The Fan

Chapter 31

Hoseok's POV:

"Okay, you go over there and do it."

"No, you do it! She likes you better, anyway."

"Make Yoongi do it, he knows how she feels."

"I'm not doing it." 

"Neither am I!"

"I'll do it." I said, stepping forward and taking a deep breath, grabbing the cup of coffee from a frightened Namjoon. We exchanged a nod, and I walked over to her, kneeling down close.

"Aidyn..." I started, placing the mug on the nightstand, her back still to me. Here goes nothing. "Honey, you've got to wake up." A low growl was heard from underneath the covers and I flinched back, taking a deep breath and trying to sound as happy as possible, and not-frightened. "You have a visitor." 

Suddenly, an arm was thrust out of the covers, reaching for something and so I handed her the coffee, hoping that was what she wanted. It was, and she sat up slightly, still facing away from us as she practically inhaled the coffee, handing me back the mug within twenty seconds.

"Who is it?" Her voice was still rough and low from sleep, and I shrugged stupidly, not realizing she couldn't see me.

"I don't really know. Said he was a friend, someone named Giles, Jules, Julian..." I trailed off, thinking of what name he had given as he stood at the door.

"Julius." She whispered. I nodded, and she shot out of bed, throwing the covers away as she dashed madly out of the room, all of us following her. Aidyn stopped in the middle of the stairs, looking over the railing to see the dude before running back down twice as fast. I followed closely after her, wanting to be there for all of the drama, assuming there was drama. then again, there always is, isn't there?

I reached the ground floor in time to see her jumping into the arms of the man, squealing loudly. He was still in the same clothes he had shown up in ten minutes prior, some sort of military uniform, his bags near the ground by his feet. 

"I missed you so much!" He said to her, holding her tightly in his arms as if he was afraid she would disappear, running his hand over her messily braided her that may have once looked nice. As I strode across the house, I actually got to see what she was wearing: booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt, just like the first night we stayed at her house. 

She really doesn't like pants, I thought, just as he started to spin her around, both of them laughing together before he set her back down, her small feet making a pat sound on the old wooden floors. The rest of the boys had all migrated to the couches to watch eagerly or the table, to watch eagerly and closely. I was at the latter, including the maknae line and Jin, who always loved drama. Or tea, as he called it. Whatever that means. 

The man looked to be about Aidyn's age, maybe a year or two older, though the slight stubble on his cheeks made him look older. Her smile was large and contagious, and I couldn't help but grin too, although I had no idea who the dude was or why he made Aidyn so happy.

"You asshole!" Aidyn said suddenly, looking very pissed off as her smile disappeared and turned into a harsh frown. I wasn't sure what triggered her mood change, since she seemed to be happy just a few seconds prior, and I could tell everyone else was confused, even the family members who's names I'd forgotten standing in the kitchen watching everything go down.

He looked apologetic and she scoffed, crossing her arms. "After two years, that's it? No calls, no texts, hardly any letters- and then you just show up at my great-grandmother's house? Unacceptable." Aidyn was furious, I could tell, but she also seemed relieved to see him again. She was yelling in English, but since we can understand more of it than we lead our fans to believe, I had few issues understanding what she was saying, and what I didn't get, I used context clues for.