Tryst with Destiny ( TXT ATEEZ NCT STK FF )

Ch 3: False Accusations

The food here was rumored to be good. I ordered a set of cheesy fries, some chicken strips and a beer and sat down at my table, that's when I noticed that a part of the cafeteria was closed off. I guess they were shooting there. The people who were sitting closer probably got a better look at whatever was going on. I turned on my phone camera on selfie mode and lifted it up looking for an angle from where I could catch the celebrity. Struggling for about a minute I gave up quite quick, just clicking a picture of whatever it could capture. A hand suddenly came down and snatched the phone from me.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to need to delete that picture for privacy reasons." the stranger said.

"I'm sorry! You need my permission to do that, it's my phone." I said snatching the phone back from him. I finally looked at him and it caught me off guard.

His eyes flashed in recognition.

"You!" he said grabbing my arm. "Have you been following us?"

It was the same guy!

"What!? No, just who are you? Let go of me!" I exclaimed, all riled up jerking my arm out of his grasp. "Listen if it's about the photo, I don't even know what is happening in there yet. And I swear I won't post it now; I'll post it after whatever it is comes out. But, in my defense, you are shooting in a public space! You guys technical need to get an approval from all of us." I told him rambling again.

"So, let's just call it even, okay?" I asked looking at him hopefully. The look on his face didn't look very hopeful though.

Then realization struck me. "Ey, if you're with them... What are you guys shooting?"

"We are K-pop idols...." He said, his voice trailed off at the end as his eyes focused on something behind me. I turned around to see what had caught his attention.

A much older man with beer belly and beard had walked up to where the shooting was happening. He reminded me of the older generation bikers. He kicked the barrier aside and walked up to the shooting crew. From where I was standing, everybody involved in the conversation looked agitated. He then started shouting at them.

"Its FKK time soon. Are you going to tape my privates too?" the biker guy asked making a huge ruckus. The manager came running and started trying to calm him down.

"Come with me" he said from behind me taking my phone and putting it in his pocket. His voice was still tingling in my ears. He pulled me by the sleeve of my robe and started walking towards the scene trying to gauge the situation.

The conversation there didn't seem to be going too well. Neither the man nor the manager could understand what the crew was saying. The anxiety in the air wasn't helping either.

"They've filmed me and family so much already are going to keep continuing? And why are they so loud! Ping ping ching ching" the man said trying to imitate them.

"Rude bitch!" I said to myself but the guy next tome heard it.

"What does that man want?" He turned around to ask me.

I shrugged my shoulders saying, "I don't know... Do you want me to find out?"

The crew was blocking the doorway and the man was standing in front of it, but I could vaguely see what they were shooting.

"I think it's about FKK... wait a minute" I said calling back his attention. I removed the towel I had wrapped on my head and gave it to him. Feeling confident after giving my hair a tussle, but still in my bathrobe I walked to the manager.

"Kann ich euch helfen. Beim Übersetzen vielleicht!?"

Can I help? with the translation maybe? I asked.