itzy oneshots

(6th.m) you x yeji : paparazzi

published july 18, 2023. 4023 words
second person pov.

You and your group, ITZY, have reached your highly anticipated tour destination, none other than the beautiful city of New York. Thrill met the air as you stepped foot in the bustling airport, swarming with travelers and none other than overwhelming paparazzi. It comes as no surprise, considering New York's reputation as one of the most heavily populated states in America.

Within the display of power and prominence, you and your group found yourselves completely engulfed by the paparazzi upon arrival. Your bodyguards stood insufficiently, and the several staff members were visibly overburdened, also struggling to keep up with the chaos.

Despising the weight of the situation, you turned to your manager, unsure whether you should continue leading forward. Searching for guidance, you only received a nod, as if she understood the overwhelming pressure you were facing, yet urged you to persevere through it.

Despite your familiar hesitation and anxiety for being in the spotlight, there was no choice but to press on. There was simply no time to rely on the support of your fellow group members, leaving you to confront the paparazzi frenzy on your own.

The constant name-calling and pursuit for you elevated your levels of anxiety. Desperate arms longing a bridge toward you in order to hand you an envelope, a toy, or a gift box. Irritable and blunt questions continuously thrown at you. Cameras, and the flashes shot into your eyes, lingering, even after the effect. The persistent, never-ending observations and judgment among you provoked you to become restless, ever since it had begun. The harsh reality was challenging for you to endure.

Everyone knew that you were significantly uncomfortable when it came to extreme measures: paparazzi pleading for you to twist your face and show all angles in return for the perfect picture, paparazzi never quitting with the hunt to interact with you, and even the relentless actions just to get a picture of you and your group.

And most of all, the petrifying idea of your privacy being invaded.

You were in an attempt to slice right through the surrounding crowd. Your hand gesticulating for them to kindly back away, just a teeny-tiny bit. Your plea and guidance did not seem to succeed, as you were interrupted.

Since the bodyguards were understaffed, there was no possibility that they could circle and protect all six of the group members' presence.

With that being the case, a paparazzo managed to receive a glimpse of your skin. He grasped ahold of your wrist, repeated shouts of your iconic name escaping his lips, "(Y/N)!"

You were immediately taken aback, afraid from such action occurring. The unrelenting demand caused you to panic. Your heart jumped out of its position, constantly banging on your rib-cage. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets, glaring at the shared touch of you and the intrusive man.

He held up a gift bag. "(Y/N), come here, please!" he ridiculously pleaded with you, his voice strained from the previous indistinct shrieks. He began dragging you closer, insisting.

It was difficult to refuse; your bag equipped with your arm, then attempting to repel with the other was a hassle.

"Hey," you began with a mutter. Then, you resisted, feeling in danger. "Excuse me, let go!" You constantly pondered when you would receive assistance in this cruel manner. You looked around, desperate.

It all unfolded too fast, but amidst this moment, and in your point of view, time had elongated.

Expecting your bodyguards' immediate response, you found yourself surprised as another presence took the lead in the scene.