Too Many Temptations

Chapter Nine: Just Give In

Upon entry into the hotel lobby, you saw a large group of fifteen men standing by the boys manager.

"Yah! Boys! Come over here." Your heart started to beat a little faster than before hearing the managers voice echo throughout the hotel lobby. Would he know you eight were all just together?! Your swollen lips would surely expose your secret elevator escapades. He could very well assume something happened. No, no don't be crazy. Just be calm. "Oh good, you brought your stylist. I wanted to speak with you, dear." He motioned you over to stand beside him. Panic. Just pure panic washed onto you. Your nerves calmed a little as he continued talking. "First I'd like all of you to meet these men, they're from Zeus and Hera Protection Agency. They'll be your personal protection from crowds when you leave this building." The men all stood 6'2" or higher, they all wore black tee shirts and dark jeans. They all had in-ear devices and sunglasses. One of the men pushed his sunglasses up into his dark brown hair, and extended his hand to Namjoon, introducing himself as the guards team captain. "Alright give me a second guys, I just need to have a quick chat with her." The manager pulled your hand lightly, guiding you a few feet from the group of men. "Please don't panic." He started, eyes locking with yours. Too late; you've been panicking since you saw his face in the lobby. "Sofia went home." You thought your heart would fall out of your body with those words.

"How... What?! Why??" You asked frantically, though you already had an idea as to why.

"I'm not really sure. She said she was feeling unwell and needed to go home. I'll talk to her when we get back, and I'll have to seriously consider her future with the company; but I'm telling you this because I'm going to need you to pull double duty for the rest of our stay in Japan." His eyes never left yours, his sincerity and misplaced guilt radiated from his gaze. It was your fault she left, you knew that, but he obviously didn't. So you did what you do best, you played dumb and faked your reply.

"Oppa. I've been with you for a long time, you know you can count on me. Please don't feel as though you're burdening me." You force out a smile, and extend your hand to him. With a bit of a laugh, he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your back.

"Ahhhh thank you. You're simply amazing." You smiled into his shoulder, this was the best manager the boys have ever had. He was so sweet to you and the whole team, and he was also oblivious to your personal agenda with the group.

The walk to the venue was very exciting that day. You stood in between Jimin and Namjoon, both standing close to you, their arms occasionally grazing yours. Jungkook and Taehyung marched in front of you, you had to walk in step to avoid stepping on the back of their heels. Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jin all walked behind you. The manger walked in front of all of you, as you were all encased by the tallest, scariest body guards you've ever seen. Young girls screamed, and tried to throw themselves past guards, swinging iphones, letters, signs and gifts above their heads. You could hear a few girls call out your name, and you looked up confused.

"That's her! They say she's a stylist but we saw her walking with Jungkook early yesterday morning! She's his girlfriend!" The girl raising her voice above the crowd was no more than 5'4", probably around 13 years old, and she walked in pace with the guards. She stood as close to the group as possible, and you could feel her gaze on your face as she screamed about what she witnessed yesterday. You clutched your binder to your chest and continued to look down. "WHORE!" The girl yelled at you.

Jimin saw your hand trembling over your binder out of the corner of his eye, and he put his arm around you. He knew you were about to cry and he didn't want these crazy girls to get that reaction from you. "JIMIN OPPA! WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING HER?! ARE YOU FUCKING HER TOO?" Another girl screamed. Jimin let his arm drop to his side as he just let out a defeated sigh.