making their way out, crushing us from behind. I kept my back touching Jimin as he tried to deescalate the situation with the reporters. I tried my best to reason with Army.
"Please, you guys..." I held my arms out, trying to prevent them from getting any closer, "Army, a little bit of space. Please." They didn't seem to be letting up.
"Jimin." I breathed out quickly. If we didn't move we'd surely be squashed in the crowd. He grabbed my arm and spun me round, giving me a turn to talk to the reporters and him the chance to manage Army.
"Hana! Any comments on your tour in America?" Another reporter jammed a camera in my face and I smiled nervously.
"Yeah. Yeah." I mumbled, "It was good to see American Army's. Yeah." I picked at my nails, becoming quickly overwhelmed.
"Okay! Okay! That's enough!" A bodyguard finally managed to wrangle his way through the crowd. Jimin snatched my hand and we crouched behind him as he pushed his way towards our van.
Unbeknownst to us, the remaining reporters caught this image of us grabbing hands, which began circulating and sparking dating rumours. Dating rumours we haven't been able to squash as of yet.
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(This is not my edit, but it's so well done that I had to use it. I found it on Pinterest but I couldn't find the person who made it. I know it's not exactly how I described they looked in the scenario but shush just use ur imagination)
