BTS Imagines and Preferences

Your Enemy Becomes Your Bodyguard - Part Four

The entire house didn't sleep that night. You tried to, throwing the sheet off before your legs got too cold and your pulled it back on.

The police were attempting to be quiet, not just because people were trying to sleep, but as not to alert neighbors and cause a fuss. Cameras flashed, boots crunched over glass, and hushed tones all made their way up the stairs.

Jimin was just outside your door, ordered to stay there the rest of the night. Although, it was doubtful the intruder would come back with the police downstairs.

You'd already given your statement, but it ultimately didn't matter. You didn't see the intruder and neither did Jimin, rendering the two of you useless to the investigation.

You could faintly make out where his body blocked out the light under the crack of your door. He was sitting against the door and you wondered if he had fallen asleep. Although you doubted it, Jimin was always the top of his class. Falling asleep on the job could lead to an instant failing grade.

the next day

You applied extra concealer to hide your dark and hollowed eyes. Managing only an hour and a half of sleep, you were not looking forward to your classes. Luckily, Mondays only required one lecture and the rest was left for working in the library.

Slinging your backpack over your shoulders, you opened your door to find Jimin already waiting for you. He was dressed casually in a simple hoodie and jeans, a mask covering half his face and a baseball cap leaving only his eyes visible.

You laughed. "You're too obviously trying to look incognito."

He seemed to perk up slightly when you laughed and you noticed his bloodshot eyes. He likely had slept less than you, if at all.

You climbed into the back of the car, an apple in your hand and your water bottle in the other.  Jimin climbed in beside you, sipping coffee.

The chauffeur began driving and you bit into the apple. You hated that you couldn't follow your normal routine of walking to school with your headphones in, it always grounded you before class. But, even you could concede it was a little risky.

You and Jimin didn't talk. The silence wasn't unbearable, rather wary, simple not finding it particularly useful to talk.

When the car stopped outside your building, you climbed out and headed inside. Class started in 10 minutes and half the class was already there.

Jimin kept his distance as you entered the classroom and made your way to your normal seat in one of the middle rows. No one would likely bat an eye at Jimin, probably assuming he was one of the kids who skipped class and only came for tests and when they felt like it. In a class of over 200, that wasn't uncommon.

"I can't believe she's here," you heard a girl in the row behind you whisper as you took your seat. "I wouldn't be able to show my face if I were her."

You ignored the comments and took out your notebook, turning to a clean page and writing the date. Jimin came in the classroom and sat behind you.

"What's she even doing in a business law class? She'll never make it with her reputation ruined."

"It's not her fault that her dad's corrupt, Minjung." There was still poison laced in the other girls words and the two giggled.

"Sure, but she has her father's blood." The two snickered as the professor walked in.

Your shoulders tensed and you sat back in your seat beginning to write notes. You were beginning to focus in on the lecture when you heard the metallic drop of a water bottle and the shuffling of papers.

The class fell silent and you heard Jimin loudly whisper sorry and felt his foot come to rest on the back of his chair.

Something felt off. Jimin wasn't supposed to draw attention to himself and was probably the least clumsy person you know. As the disruption settled down, you continued on with your notes for the next two hours.

As the lecture ended, you stood up, looking behind you at the girl when you noticed water spilled on her top. You cracked a small smile before walking down the aisle and towards the door.

You weren't supposed to acknowledge Jimin in anyway unless trouble arose. He left from the opposite door, but you soon felt his footsteps behind you. His form an acceptable distance behind you, as if he were simply another student on his way to class.

Like you normally would, you headed for the university library to work on your work for the week, hoping to get a head start so you could have the end of the week to yourself.

Your phone vibrated.

You met his eyes and didn't argue as you made your way to the car and climbed in.

"He said he wasn't going to talk to the press," you said once the door was shut. You put on your seatbelt and sighed as the car lurched forward before the satisfying click.

"I guess he changed his mind."

Jimin's phone answered and you heard his end of the conversation.

"Yes, we're on our way."

"She's safe, sir."

"It was fine, sir."

It continued on similarly until he hung up the phone, seeming a little annoyed. You grinned, thinking that as much you disliked having Jimin as your bodyguard, the feeling must certainly be mutual.

"He wants you there. A dress is waiting for you. You won't have to say anything, just stand next to him and your mother."

You nodded. You'd done things like this hundreds of times before. Standing beside your father, showing silent support. Keeping your mouth shut with an invisible tether tied between your waist and his, never lengthening and never breaking.

The car stopped and walked into the venue. The dress was hung up in a bathroom stall. It was black and professional, yet, still reminded you too much of what you would wear to a funeral. You shuddered.

Changing, you straightened yourself up and emerged out into the lobby where journalists had already gathered. Jimin immediately stepped in front of you before they could crowded you, grabbing your elbow lightly and leading you into the main room.

"Y/N," your father said. "Thank you for coming."

You nodded as if you had a choice. "I thought you weren't going to do this."

Your father nodded. He was all dressed up in his uniform and his hair recently cut, the 2 day beard he'd had that morning, shaved.

"Yes, well, I hired some new public relations help and they advised that it was not best to stay silent."

You nodded, furrowing your brow. You didn't disagree, but found it odd that someone could persuade your father so quickly. A nearby door opened and your head flicked up to see the figure of a man that made the soles of your feet freeze to the hardwood.

"Ah, here he is. Y/N, you already know Lee Jiseok. He is my new public relations manager."

Your eyes widened and you felt dizzy. It had been two years since you'd seen Jiseok and everything came rushing back.

"Y-You're serious? After everything that happened, Dad?" Your raised voice caught the attention of those nearby and a few of the reporters who were closest to the door.

Your father gave you a sympathetic look. "That's all in the past, honey. Isn't that the spirit of things now? Moving on from the past?"

You wanted to cry, scream, ripped the pins from your father's chest and crush them to pieces. But instead, you became unsteady on your feet, your vision blurred, and as you reached for the chair nearby, you fell to the ground.