princess peach

the lost japanese sunrise

💫 language warning, just to be safe 💫

* Momo's POV *

"Oh please, do tell." Jimin peaked his head over the couch.

The others seemed amused by the sight of us until they started to really look at the startled look on my face and Taehyung's abnormal and heavy breathing.

"...we need to...call the...police," Taehyung panted and held my head into his chest.

"Hey, Joon, we need you in here now!" Jungkook was the first to understand the severity of the situation, calling out to the leader.

Jimin and Hoseok rushed towards us and helped us up. Everyone started asking us what happened and if we were injured.

Jin came rushing in to see a confusing sight. Taehyung had his arms wrapped around Jungkook and Jimin's necks, both of them lifting him upward and onto the couch.

Hoseok picked up my shaking body and set me down next to Taehyung while checking my face and asking if anything hurt.

It was hard to keep track of everyone's movements, especially since my head was taking a detour around the room. I couldn't keep my eyes from tearing the room apart.

My head was splitting, trying to make a decision.

'Am I going to have to drag them in too?'

No, no this was the line, endangering the world's biggest boy group, and what I would like to consider them . . . my friends could not happen. Not them too.

I wouldn't let myself cross it again, not willingly.

But it's not like I could get up and leave.
Where would I go?

Everything at this point was inaudible. I could feel Taehyung next to me, talking to the boys around him, but I couldn't process the words. I was too busy thinking about what this meant.

This seemed to be the first attempt on my life, and my gut told me it wouldn't be my last.

"Hey, Momo, can you hear me?" Taehyung's hands held my face to his gaze.

"Tae, I-I have-" my voice seemed to tear through my throat.

Namjoon turned to us.

"Taehyung, if we call the authorities we have to know what happened, we have to call management, we can't just leave this," Namjoon's face was evidently riddled with anxiety.

He was right. Idols can't just call the police without an audience; the second police cars roll up, we'll already be drowning in twice as many reporters.

We would be crawling all over the news for weeks.

For all we know, pictures of Taehyung and I running through the streets of Seoul could be out by the next hour or two.

Taehyung started to tell them his side of the story, which only included a fraction of the truth that I know.

I thought to myself about how much he knew and about what he'd been exposed to tonight. All he could know was that we were attacked by a few guys who were after me.

I sat quietly, admiring the laces of my shoes until a hand nudged me into their conversation.

"Peaches, did those men have to do with why you came back?" Taehyung's fingers tugged at the ends of my hair.

"I, um . . . it's-" I hesitated.

I thought of the obvious. Lying. I could act dumb and follow along with whatever situation they came up with, I was almost sure it wouldn't come close to the reality of it all.