Pose For Me | K.TH

15

AILA

My eyes flicker anxiously.

Taehyung is talking French to a man in a suit, his expression taut as he glances at the crowd outside. And I wait patiently until he turns back to me.

"Miss Aila. You'll go with this man here."

"This man?" He says, looking appalled before offering an arm in my direction. "Ridiculous. My name is Seokjin, mademoiselle."

I look hesitantly at his hand, head turning back and forth between the two men. Where was Taehyung going to go?

"You're starting to make me feel a bit awkward." The man named Seokjin laughs, and I slip my hand over his arm. "You two are just going different ways to the same location. So promise me you won't worry."

He sticks out his pinky in my direction, expression expectant.

A soft laugh escapes my lips as I touch pinkies with him.

"...okay."

Seokjin is nicely talkative as he takes me through the airport. We're up on the second floor and just outside the elevator when he taps on my shoulder, pointing at the floor down below.

"Now you can see why Taehyung told me to take you away from him."

My eyes travel down to find him. And I nearly can't, with the hundreds of people forming a massive crowd.

I nearly miss his figure between all the people, cameras flashing wildly.

He has his dark beret pushed low over his eyes, surrounded by people that seem like guards.

And I look back up at Seokjin. He was dressed similar to them, with a dark suit and an earpiece clipped to his ear.

"Are you a bodyguard?"

"Oui." He grins, brushing his chin. "Usually I'd be down there, but thanks to you, I'm up here. And I cannot stress how grateful I am."

It did look really stuffy down there.

Pursing my lips, I shuffle closer towards the railing and peek over the edge to get a better look. I can hear the reporters and journalists from all the way up here, shouting and yelling in French.

My brows furrow.

I had no idea what they were saying, but I didn't want them to yell at Taehyung.

Seokjin comes next to me, chuckling under his breath.

"They're asking about you."

"Me?"

"Yes. Every time Taehyung picks a model, it's front-page worthy material. They're asking where you are, who you are."

He gives me a knowing look. "He probably knew this would happen, to send you off separately like this. Kid is smarter than he looks, avec certitude."

I breathe. "I wish they'd stop shoving him around."

"Well, it's what those reporters do." He shakes his head. "They want to get themselves into his life. He's one of the top celebrities that the public doesn't know much about."

Oh.

I could still remember the description page I'd read about Taehyung, back when I'd searched him up.

"Come, mademoiselle." Seokjin says, offering me a hand.

"We don't want to be the late ones."