BODYGUARD | taekook

6

released: September 14, 2018– 3:18PM, Central Time
rating: PG14
- crude language
word count: 846

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"So..., I watched you perform your new song, and it's honestly the best ballad I've ever heard, like omg," the beautician talked his head off towards the idol sitting in the chair.

"Like, you literally sang the whole song in a head voice, am I wrong?"

"You're right."

"Knew it. I just had a feeling," Seokjin shook his head and smiled to himself, hands holding a brush that circled the other's cheeks.

"I mean those high notes were definitely not done by someone who's got a -pardon my language- but a shitty voice."

"Ehem, uh... Thanks?"

"No problem, Tae. Can I call you that? It fits you. Wait no. V's fine."

Taehyung didn't know how to respond to such a statement. It was clearly rhetorical.

"Do you like V better?"

Or it wasn't.

"Uh, anything's fine-"

"Cool," he removed the brush off the younger's face and set it down upon the vanity.

"Okay, I'm done," he stated and playfully tapped the celebrity's shoulder.

Taehyung could see the beautician strut away with an attitude in his step.

What a character, he thought, examining himself in the vanity mirror.

"You think he's got a crush on you?" the bodyguard arrived, eyes glued onto Taehyung's in the mirror's reflection.

Whipping his head around, Taehyung glared at the younger and walked away.

The man was still mad at what Jungkook did. Both what happened with his fans but also what happened with the robe.

"Mr. Kim! We need to go," Jungkook called after the older, exiting the room.

"Mr. Kim!" he worriedly called out, idol nowhere in sight.

"Mr. Kim, where are you?!"

He ran down the hallway at the speed of light, checking every door that was available or in sight.

Bang's gonna kill me.

"Mr. K-"

Crashing into a taller figure, the two fell onto the ground in groans of pain and anger.

"Hey! What do you think you-" Jungkook scowled and looked up.

His voice faded and he got onto his knees, bowing.

It was Kim Namjoon.

The Kim Namjoon.

The most famous rapper and producer of this century. And Jungkook ran into him.

"I'm so, so sorry," he sounded from his low position, hands out in front of him.

And then the easy-to-love figure giggled a warm, tiny laugh.

"It's okay. Not your fault."

Jungkook looked up to meet the most gorgeous smile a human being could ever imagine. Namjoon held out his hand to which the younger hesitantly accepted.

"You're- you're-"

"Kim Namjoon, yes," he answered, brushing himself off.

"D-don't you have a b-bodyguard with you?" Jungkook stuttered.

"Didn't you know? Idols don't need to be with their bodyguards all the time," Namjoon sarcastically joked.

"A-ah," he frowned.

"Don't be upset," Namjoon frowned, as well. "I was only joking."

"Oh."

"Are you a new trainee or something?" Namjoon small-talked, casually resting his hands inside his loose jogger pockets.

"No. I'm a new bodyguard."

"Ahh, that makes sense as to why you were shouting Mr. Kim everywhere."

Jungkook embarrassingly blushed and lowered his head.

"Let me guess. Are you V's bodyguard?"

"Yeah-"

"Thank god. His old one was kind of inexperienced even though he worked here for a while."

Jungkook smiled at the indirect compliment.

"Why was he fired?" Jungkook asked.

"Well, as you may know already, V is a huge supporter of fan-service, so he always turns up late to events. His bodyguard just let him do it.

"Hope you're different, though, ah... What's your name?"

"Jeon Jungkook."

"Nice to meet you, Jungkook," Namjoon bowed and waved goodbye, making his way down the rest of the hallway.

Fan-girling mentally, Jungkook continued to search for the missing idol, completely forgetting Namjoon's words about personal space.

And then an angry looking man walked around the corner, Taehyung's ear in his pinching grip.

The idol whined the most dramatic whine he ever let escape his lips.

"Why the fuck do you think you can just skip this TV promotion??" the man dragging him scolded, shaking his head.

"Ah!! Jungkook, help!! Ahh!!" Taehyung screamed, trying to pry the man's grip away.

"Hey!" Jungkook growled, stomping towards the two.

"And who the hell are you?" the stranger bit back.

"His bodyguard. You know, the people that beat up others if they harm a celebrity?" Jungkook cracked his neck as his intimidating build approached them.

"Wh-whoa, dude," the man released his grip. "I'm only his dance teacher."

The huffing bodyguard softened his muscles a bit and quizzically observed the dancer. His body was carved by the deities while his face shone, even under the iridescent lights.

"Oh," he answered, eyes landing on Taehyung rubbing his released ear.

"We need to leave," Jungkook stated, grabbing the man's arm and dragging him off.

"Ahh!! Hoseok!! Help!! Ah!" he screamed as the younger pulled him down the hall.

Shrugging, the dance teacher turned the corner and disappeared into the maze of a building.

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