"You're just like everyone else."
stig·ma
noun
a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person
START :: O6/21/24
END :: O7/O7/24
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Fog clouded the road. Quite honestly it was not good weather to drive in. The van was quiet. Don't interact too much. No after-work dinners. No hanging out before or after work hours. Taehyung repeated the words in his head as his eyes traveled to the group's new assistant. She looked different compared to the last time he had seen her.
Meanwhile, you could feel his eyes boring holes into your skin. Out of instinct, you began to rub your shoulders. "Are you cold?" Taehyung's words sliced through the silence. He mentally cursed himself for going back on his thoughts. You shook your head and gave a weak smile.
Why is he being so nice?
Yoongi clearing his throat brought you back to your main job. Grab the flash drive and give it to Quinn. That's what you wanted right? Why did everything involving Quinn trace back to a video?
The van came to a stop and there it was the airport. Your sister decided to move her plan into action while the boys started their tour. Which meant you were stuck with Taehyung for months on end.
The boys' eyes darted to you. The sudden attention made heat rise to your cheeks. "I thought I was the last one to get out since I'm the assistant." Jungkook chuckled. Your eyes narrowed at him. He got the girl and the success. Quinn was left to be a villain and in pain.
"Not in our case. If we leave you behind, there's a chance you could get hurt." Hoseok's words alarmed you. Quickly you slid the door open. You walked out and the cameras began clicking. You prayed no one would recognize you.
It would be catastrophic.
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A smirk crossed your face. You knew what the kpop idol was here for. The stigma around your sister was awful. People believed she was a whore. She was easy. Including the one sitting on the couch. You often wondered if people would feel the same if they found out about your secret identity.
"So why are you here to see Quinn?" Mischief danced in your eyes as you walked over to the man on the couch. He stiffened at your question. Darkness flickered in your expression at his reaction. He sighed before responding to your question.
