Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Never Mind

Everything happens so fast yet it feels like I'm caught in a slow-motion sequence and I can't press fast forward. The police come within minutes. Then the paramedics. Then Sejin and Jigaemae. Then even more of a crowd forms as if it's totally natural for this many people to be roaming the streets of Seoul at nearly three in the morning.

The managers do what they can to diffuse the situation and not raise alarm and, fortunately, the police try to keep Jungkook shielded from passersby. But they've already seen him. And they've already seen me. And no matter what, we can't pretend like we're complete strangers.

"Geokjeongma," Jigaemae whispers as he stands beside me at the police cruiser. "Don't worry."

Despite my anxiety, I give him a small smile at his considerate translation although I understood. Minutes later, we're told we're free to go and he drives us home while Sejin wraps up any paperwork for the police and the car tow. Jungkook and I remain silent in the backseat, knowing that our worlds are about to implode. He reaches over the bench seat and runs his fingers over mine, letting me know he's here. I grasp onto him, needing his strength and comfort, and suspecting that he seeks that from me as well.

After we arrive at the dorm and we're headed up to our home, Jungkook stops me before I can enter the apartment.

"Noona...mianhaeyo."

I know what he means but still, I frown with confusion. "Why are you sorry? That guy hit us. You did nothing wrong, JK."

He nods. "I know. But...I'm sorry."

Unable to ease his anxiety or pretend I'm not struggling with my own fear, I lift up on my tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on his lips and then push open the front door. I'm completely shocked to find that the rest of the members, aside from Taehyung who's on a trip with his actor friends, are congregated in the living room despite the late/early hour. I quickly glance over at Jungkook who shrugs.

"I had to tell them. They'd be mad."

Almost immediately, the guys are on their feet, rushing over to us before we can get fully into the apartment. They worriedly fuss over me, much like Jungkook did, as well as check on their little brother. After realizing we're both ok, we all take a seat on the couch so we can rehash the story, although I leave out the part where I had just buckled my seatbelt mere seconds before we were hit. And now that the adrenaline has worn off, I realize that I'm tired. Really tired.

"We should get her to bed," Yoongi insists after noticing my drooping lids.

Without preamble, Jungkook jumps up and scoops me into his arms, cradling me into his chest. He carries me to my room, the other five guys following so they can kiss me goodnight.

"I'm so glad you're ok, jagi." Jimin cradles my face before pressing his lips against mine. "I love you."

I nod, my face still in his hands. "I love you too."