Two Weeks - BTS JungKook Fanfic

Inappropriate advances

I left my portfolio with the sewing team and arranged for the full sized garments I had done already to be picked up later. The guard who had winked at me earlier volunteered to do the collection and this time I tensed. Once we had left the studio I grabbed Kookie's hand.

"I still can't believe this is happening." I said smiling at him. "We should go somewhere and celebrate."
We sat holding hands still in the car and the guard held himself as if he was angry.
"Are you two an item then?"
Ahh. That was his problem.

"We've been best friends for some time now."
I didn't owe him more than that as my private life was just that - private.
"When I heard you had come from England I thought you would be like some of the other girls. They are always happy for a bit of Korean..." He stated trailing off at the identical dagger expressions on our faces.
"Shit. I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting..."

"Do not bother saying any more." Kookie warned him before turning his body more towards me, making sure the guard couldn't misinterpret the situation again.
I leaned against Kookie as we took the lift back up to our room. I had thrown an extra glare at the guard who said he'd wait near the reception desk. As if I'd let him any where near our room.

I pulled away from Kookie hurt that someone would look at me and assume I'd be up for sleeping with them just because they were Korean. I had read about girls who did just that and about the guys that wanted to "try something foreign" the way you'd try new food or going to a new place. I had even heard of guys in Japan who would pay foreign girls for a chance to get them into bed, or wherever they could get a bit of privacy.

I looked over my reflection repeatedly trying to see what could have given off such an impression. My hair glinted at me and positively screamed "different", the colour and texture marking me as other, but I had no idea what those types of girls even looked like as it was mostly rumours or stories of girls turning down propositions that I had heard.

I reached a hand out to my reflection, ready to cry. Just before Kookie embraced me, I spun around angry. "How dare he make assumptions then get angry at me because I'm unavailable? What a self entitled prick. I'm going to report him as soon as we get out of this lift. Who knows what he gets up to around other women if he can do this while at work?"

I could see a spark of humour growing in Kookie's eyes replacing his anger. I loved how he didn't hold onto anger and felt mine fade. I was still royally pissed but not with the man in front of me. I stood closer to him, leaning on him. I actually wanted to wrap myself around him and kiss him but know better than to go overboard with the PDAs as it's kind of frowned upon.

I took Kookie's hand and pulled him along the hallway to our room. I made a quick call to Mr Park and let him know that the security guard would be returning soon and that he had behaved inappropriately. I felt awkard having to repeat the conversation to him, making sure he graped all the unspoken words and my concern that he might not have only done it to me. I'd rather overshoot and be wrong than find out I could have saved another girl or woman from his advances.

I shivered slightly at the tone in Mr Park's voice, not envying that guard or anyone else who crossed his path. I could almost feel a dangerous anger leaking over the phone, but also a sense that he was happy I was a kindred spirit of sorts. Our creativity and love of justice connecting us, our business relationship could only flourish. This was going to be a great trip.