Rewrite the Rules

Missed: Part 54

The warmth of his body and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulled me to sleep. I woke later to a noise of hushed voices, the voices drifting in and out of consciousness.

Blinking open my eyes, I was met with a sight that sent a jolt through me. We were no longer alone. The bed was surrounded, but Namjoon remained oblivious, still fast asleep, his snores rumbling softly against my ear. I felt heat creep up my neck as I met the wide-eyed stares of our unexpected audience.

Panic clawed its way up my throat as Namjoon's eyes fluttered open. The room, once a haven of tangled limbs and shared sleep, now held a suffocating weight of accusation.

Every member of BTS stood around the bed, their expressions a mix of concern and irritation. My two friends stood frozen at the doorway, eyes wide with shock.

Jin, the eldest, broke the silence, his voice laced with a sharp edge. "You missed sound check!" His words felt like a physical blow, the air growing thick with tension.

Namjoon's head snapped up, confusion etched across his face. "Wait, what happened?" he mumbled, the sleep still clinging to his voice.

Yoongi, ever the blunt one, cut in. "Look at the damn time, Namjoon. You're a no-show. All hell is breaking loose upstairs. They thought you ran away, no one could find you!" His words hammered at my guilt, making the comfortable embrace feel like a crime scene.

Namjoon fumbled with his pockets, a frantic look replacing the remnants of sleep. "Where the hell is my phone?" He hissed, the worry in his voice sending another pang through me.

"I think mine's still in the living room," I stammered, the weight of the situation making my voice weak.

Jimin, usually the bubbly one, chimed in, his voice tight with worry. "We called you, Hyung. Like, a hundred times."

Taehyung, his youthful face etched with concern, added, "Management's lost their minds. They think you're pulling some big act of rebellion. I'm guessing it's connected to whatever argument you guys had this morning."

"They'll blame me. This is all my fault."

Namjoon looked me, his jaw clenched but eyes searching mine. He offered a small, reassuring smile, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes and never quite reached them.

"Hey," he said, his voice rough. "Don't worry, this is all me. I'm my own worst influence, remember?"

Jungkook's voice, laced with concern, cut through the murmur. "...they're saying you have some kind of medical condition?"

Namjoon's reply was a low growl. "Medical condition? Seriously? I swear, some people..." He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

My actions, fueled by an instant of carefree fun, had created a PR nightmare.

"The rumors took on a life of their own." Jin said, He appeared to be nervousness. "Did you hear? They're saying you're married!"

Jimin followed on his heels, a worried frown creasing his forehead. "And it's a bad one, apparently. It is spreading like crazy."

Namjoon slammed his hand down, startling us all. "Married? Where in the world did that come from?"

Yoongi, ever the voice of reason, spoke up. "There are those photos of you kissing Emma on stage. Fans are running wild with speculation."

Taehyung, ever the optimist, piped in. "It's just a misunderstanding. They'll blow over eventually."

Jin, however, remained practical. "Don't be surprised if management throws a fine your way for missing soundcheck."

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably, adding another layer to the confusion. "They said there were medical issues and that you wouldn't be attending the soundcheck or the concert."

Namjoon pushed himself off the bed, determination hardening his features. "It's okay. I'll go manage this now." He gestured for the other members to follow him. As they reached the door, he turned back, his gaze meeting mine for a fleeting second.

"We'll talk later. I'll text," he promised, his voice leaving room for both explanation and reprimand.

The slam of the door echoed heavily in the room, leaving me alone to face the aftermath of our reckless slumber. Shame coiled in my gut, twisting with the fear of jeopardizing Namjoon's career. The playful morning cuddle had morphed into a costly mistake, and the weight of responsibility sat heavy on my shoulders.