So your night turned out to have a mystery guest, 'well who would have thought?' You check yourself out in the mirror, 'Why did i do that?'' Fuck it, you spray some deodorant and brush your teeth quickly. No harm no fowl. Turning off the entrance way light, you stand in the darkness, with a bit of quick thinking you put your phone on silent. What if he called, it would give away your real room number. It was fun talking with him, lets hope he's not some overweight 50 year old friend of my dads that's playing a trick.
The hallway motion sensors are activated by the arrival of the elevator, you cant see much else from this angle. Your heart is beating loudly and you feel a little dizzy, fuck don't faint again, that's not fun. The next sensor lights up, and before you know it, there's a man standing just to the left of your door, looking at number 4. You send a text, "don't ring the buzzer. I see you"
"so you can see me, I'm not a stalker" he replies. "I'm a nice guy"
"well i can see a guy, how am i to know your morals and personality just by your physical presence outside my door?"
"can you actually see me, my calm face, look I'm smiling"
Of course you cant see that, he's facing the wrong way. All you can see really is an average height man, medium build, with longish dark hair. Kind of rock star vibes. "ok, why don't you take a step back and do a turn for me?"
Laughing, his shoulders bob up and down, he speaks towards the door with the 4 on it, "now who sounds like a creep?" but he does it anyway. And what you see next nearly as you on the floor hyperventilating. Its Min Yoongi. Agust D, its fucking Suga of B T fucking S. Dropping your handset, it clatters to the floor but bounces of your toe and makes you yelp in pain. Shit. He spins around hearing a clatter and walks over to your real door.
"so you lied, well well, that's both dishonest and very smart. I know you see me, and recognise me, please, don't keep me standing out here like some creep"
a few seconds pass in total silence, you do your best to unlock the door quietly, and when you do, he sides steps you and walks right in.
"have you any idea, how risky that was for me. Funny, but fuck, what if someone else was on the other side of room four" he's half smiling but his tone is serious. The only sound made is the door closing.
Nah, coz now Min Yoongi is standing in your hotel living room. In all the delusions and day dreams this was never one. What should you do now.
"Eh, hi. Big fan!" you say. Then immediately want to bash your own head in. Before you can say anything, he speaks, "ok lets just say it, this is weird. It is." He looks so normal. Like he's not a fucking billionaire and hasn't just performed for over 80 thousand people. The realisation that you weren't one of those people hits you again. "you ok there bumpy" he asks. Answering almost right away, "yeah creep I'm fine!" you both laugh and the tension is broke a little. He's just standing there, hands by his sides. Looking a little lost. Bringing his eyes to you he looks at your hair, there's no bandage. "ok, so you are fine, I can leave now. Thanks" as he walks towards you and the door, you move out of the way, You don't want this to be it. Its been a shit day.
"listen, you don't have to leave, i could get you something to drink, then i can sit on the sofa and you can watch me from the other side, take notes for the next time you go stalking?" stopping just at your shoulder, he is taller than you but only half a head. He smells of clothes dried outside. Taking a deep breath of his scent in, you close your eyes and let out a sigh. His hand reaches for your elbow. "the last time you took a deep breath around me you made some art work on the floor, are you ok?" His voice brings you back in to the room, his thumb rubbing your arm snaps you out of whatever delulu your brain was fixing to create. "sorry, you smell like home, its strange, but yeah I'm fine" you look down to his hand, its still on your arm. Then back to his face. He is so effortlessly beautiful. "that's not fair" you whisper out. Shaking his head a little, "what's not fair bumpy?" He's only a few inches from you now, his eyes scanning every part of your face. "hmm?" is all you can manage.
With his other hand moving to your head, he tilts his head to get a better look, "does it hurt?" Looking at you, being this close to you, yes and no. But he's talking about your injury. "eh, no. well yes, but its not the cut that hurts its a long headache. They say it will go away. To keep taking the pain relief and antibiotics for the cut." gently his hand stops near the stiches. "would you like to see my war wound?" moving your hair back and turning away from his stare, you attempt to show him. He parts your hair to get a better look. "I'm so sorry this happened, what a silly accident" spinning round you say, "this was done intentionally, that fan was a bitch" then you clap your hands over your mouth. Fuck, don't be petty. "you will explain what you mean by that but for now, have you taken your meds?" He's so sweet and you have gotten over the fact that he's a super star and in your personal space. "s a creepy stalker and bossy, wow" you smile and walk over to the kitchen, take out a bottle of water and offer him something. "I'm all up to date". Handing him a water too, you sit down. But he sits close to you. "i just want to be nearby in case you pass out again" he says. You don't mind that he's sitting close, in fact, you want him closer. Do you make a move?
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Love hits hard.
FanfictionIt's time to make some choices. You have been putting it off, and people are asking questions. At your age, you feel the pressure. There is always work to be done and smiles to fake. The endless faces and the same questions every time. That's whe...
