1 year.
1 girl.
And the 7 men who own her heart.
When she applied for the job, she thought she'd just be teaching in South Korea and getting a fresh start. Little did she know, she'd be signing up to shred her soul into seven little pieces.
Best ra...
As promised, my bags are packed and all I have to do is bathe and dress when Hobi wakes me up before dawn by peppering soft kisses all over my face.
"I know you're sleepy, yeobo, but it's time to go."
Then he helps me sit up and get to the bathroom where he's already drawn me a warm bath as if he knew my joints and muscles would be sore from the workout he gave me. I'm grateful that he stayed with me all night. And if I'm not mistaken, it even looks like he straightened up my room and bathroom a little. I chuckle to myself.
"Do you want me to pick out your clothes or do you want to do it?" he asks me while lathering up my hair with shampoo, his tone gentle and soothing. Just the sound of his voice stirs something within me and I find myself slipping deeper under his spell as I sit there and allow him to pamper me.
"Can you do it?" I ask, sounding almost babyish. However, Hoseok smiles at me fondly and nods as if my neediness pleases him.
"Anything for my Pretty Violet."
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He finishes bathing me and even helps me to get dressed. When I insist that I can handle my makeup and hair, he scurries off to finish getting prepared for our departure, leaving me to ponder what the hell could be in store for us in Japan. Any other day, I'd be thrilled to visit a new country, not to mention my birth mother's homeland. But now, I can't help but feel unsettled. Scared even.
However, we get to and through the airport without incident although it is more crowded than I've ever seen. Even the flight is pretty chill with me simply snoozing on Namjoon's shoulder for the duration. Everything is...fine. I'm fine. They're fine. And still I don't trust it one bit.
To my surprise, landing and making it through the airport undetected is even a breeze, considering I take a separate exit from the guys. Still, the crowd of fans is nothing like it was in Korea and I have to wonder if recent scandals has anything to do with it. But Jigaemae informs me that it's normally much calmer in Japan. Ok. Maybe everything actually is fine and I'm just being paranoid. Maybe I should stop waiting for the other shoe to drop and enjoy what little time I have left with the loves of my life.
Once we make it to the hotel, the soft-spoken manager leads me to my room so I can get settled. I have a good while before the guys make it in so I take the opportunity to relax, raid the gift basket of snacks, and unpack. I know I shouldn't be shocked that Hoseok has done such an awesome job packing for me but I am. He's given me lots of options ranging from comfy cozy to couture, and has even made sure to include my makeup bag and hair styling products. I double check and while everything seems right, I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something...
Knock, knock, knock
A smile creeps up onto my lips as I stop what I'm doing and damn near skip over to the door. I know it's only been an hour since we last saw each other but I'm hella happy to see my boys, if only to lay eyes on them and confirm for myself that they're safe. And to my delight, I find that it's Yoongi who has come to visit me first. My grin broadens as I swing open the door all the way.
