My spring day. [COMPLETED]

safe.

"Y/N!!!" the loud voice of Ms. Goldberg, your boss, makes you jump. You had been day dreaming, again. Hayoon, the other girl on duty, smiles at you, "Met someone?" You blush profusely.

Last night was a dream, it couldn't have been real. Your first kiss, ever, was an international superstar. You. A random, small-town girl. And a world famous artist. It was a one of the really good days, something that wasn't common in your life. Or it was all a lie. You were finally losing it. About time.

The wind chime on the door rings and you look up. A man in a black t-shirt walks in. "Y/n?" he asks Hayoon. She shakes her head and points at you, cautiously.

The man walks over to you, his face a deadpan. You were still holding a tray of empty coffee mugs; a good enough weapon for self-defense. Once he reaches you, the widest smile appears on his face, "Oh you are really pretty."

"Excuse me?!"

"Jungkook kept talking about how pretty you were, I didn't believe him," he chuckles nervously.

"Jungkook? What - ? Who are you?" Their manager wasn't this guy, who was this, their driver?

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm his manager. Nice to meet you," he bows.

"But, but they brought someone else that day," you weren't sure if you should trust this man.

"Oh that must've been our Sejin. The boys have more than 2 managers y/n. There's 7 of the brats you know."

"Oh..." that must be true, Sejin was the name. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"I was asked to give these tickets to you. Please accept them," he hands over a rectangular printed paper. It was a concert ticket. The boys were having a concert in Seoul. In 2 days.

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You come out of the shower to hear the sound of your phone ringing. Tying your hair up in a towel, and putting on your bathrobe, you walk out. "Hello?"

"Y/n," his voice had a deep huskiness, like he had just woken up. you feel goosebumps rising along your spine.

"Hey you," your voice goes a pitch higher.

He chuckles, "Oh? Are you trying to be cute?"

"What! No no, I was just. No - " Oh my god get a hold of yourself!

"It's okay, I like cute girls," even though you couldn't see him, you could picture his smirk. "Did you get it?"

"The ticket? Yeah I got it," you pick the paper from your bed, "You have a cute manager."

"Hey I'm cuter than him!"

"You wish," you loved teasing him.

"Well too bad, you're mine now." You're glad he can't see you because the color of your face was a whole new level of red. He takes a pause, as if letting his words sink. "You'll come, right?"

"I want to, I really do, but –"

"No buts, c'monnn," he begs, "Please?"

"What about my mother?"

"Sejin hyung to the rescue. To be honest, I think he enjoys being with your mother more than he does looking after us lot."

"Will you be singing your solo?"

"Someone's been doing their research. Do you like it?" he sounds nervous, like a little boy showing off his drawing to his favorite teacher.

"Hm, I do," you think of his dream like voice, "I like it a lot." He lets out a deep sigh, "You don't know how much that means, coming from you."

You both stay silent. You can hear his breathing. "Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Say you won't let go," he whispers.

"I won't." You're surprised by the speed of your reply, and the sturdiness of your voice. Not one bit in doubt, no once wavering.

By the time you get off the phone, your hair has already dried up. Your mother was fast asleep. You turn off her light. For the first time since your father died, you sleep in your own room instead of the floor of your parents' room. You had been too scared to leave your mother, afraid that when the morning comes she'll be gone too. But now, you had him. It felt like nothing could go wrong anymore. You were finally safe. Finally breathing with ease. 

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