BTS' Bodyguard

Seven

I scoffed in disbelief. This could not be happening right now; the boys were already scared and confused, this probably made it worse.

"Shinomiya Natsume," I seethed.

The man in question smiled sheepishly at me, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck, "Hi!"

"'Hi'? 'Hi'?! Are you kidding me right now?" I scolded, completely ignoring the cutesy act he'd put on in front of me.

"Is that anyway to talk to someone who's practically raised you?" He retorted in his usual tone.

"It is if he's SET THE FREAKING APARTMENT ON FIRE GET OUT OF THERE!" I screamed pulling him out, "I'm going to fix this and you guys don't come in until I do, I swear to God Shinomiya," I instructed, leaving my threat unfinished.

The poor boys just looked between the two of us in confusion but I couldn't deal with that right now, the rapidly increasing smoke being a greater concern. I ran into the kitchen, finding the fry pan that housed the small fire. Grabbing the small fire extinguisher from my cabinet, I quickly put out the fire, turning off the stove. Leaving the pan there to cool, I went around the house opening all the windows, glancing out each one to make sure there wasn't anyone lurking who shouldn't be. After setting some standing fans facing outwards in front of the windows to help dispel the smoke, I finally went out to the group waiting in the hallway.

"Y'know," Natsu started as I came out, "Your last name is Shinomiya too," he pointed out.

"Don't even breathe in my direction right now, Natsu" I said tiredly before facing the boys.

"Wait, I'm confused. What the hell?" Namjoon spoke up finally.

That made me nervous. Over the few weeks I spent with them, Namjoon was definitely the one I was most comfortable with and the one I trusted the most. Now, I was walking on thin ice, the person I relied on these past few weeks being the very same to make my anxiety spike through the roof. I extended my hand, shakily gesturing to the door.

"C-come in... p-please.. I can explain everything there" I stuttered, voice quiet and gaze fixed on the ground in front of me.

Behind me, Natsume inhaled sharply and I flinched. This was bad, this was really really bad.

"W-where's Ryuu?" I asked him, not looking at him.

"He's busy, but it's okay. You'll be okay, alright? Everything will be fine," He assured me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, taking a breath before opening them again. He smiled.

"That's my girl," He said, "Now get in there, what kind of bodyguard chickens out of a simple meeting?" He ordered, tone much more harsh.

I let him go in ahead of me as I prepared myself again. Stepping into the living room where the boys had all settled, I rolled my shoulders back, holding my head up high. I stood in the center of the room, allowing them all to get a visual of me and me of them.

"So here's the deal," I began, voice sounding dead.

By the time I was done explaining to them, the boys were in much more tense - much more intimidating - positions, and I had sunk to the floor, leaning against the wall for support as I let the silence suffocate me. I really needed Ryuuji to be here right now. It was strange because I'd never felt the need to have him present before, so why now? Surely a kill took more out of a person, right? But somehow, this was different. Somehow, this struck closer to home.

I guess Natsume realized that no one was going to make a move because he stood up and cleared his throat, calling the boys' attention to himself.

"I'll show you to your rooms then. There's only two, so you'll have to share. One of them is Minah's so no peeking in the closet. I'm sure Ryuuji wouldn't mind you borrowing clothes though," He said, taking them further into the apartment.

I listened to them settle in, their voices gradually going to normal volume as they began their playful banter and got comfortable in their new dwelling. I smiled slightly at the sound and slowly stood up, putting my hair up into a bun before washing my hands and getting started on some light food for the boys. I was so consumed in the task at hand and the thoughts plaguing my mind that I didn't notice Natsume looking in from his place in the dining room as he spoke quietly into his phone. After plating everything, I went to take them to the boys, jumping slightly when I noticed Natsume there.

"Do you mind taking these to the guys?" I asked, holding the plates out to him.

"Go do it yourself. They're just boys, you've kept your cool in worse situations, go on," He said sternly.

I hung my head, dragging my feet as I went to my room, where it sounded like the boys had all gathered. I took a breath and knocked on the door twice, not waiting for them to open it,

"I, um, made you guys some snacks if you're hungry. I'll leave them outside the door," I said quietly, but loud enough for them to hear me.

"And, um, have a good night..." I trailed off, running back to the kitchen to get the last plate of snacks and scurrying to set it with the ones from earlier.

With that done, I went and grabbed my blanket from the basket in the living room and crashed on one of the couches. Natsume huffed and came over, pulling me up so I was sitting.

"What?" I whined, just wanting to sleep at this point.

"Come on, it'll be just like when you were little," He said, sitting on the couch next to me.

My eyes lit up, knowing exactly what he meant. I sat crisscross in front of him while he dug through my backpack and found my hairbrush and some hair ties. Despite the situation at the time, those were some of my fondest memories.

When I was first brought into the Shinomiya household in Japan, I went the first three weeks without sleep. It was really taking a toll on me, too. By the time I was well into my fifth sleepless night I was crying, begging for someone to help me sleep to just let me relax. It was too much, I just wanted some sleep I'd pleaded. Of course, the two brothers took it upon themselves to reach out for help. I saw many doctors, was prescribed many sleeping pills, but to no avail. Until the third week, when I apparently let it slip to Natsume that my mother used to brush my hair, run her fingers through it, and take her time braiding it before getting me to sleep. And since then, it'd become tradition for nights when I was having a tough time. But by now it'd been years; I hadn't done this since moving to Korea 5 years ago. I leaned my head back as Natsu slowly ruffled my hair, letting it loose and easing the sting from having it tied up all day. Within minutes, I was out, head lolled back against Natsu's knee and soft breaths puffing out periodically.

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Ello~

So I'm just posting this short little chapter now *sigh*
As you know, the last chapter was written through writer's block and really, this is where it should've ended so think of it as a continuation as the last one if you will.

I know I'm not consistent on updates yet, but I wanted to let you know anyway that I'm having houseguests starting this week so it'll probably be a bit slower yet unfortunately. But I will definitely try to get an update or two in before I go on vacation so finger's crossed!

As usual, let me know what you think :) comment, vote, PM - whatever it is you like to do; all feedback's appreciated <3
-M
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