biased || 방탄소년단

16. the man in the black mask

I am currently sitting on my bed. In my room. Alone and very angry. How did I get here, you may ask? Well it's a long story...and I honestly don't feel like it right now....nah I'm just kidding. It all started, I think, 5 hours ago.

-5 hours before the incident...whatever that was-

Ding!
I pop toast out of the toaster and set it out on a plate. I've also made eggs and pancakes. The boys like when I make American breakfasts because it's different...I guess.

I can't believe I've been working for Big Hit for almost two months now...it feels like just yesterday.

I leave several plates out and put little sticky notes by each plate. The sticky notes have a message for each of the members. Nothing special. Nothing out of the ordinary this morning.

Or at least yet.

-4 hours before the incident...still...don't know what it is-

I decide to go on a jog around Seoul...

That was my first mistake of the day.

-3 hours and 30 minuets until the argument...about something-

I'm officially lost. My phone has died. And all I can do is aimlessly wander around the streets and try to ask for directions.

Everyone today is obviously not in the mood because whoever I asked just dismissed me without question...

I don't even have money for a pay phone that I pass...I didn't even know those things still existed...

I'm officially screwed.

-meanwhile in the Big Hit practice room...-

As the boys work on choreography for their up and coming Japan tour, they can't help but feel as if something is missing. Screaming? Critiquing? Clapping? All from which normally came from their American girl. But she was no where to be found.

As practice continues, they worry. Sure, she disappears for a while, but it's an hour at most; and normally she just is at the grocery store.

The maknae of the group has tried several times to call. With no answer, the boys begin to worry.

Discussing the matter, one speaks up.
"I'm going to find her."

-2 hours until...the thing...back with the confused lady-

It's currently 8 o'clock-ish at night. And I don't think I've gotten any closer to Big Hit. I found the Han river so I'm just walking along it until I see something familiar...nothing.

"You lost?" I turn to see a man, probably in his mid 20's. A black mask covers his face, green eyes are the only thing visible. It is quite normal for people in Korea to wear masks; however, at 8 o'clock-ish at night, I felt sketchy vibes coming from this man who I, under normal circumstances, would approach. It also didn't help that there was no one else around.

Just me...

And the man...

-let us go back to our hero, shall we?-

The clock turns to 8:30. Hours and hours pass and they still cannot find her. Everyone has pitched in, as worry arouses.

Breaking away from everyone else, the boy heads to her favorite spot. The river.