Frenemies

Chapter 7: Work For Bangtan

It had been chaotic.

At points, you found yourself shaking, overwhelmed, and uninterested in the numbing screeching from all the hungry reporters around you. It was one thing to sit and have Jungkook answer questions to openly express your stand as a "criminal" in front of all without your opinion, but to actually have PD Nim guide you out safely was a whole new topic.

All you remembered as you were being escorted out from the back route, was the thought of Jungkook struggling with all the media attention...on top of that, Yoongi had seemed to disappear out of sight the minute he had allowed the shameless photographer to protrude your personal space.

You felt your stomach sink. Now everyone will know my face...I wonder if Kim K. felt like this when the sex tape was released. (a/n: lmao jk, I'm an idiot that clearly finds sex tapes hilarious)

"You were brave in there today," PD Nim said softly by your ear before escorting you towards the car that BigHit was providing for you to take back to your home.

"Jungkook was brave."

"...and stupid."

You grinned a little at that. Surprised there was at least one individual that had showed you some kindness throughout this entire mess, it made you think highly of PD Nim. Even after all the bullshit you did, he seemed to keep an open mind and treat you like a human being. Because I am one at the end of the day...criminal or not, if someone cuts me I still bleed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you said lightly, having that bit go straight through your teeth.

PD Nim nodded, closing the car door behind you when you successfully hoped in.

[now, you may wondering what I mean by that. No, PD Nim and I aren't a thing – I wish honey, but no. I was asked to work for Bangtan to...oh shit, I missed that part of the story to share, didn't I?? Oops, here, it'll all be clear in a moment.]

Sitting in the back of the car, you smiled at the driver that had no expression. It was slightly off-putting to know that this man knew exactly where you lived, while also, knew exactly how to get you there with secret routes.

Staring out the tinted glass, you moved past the reporters in the distance that were still lingering around the building. Probably all waiting to see if they could get a glance of me. Too late, Suga's photographer bitch beat you all.

...and now I'm stuck probably seeing them every day.

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"It's still crowded out there," Jungkook said lowly, leaning against the dressing room's wall as he eyed you carefully by the couch's, "we'll get you home soon."

You were changed back into your clothing, hat on and ready to jet out. You felt safe with your hat on; it hid your beautiful eyes away from Jungkook's narrowed and testing ones.

"Okay."

"Thanks for helping me come clean out there," Jungkook said with difficulty, growing awkward as the minutes strolled by, "I caught everyone off guard by somewhat throwing you under the bus."

"Somewhat?" you questioned in disbelief.

Jungkook grinned a little at that, awkwardly rubbing his hand at his neck as he glanced around the racks of clothing.

"Whatever," you mumbled, ready to slump onto your couch next to your mother, "just get me home without having some other photographer catch a picture of me."

Jungkook's brows knitted and you rolled your eyes internally. You weren't planning on telling him what his older friend did to you during the conference, but you weren't planning on keeping the actual act a secret either.