BTS' Bodyguard

Six

I mulled over everything that had happened so far and huffed. I'd been living with the boys for less than a week; we weren't even comfortable with each other yet.

"Can't go home without them, they clearly need watching..." I muttered under my breath, stepping into my office.

I was startled by the door bursting open mere seconds later, "Minah!" The boys yelled in imperfect unison.

"Yes?!" I asked, falling back a bit in shock. I totally forgot they were following me.

"Sorry for scaring you," Jimin giggled.

I nodded, still confused, and waited for the rest to speak, but with them all speaking at once, it was rather hard to decipher. I turned around, looking up at the boys surrounding me and finally found Namjoon, reaching out to tug lightly at the hem of his sleeve. Upon noticing my expression, his posture relaxed and he placed a hand on my head, absentmindedly moving his thumb back and forth across my forehead.

"Guys, quit it!" He yelled, making me flinch at the sudden increase in volume.

"Sorry!" They all chorused, stepping back a bit.

After we'd all settled down, with me still sitting close to Namjoon since he was the first one I met and the one who has the ability to calm the rest, he explained to me that they heard about the pictures and vowed to protect me.

"That should never have happened to you, and it's our fault, so we're going to take care of you," Yoongi summarized for them, leaving no room for argument.

"I..." I started, not knowing what to say. Oh, if only they knew... I looked down and fiddled with the hem of my shirt, "I don't know how to thank you all. You don't have to do that, you're doing so much for me already. I don't want to burden you, you know?"

"You're not a burden at all Minah," Jin assured me, "You're a infinitely more helpful than this lot, that's for sure."

"I told you before; it's your home now too. Be comfortable," Yoongi spoke up again.

The rest of them all nodded in agreement, smiling kindly at me, making me duck my head because the feeling was too much all of a sudden - no one had ever been so sweet and accepting of me before. Not since Ryuuji and his brother, Natsume, took me in.

"In that case..." I started off quietly before clearing my throat and repeating myself louder, "In that case, please call me however you like, you don't have to call me formally all the time," I told them.

They all agreed and we lounged around for a bit before deciding to head home. I grabbed the files out of the drawer, securing them into my daybag, and followed the boys out. Hongbin awaited us outside, keys held in his hand.

"Seokjin," He said, simply handing the boy the keys before heading inside.

I shrugged and opened the door to the back, waiting for the guys to pile in before I could take my place, Namjoon automatically taking the passenger seat in the front. I took a moment to scan the parking garage before settling in my spot, wary of any creeps lurking around. On the ride home, the guys took my silence as fear - which, they weren't half wrong, I definitely feared for them - so they tried to be as normal as possible, playing music and fiddling with their phones loudly the whole way home. We'd shifted around so much in the back, that when Namjoon opened the door to let us out, we all toppled out stumbling over each other.

"What in the world...? Actually, no, I don't want to know," Namjoon said, shaking his head.

I cracked a smile at that and waited for the boys to step out before closing the door and scanning the surrounding area. I realized we'd have to go into the elevators and raced to the front of the group, "I wanna press the button!"
They all laughed at the childish action while Taehyung joined me in my endeavor.