Their Noona: EM

Chapter 20

EM POV

I sat in my hotel room in Indonesia. The flight had been boring and quick as well as the trip from the airport to the hotel. I didn't spend much time talking with the boys, but I did get some worried glances at times. Sighing, I laid back on my bed and lifted a pillow and put it on my face. I yelled into it to get out my frustration.

I lowered the pillow and kept staring at the ceiling. I was worried about the next stop. It was going to be Yoongi's and my anniversary, or at least it would have been.

Knock. Knock.

I sat up and called to the person, "come in!" Ha Jun entered to the room, hands in his pockets. I cocked my eyebrow at him as this was not his normal demeanor. Pursing my lips, I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Let's go out and get something to eat?" He asked, even though it sounded like a statement. Honestly, this was a brilliant idea. Anything to knock me out of this depressive tunnel.

"That's brilliant! Genius!" I hopped up off the bed and pulled out some clothes from my suitcase. It was around seven in the evening and I hadn't felt like doing anything. So, when we arrived at the hotel around four, I had changed into some pajamas.

My hotel suite this time was designed a little differently and the bathroom was just outside my room. I hopped up as I passed by a smiling Ha Jun and planted a kiss on his cheek. Shocked at my own actions, I hurried from the room. Ha Jun's face looked equally as shocked.

In the bathroom I looked at my appearance. My eyes looked a little tired and my skin a bit pale, but overall, I seemed to look okay. I had spent hours crying, but I just a look tired. Nodding my head at my luck, I decided to go all out.

I slipped on some black skinny jeans and a loose burgundy blouse. The sleeves were short and capped and would help me keep cooler in the heat and humidity. This heat and humidity man. It smacked me right in the face when we exited the airport and I feel like I'm going to be its bitch.

I looked at my hair and pulled out the paper with the notes from Hannah. I followed the styling tips and looked at myself in the mirror with satisfaction. I had put in some curly waves, making me look chic. I think pulled out the makeup bag and followed a look that was written at "Relaxed Evening with Friends." I chuckled as I followed the steps. Hannah had given me several routines I could follow.

I was thankful for Hannah's tips. One of the stylists at HYBE tried to help me out, but they hadn't much experience with my fair skin and struggled with providing me different looks. I didn't blame them. They just didn't have any experience.

As I finished applying the lip tint, I turned my face a couple times to check the results. I admit, I had been very nervous for the smokey eye and winged liner, but I was able to pull it off. At least the wings were decent enough if not looking closely.

"Get it girl! Don't let a man ruin this!" I said fiercely, but quietly. I was putting on a brave front for myself. I am trying to keep it out of my mind until we returned to Korea, if I could. I didn't want to me an emotional mess while on tour and I wasn't going to go home early because I needed the experience.

Yes, I was sent on the tour to get away from my stalker, who appears to have come with. But ironically, I was feeling safer here. So many people were always watching. Staff. Fans. Sasaengs of BTS. I chuckled when I realized I was feeling safe because of the sasaengs of BTS.

"What's so funny?" I heard on the other side of the door. I opened it and was greeted by a happy Ha Jun. He looked over my face and grinned. I smiled back at him as we went to the door.

"I was thinking that I actually feel safer while on tour," I admitted and Ha Jun gave me a raised eyebrow as we put on our shoes.

"How did you come up with that?"