Your Past is My Future ✓

➻Three

I staggered a little and the golden yellow-haired man darted forward to grab my elbow to steady me. I realized he must've been the one who'd touched my elbow earlier.

"Y-you're lying," I whispered. "You can't just... you can't just jump from 1860 to 2018."

"Namjoon-ah, that's ridiculous," the black-haired man said impatiently.

"So is the amount of sleeping you do!" The golden yellow-haired man supporting me replied cheerfully.

"Irrelevant, Taehyung," the black-haired man glared daggers at the man beside me, who must be Taehyung. What a strange name. "What I mean is, are we sure this girl isn't, you know...." he made small circular motions in the air around the side of his head.

I got the idea though. "I'm not crazy," I said.

"Your dress certainly begs to differ," the black-haired man said, giving me a once over.

My jaw fell open a little. "Excuse me! I am dressed very modestly, unlike all of you who are shamelessly showing off so much skin!"

"You should've seen the concert when Jungkook lifted up his shirt for everyone to see," the pink haired man muttered. "How's that for a lot of skin?"

"Jimin-ssi!" the red-haired man slapped the back of the pink haired man's head.

Lifted his shirt for everyone to see? Were these men, perhaps, vulgar as it may seem, prostitutes or some other sort of obscene entertainers? My face grew warm just at the thought.

"Okay, now can I call the manager?" the silver-haired man whined.

"And what will they do?" The orange-haired man- Namjoon, right? - turned to face the silver-haired man. "It's obvious this girl doesn't know how to work a phone or know how to call her parents and certainly doesn't know where to go."

"So what? What are we supposed to do?" the silver-haired man demanded in exasperation.

"I think there's only one choice left here," Namjoon said with a sigh.

The other young men caught on faster than I did. All their expressions shifted.

"Hell, no," the black-haired man said quickly, using such profane language casually. "Bang PD-nim is going to chop off our heads if he finds out."

A gasp escaped me involuntarily at the black-haired man's words. What sort of man did this group of men know that would actually kill them so quickly?

"Relax, Miss Priss," the black-haired man said drily at me, "it's just an expression."

"Yoongi hyung, I think you're being a little too harsh on her," the pink-haired man, Jimin, said gently.

"Like I said, we really have no other choice," Namjoon said.

"Namjoon-ah," the silver-haired man tugged at his hair. "We're about to go on a world tour, we do not have the time for this girl."

"We're tired," Namjoon said quickly. "We'll figure it out in the morning when we've rested a bit. Right now, we just need to figure out a way to get her back to the dorms."

"We have another concert tomorrow," the white blond-haired man reminded Namjoon quietly.

"Anyone who has an idea to get Abigail back to the dorms without our managers knowing, please speak now," Namjoon announced.