Unwanted attachment

Chapter 1: Change of plans..

Oops im late. I was supposed to be at the company 15 minutes ago. My head was spinning as i rolled quickly out of bed and put on the new set of clothes had left out the night before so i did not have to search through my suitcase that was already packed with my belongings. After i had done that, i ran into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. "EEK-" but in the process of doing so my grum started to bleed. 'oh for goodness sake..' i ignored it and spit out the contents into the sink before washing my face and putting on a natural amount of make-up.

Now it was time to leave. I called Yono to tell him i would be late and got into my car after packing my suitcase in the trunk. "Please dont be mad, this is like the first time im ever late" i said as i drove through the quiet roads of Seoul. "Oh please, you were late last week" my boss said. I could even imagine his eyes rolling as he said so. "Okay okay ill work overtime. How about that" 5 seconds of silence followed. "Fine. But get here quick before the boys get impatient" my eyebrows furrowed. 'the boys?' my boss had told me some boys would be staying at the hotel with me but he didn't say who they were?

When i got to the company building i parked right outside and got of my car only to see 7 young men standing behind my boss. He looked at me with an intense expression "Change of plans Y/n". I stared at him "Uhhh sorry im late" i said still unaware of the situation. "Better late than never" my boss said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice but only a little. I closed the car door and walked over to my boss. "Who are they?" I asked quietly. "They are the boys you will be staying with" i sighed and looked at all the boys behind him. They all wore masks and hats to cover their faces. Strange... "So are they another team of journalists? I told you i would be fine on my own while I was writing about bantang" i said with a stronger accent then intended. Its not everyday a south African woman spoke in a Korean accent. Or are least tried.

"Thats true but its not what you think." My boss then turned around and looked at the boys with a wide grin on his face. I looked at them with a confused expression.

"Take the masks off boys"

The boys then took of their accessories and my eyes widened almost popping out of their sockets. It was them... Bangtan. BTS. The boys i was paid to write about. I gulped loudly. They all smiled at me with delight in their eyes. "Ahh...i see, so-so uhm they'll be staying in the same hotel as me then?" I said still looking at the boys "Yes! They insisted on it since the rest of the hotels were too expensive for their taste" i nodded. It was understandable. I was already booked to a 5 star hotel with meals all paid off by the company. I could imagine the expenses if they were to stay in a higher class hotel. Especially since I was already getting special treatment.

I scanned them all before realising i was staring at them for too long. I avert my gaze back to my boss who wasn now facing me. "So? What do you think? Will you be comfortable with them staying with you?" I gulped again but this time i could tell it was visible since my boss's smile turned into a concerned expression. "Something the matter?" I immediately shook my head "No! No of course not. I think its better actually" it wasn't.

But here i am, sitting in a first class seat with BTS. 'why me?' well i knew why. I was the top journalist in the company. I had joined by mistake since they had collected the wrong resume and accepted my application by accident aswell. But it all worked out in the end. I worked hard for the company. Mostly writing articles on BTS and other k-pop idols. Other journalists in the company would always compare their work to mine. How do i know? Well i hear it all the time. Even an article was written about me! How i had written so many detailed and descriptive writing pieces on the boys which helped me climb the ranks and become one of the top journalist within 3 years of working.

I used to stay up late nights finding the perfect way to describe each member and gathering information about upcoming events and fan gatherings. I didn't except any of the praise i was given. I was just a journalist that was very passionate about her job. Thats all.

"So how are you feeling?" I turned my head to the side just to find Kim Taehyung looking at me with his head tilted to the side. I smiled at him and nodded. "Im alright, its not the first ice traveled for work"

That was true. Most of the time if Bangtan were to go on tour i was assigned to go too and watch their entire concert before reporting back to my boss about how it went. I would also write down my own notes in addition to my next article. "Im glad youre alright. You seemed a little shocked to see us"  thats because i was. Never have i actually spoke to them. As that may come to people as i surprise i never talked or interviewed any of them. I just wasn't that type of journalist..

"Yeah well its not everyday you get to meet BTS" i said chuckling. "Thats true i suppose. I hope youre not too tired of us yet" he said referencing to how we had to stop 3 times for different members to go the the bathroom on the way to the airport. I guess it's safe to say we almost missed out flight. I smiled and shook my head. "Dont worry. Namjoon is always prepared to beat our asses if we get out of line" he said in a hushed voice before sinking into his comfortable seat. I glanced over to where namjoon was sitting which was right next to me. He was sitting by the window with headphones on. His blonde hair shading his eyes.

I smiled warmly at the sight before immediately ripping my gaze away from him.  'What is wrong with me.'