BTS' Bodyguard

Eight

"For God's sake get your butt off the couch," a voice growled.

Without warning, I was knocked off the couch, landing in a heap on the floor as I struggled to shake off the sleepiness clouding my mind. After a few minutes, I finally looked up and gasped, standing up right away and keeping my hands firmly at my sides as I bowed.

"Bang PD, my sincerest apologies, I hope I haven't kept you waiting long?" I asked, straightening up but not relaxing my posture in the slightest.

"Not at all," he said shortly, "Cover's blown, I'm assuming?" He continued, prompting me to give a report.

I bowed again, gesturing to the dining room, "Right this way sir, let me just collect a few things. Natsume, join us? I haven't given you a report either."

As they sat, I grabbed my backpack and brought it into the room, dropping it by the chair I'd be sitting in, "Have you eaten? Let me grab something to drink for you as well, just a moment," I said, going to set some granola bars, juice, and cups into a tray before bringing them out.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail as I sat, pulling out the file that I needed along with my phone, laptop, and glasses.

"So you see, Sir, my time with you - with the exception of that first incident - has been rather quiet. Until last night that is," I started, flipping open the Manila folder and revealing the photos within.

After recounting the happenings of the previous night, I showed them the pictures I'd taken of the apartment before leaving along with additional security footage from my whole stay at the dorm.

"I will, of course, be looking at these closely for anything suspicious, and monitoring the footage between last night onwards as well. As for the boys, I think Natsume would have better insight as to what should be done moving forward," I concluded.

The older man nodded, sitting arms crossed as he stared intently at the video playing out in front of him.

"Alright. I'm satisfied with your work so far, so good job," He said rather gruffly.

I gulped, feeling a bit nervous despite his light praise. He laughed, reaching over to pat my head,
"Good job, Minah, you can get freshened up while me and Natsume here talk."

"Thank you, sir," I said quietly, bowing before heading back to my room.

Behind me, Natsu's voice filled the silence immediately explaining usual procedure and such. I breathed deeply, happy to be done with my brief report and knocked lightly on my own bedroom door before letting myself in. It was still early so the boys shouldn't be awake yet. I looked over at them, smiling lightly as I saw the four hyungs huddled up on the bed, Hoseok in the middle cuddling into Yoongi.

If it were anyone else, Yoongi just might've pushed them away.

Dismissing the thought, I went into my closet, noticing the emptiness as my usual clothes, along with the things I'd left at the boys' dorm, were missing. Where on earth did Ryuuji put my clothes...? After scanning the small area for a moment, I saw a box set almost mockingly on the top shelf towards the back and scoffed. Of course.

"Up we go," I grunted, stepping forward and on my tip toes as my fingers barely grazed the cardboard.

"Ryuu is such. A. Jerk!" I huffed, jumping as I did so.

"Here," someone said behind me, pulling the box down and letting it land lightly on my head.

I jumped of fright and grabbed the sides with both hands, thanking Namjoon quickly, rolling my eyes when he waved me off, and went to the bathroom with the stuff I needed. A quick shower and condensed morning routine later, I came out in my black leggings and long black and white baseball tee, my damp hair draped loosely over my shoulder.