Amentia - K.NJ.

Fifteen

I stood outside the trailer where Jungkook still sat, the sun starting to set. There was a small breeze, the cold air soaking into my leggings that froze me to the bones. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, rolling my ankles as I tried to keep warm and also stretch at the same time. The floodlights filled the area with brightness, the sound of people faded in the back with laughs and shouts. I was starting to grow a little nervous.

Namjoon continued on with the performance. The set up after the whole ordeal that morning took only a few hours, some rehearsals going on. I hadn't seen Insu, only wondering if he wasn't coming out tonight. I had seen Yoongi, but no Insu. I was starting to become worried for my little boy. Namjoon reassured me, though, that Insu would come around soon enough.

Standing outside Jungkook's trailer, I knew Namjoon was inside, directing all the guys and little Jinkyong to do their jobs. I had told him I was going to go grab something from our trailer, but I really only left to get a breather and to calm my nerves before the show had commenced.

I had on some dark purple leggings on, some parts of it slit and showing some skin. My shirt was tight, spaghetti straps to hold it up. It had cut off at my bellybutton, a bit of jewels lining the cutoff point. The fabric matched the leggings, some skin toned slippers on my feet. My hair was pulled up onto my head, completely out of my face. I could feel my face covered in makeup, feeling a bit unnatural for my everyday look. I was supposedly matching Jimin, the theme of the show this time a darker sort of tone, mysterious in a way. Jinkyong always loved this one.

From yesterday, I felt like I was missing my gun or just a handy pocketknife. I felt like it would keep me more protected out in the open like this, but I knew I had nothing to really worry about. There was really no attacks during show hours and I don't think anyone would be dumb enough to become a disruption and flag everyone down. I didn't even know if that guy was rogue or not yesterday. No one was even going to come for Jungkook anyways. No one knew he was with us.

Hopefully.

I just had to trust Namjoon on all of this. He knew what the hell was going on, no matter what. That always gave me reassurance. He knew everything at an exact time and place. There was always floorplans and backups. It was his thing; he was always over prepared. It came in handy in our times of trouble.

I turned to look at the door to Jungkook's trailer as I pulled one of my knees to my chest to stretch. The light inside was turned off, indicating no one was in there. I couldn't hear Jungkook. Either he was passed out, he was gagged, or, worse case scenario, he was dead. Namjoon wouldn't kill him like that for no purpose, not that quickly anyways. I was sticking with either of the first two options.

I heard something hit metal. I snapped my leg back down on the ground, spinning my head to see who was there, instantly on guard. Turning, I found two people I had never seen before. Two guys, both in darker clothing. My heart jumped to my chest, two thoughts coming to my mind; they were lost visitors or they were here to interrupt backstage.

I shook off my fear(basically just cracking my knuckles) then started to approach the two newcomers. I had learned this earlier when the kids were still small and new to the business along with Namjoon and I. You needed to act normal like this was a normal circus with normal intentions. If there were people sneaking around or just flat out lost, helping  them was your first option before taking any drastic measures.

As I approached the duo, I gave a fake, nice smile I had perfected over the years. My hand lifted and gave a small, elegant wave. "Do you guys need something? This is off limits to guests."

Coming closer, these guys were tall, way taller than me for sure. That spooked me a bit, scowls hanging on their faces. One had a bowlcut and the other had spiked hair. They were definitely not coming across as friendly. The one with the bowlcut spoke. "Your husband; where is he?"