Mystery Girl

Busan 18

Y/n's POV

I feel sick to the bone, I cannot stop my leg from shaking and my frame from rocking forwards and backwards, my body's natural response to try and calm me down. Was this inevitable? Maybe it was. Whatever could have happened, this has. Now I have to deal with the consequences.

Bang PD bustles into the room, suitably tense, but still professional, not wanting to stress us further, most probably. He sighs deeply and surveys the room, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer than the others. His gaze isn't accusatory, just seemingly pitiful and regretful for what has happened. 

After clearing his throat, he opens his mouth and speaks, his voice steady, but slow and measured as though he is trying to choose his words carefully. "So, I have been made aware of the incident this afternoon," the pause as he contemplates his next sentence makes everyone move forwards to the edge of the seats, leaning forward collectively, mentally crossing our fingers that we can get out of this mess. 

"Luckily, this problem can be easily solved," before he can continue, a collective sigh is released by the occupants of the room. Bang PD smiles reluctantly at the members' relief. "However," the dramatic suspense that fills the room almost instantly at this one word is overbearing on my shoulders as I wait, carefully listening to his next vocalisation.

"Y/n," Bang PD addresses me with a stern look, and my heartbeat increases under his authoritative stare. I try to voice an affirmation in response, but my voice has left me, so I close my mouth again, nodding nervously. Without further stalling, Bang PD talks once more, his attention fixated on me. 

"The company has agreed that it would be best if you go home now, we are sorry to do this, but it protects both you and the members. Of course, we will let you stay in contact with the members, but we cannot risk another incident like this." I sit completely still for a while, processing his words in my mind. 

Seeing that I am still incapable of speech, Bang PD continues even though the members have started to protest. "We will book you a flight and help you get to the airport safely, but I'm afraid we can no longer have you stay here with us." Breaking eye contact with Bang PD, I stare at my lap, disappointed in myself for having messed up my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and for causing trouble for both the members and the company. 

Taehyung's POV

Bang PD's words make perfect sense, but it doesn't make the impact of them any less painful. I don't want to see y/n like this, I don't think of any of us do, I dare include Bang PD, the look of remorse in his eyes shows some sympathy towards our new friend. 

I try not to stare too much at y/n, as the feeling of all eyes on her in a situation like this must be extremely uncomfortable to sit and deal with. The last thing I want to do is make the situation even worse for her. I want to blame someone for this, but as I run through the options the only person blameable is the photographer who took and spread the photo in the first place. 

This doesn't help as I don't who the photographer was, what they look like, their name, anything that could help me get revenge. Would revenge be fulfilling any sort of justice? Thinking through it another time, my desire for revenge is just blind anger and I would end up feeling even worse about the situation. 

With smaller things, I might allow myself to plot revenge, but when it comes to serious things like this, a second reassessment of my thoughts is compulsory as to not end up in deeper trouble. I almost cut into Bang PD's speech when he mentions y/n's leaving, but Jimin squeezes my thigh, unspoken words of warning passing through his touch, our secret language passing between us and preventing the outcry of injustice to leave my mouth. 

Although Jimin's hand remains on my thigh encouragingly, I cannot bring myself to meet his eyes, my vision blurring slightly, no matter how hard I try to blink back the water wanting to leave my eyes. My fists tighten into balls, but I don't want to hit anything, I just want this to not be happening.

Y/n was supposed to be with us a month or so, not just less than a week. This feels so wrong, all the things I had planned for the following days have now just been turned to dust. Sure I can call and text her, but it is not the same thing as being here with her in person. Will I never see her smile in front of me again? Will I never get to wrap my arms around her shoulders and hold her close?

Bang PD continues talking more, probably about how he plans to resolve the situation entirely, but all I can hear is muted syllables, my hands naturally covering my ears as I lean forwards and rest my elbows on my lap, my eyes closing slowly. Jimin takes his hand away subtly, knowing that I need to have some personal space for a second. I hate people seeing me cry, and so I curl further into myself, unconcerned by how I may look from someone else's perspective. 

I feel someone ruffle my hair and look up to be met with Namjoon, kneeling down to smile at me warmly, Bang PD seemingly not in the room anymore. I smile back at the face before me in silent reply, before dragging a hand across my face and taking a breath before smiling properly, sitting up and reaching out my arms to embrace Jimin, tired from my sadness and so curling up into his shoulder as he laughs lightly, his hands lifting to play with my hair gently. 

Y/n walks over quietly and pats me on the head, a sad smile possessing her face before she is lead out of the room by Yoora so that we can get ready for the concert that is still looming in front of us.

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Author's Note

Oop, not a very happy chapter, but I hope you like it anyway! Vote and comment, it is greatly appreciated. I love you guys 💜