Wish (Kim Taehyung FF)

7

Something unexpected happened yesterday when I was going back to my apartment. I was waiting for the bus at the bus stop because Minjae-shi had some other work to do so he couldn’t come to pick me. While i was waiting 3 girls came to me and started yelling at me out of nowhere for staying in their country and kept shouting at me telling me to go back. From their uniform, they were high school girls, so I decided to be quiet because they are immature and me yelling at them back, will do no good.

They crossed their line when they started touching my hijab. I pushed their hand away. “Don’t touch” I warned with a deadly stare. They seemed quite shocked with my warning and stopped touching but their mouth kept saying shit.

Out of annoyance. I decided to walk out from there but they also followed me with their mouth working as well. I was having a mixed feeling that time, I was angry however I wanted to cry too. I wanted to shout back at them and at the same time I want to be quiet.

All of sudden, a black van stopped beside me as the door opened from inside. “Get in” I heard. I don’t know what got into me, without thinking twice I stepped in and it started moving immediately. I shut my eyes and covered my face with hands feeling humiliated and frustrated.

“Are you Okay?” I was jolted into reality. I removed my hand and looked around to see whose van I got in. It was Bangtan’s van. I Thank Allah when I realized that I didn’t get myself into some stranger’s vehicle or myself into some other trouble.

“Huh! What?” I asked.

“You don’t seem fine” Namjoon asked from the front passenger seat as Jungkook was driving beside him.

“Ah no, I am fine and Thank you for asking”

“It’s okay” Namjoon replied.

“By the way how come you are here?” I asked.

“We were passing by and saw you, so we stopped” Namjoon answered.

“Thank you”

“Don’t thank us. It was Taehyung hyung who told us to stopped” Jungkook spoke while looking from the rear view mirror.

“Yah! I didn’t tell you to help her. I just said she helped you, so you should repay” Taehyung defended himself who was sitting beside me.

“Thank you” I said without looking at him.

“We have already come quite far from those girls, so you can just drop me here” I said politely as I looked out from the window.

“It’s okay. We can just drop you at your home” Namjoon stated. “Where do you live?” he asked.

I was about to decline but Jungkook spoke. “I have a better Idea”

“What?” Me and Namjoon asked simultaneously.

“You haven’t eaten yet because you were busy helping us, right?” I nodded. “So how about you have dinner with us”

I declined his offer politely because of two reasons. First, because they are celebrities and I am nobody if someone clicks pictures of us, there will be chaos in the fandom and second but most importantly because of Halal food. And they seem to understand because after that they didn’t force me and dropped me.

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It’s been a month now since I started working in BIGHIT entertainment. Everything is quite well till now. Everyone is good with me except some and that includes Taehyung too. A couple of times I tried to talk to him so that I can clear his misunderstanding but he avoids me like I am some kind of dirt that will dirty him.

He really despised Muslims so much but I will not give up. I will show him what true Muslim is and I will prove him that we are not harmful. Sometimes I wonder why I chose him as my Bias. He is nothing like what they show in T.V or social media.

But whatever, how he is, his passion and dedication to his work is no less than other members. They work 24/7. There is nothing like Holidays or weekends in their dictionary, everyday is the same for them.

Last week was so busy. They had continuous activities like shooting, Interviews etc, so we had to move continuously from one place to another. Most of the time we finished till 11 Pm.

Just like today we just finished their RUN BTS shooting and in 2 hours we have to leave for their radio interview. It was lunch time but my bad I forgot my lunch box back at the company in all the hustle and bustle.

I went to the buffet area from where anyone can have anything to eat. No doubt BigHit is a generous company that takes care of their employees. Jungkook came to me and asked what I was doing as I was searching for Halal food in the buffet. I told him that I am searching for Halal food. He was really surprised to know that there is not a single Halal food.

He was curious to know what I have been eating for the past few days. I answered that I brought lunch. He was really cute when he said that he will ask PD-nim to add some Halal food in the buffet so that we all could eat together. I smile at his caring nature.

When everyone finished eating, we departed for our next destination, that was a radio station. I sat with the Sejin-nim and Hyung line in their van while the Maknae line was in the other. As we reached, everyone ran inside as quickly as possible along with Sejin-nim so that he could make sure everything was going accordingly while I stayed behind to make sure they didn’t leave their belongings behind.

Taking one last glance in the van I also went inside. People gave me weird looks and began whispering. I ignored it and asked the receptionist about where they went.

“Sorry but you can’t go inside” She said. I looked at her with a questioning look. Why I can’t, I asked her but she said that everyone said the same. She thought that I am some kind of stalker or something who is chasing them. I explained to her that I am their assistant manager but she didn’t listen. I even asked her to call Sejin-nim but instead of calling her, she called guards on.

“Leave miss while I am asking you nicely” She warned.

“WHAT?” I yelled. “I won’t. Just called Sejin-nim or any member they will tell you” She didn’t say anything further but motion the guards.

“Don’t come near me” I said to the guards who were approaching me.

One of the guards held my arm but I yanked it. “DON'T TOUCH ME”. He tried to hold me again and this time his hold was firm. “I SAID DONT TOUCH ME” I screamed, trying to free my hand from his grip that was not losing at all. Tears appeared at the edge of my eyes as I was begging him to let me go. However, the guard was constantly dragging me to the exit. Everyone was watching us like some sort of street show.