“Are you kidding me?” I stare in disbelief at Jimin’s feed which was filled with screenshots of me with all types of comments beneath them.
Some are calling me the luckiest girl on Earth, others catching some facial expressions I couldn’t hold back at some of the guys responses, and most are questioning my relationship to the guys.
“They like you,” Jeongguk adds from my hotel bed, legs propped at a right angle to support Taehyung’s napping form.
“Most of the stuff is in English,” Jin pouts from his perch at the window. “I wonder what they’re thinking. This is the first time any of our managers has been revealed.”
I drop my head into the pillow beside me, groaning at the stress knots waiting to wind up my body. The interview went fairly well, and I have gained even more respect for Namjoon’s ability to listen and translate so quickly with so many voices in his ears.
It felt like for every one question, there were four answers, and I had to filter out the best one in rapid succession. It was taxing and all that was on my mind was sleep.
But of course, like disobedient children, everyone filed into my room and now refused to leave until room service was delivered.
My prayers were answered by the sound of knocks on my door. They hoot and holler creating a stampede as they rush to collect their late lunches from the delivery man. The door closes after a few loud shs and thank yous, but I don’t bother moving from my fetus position on the couch.
That is until I feel my heel slipping off and kick out my foot to catch it. “Ay!” someone shouts, catching my foot after it has made contact with their body.
I whip my head up and find Yoongi, rubbing his thigh with one hand while his other holds my heel. “I thought everyone left,” I give an apologetic smile, sitting up and running a hand down my tired face.
He says nothing in response. Instead he kneels down to removes my other heel, then places them beside the couch for me. With that he stands back onto his feet and walks towards my suitcase.
“What are you doing?”
“Finding your sleep clothes.”
“We have to go back out at 7 pm to see the set for tomorrow’s performance.”
“We,” he pulls out an oversized t-shirt with my high school’s mascot on it. “Not you.”
He tosses the shirt to me then promptly turns to face the wall opposite of me.
I feel my face go warm, an indescribable expression of gratitude and exhaustion running across my features. “I can’t let you all go alone,” I say, betraying my own words as I peel off my stiff dress.
“There will be plenty of others. We have designated drivers, the show’s crew and producers on top of security. Not to mention we ARE adults after all.”
I tug the t-shirt on and clear my throat as a signal for a clear coast. “I’m just gonna take a quick nap,” I crawl into the bed, pulling the comforter over my exposed leggings for extra precaution.
His head does a tilt, then emits a small “We’ll see” as he still faces the wall opposite of me.
I watch him start to leave and wait until I can no longer see him before I say, quiet and embarrassed, “Thank you for... whatever you did today.”
The footsteps pause, and I become aware of the creaky air conditioner which hums insistently. The air goes electric and I shiver at the coolness of it, shrinking into my comforter.
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Romance"Why do you push me away?" "I hate the fact that you can control me. As if I was a part of you. As if we were one. And yet," he pauses. "I can't control you. I don't phase you." ~ Credit to Le_Mochi for the amazing cover ♡
