Mystery Girl

The Meeting 8

Y/n's POV

Taehyung runs to get the food and I smile fondly. He is so excitable. He almost reminds me of a puppy sometimes, jumping around energetically and laughing with a sense of carelessness only a carefree spirit could achieve.

A few seconds later, he bustles back into the room carrying bags of food. Placing these down on the table ceremoniously, he passes me my food first. I look up at him and he is smiling down at me genuinely, his boxy smile warming my heart. 

I thank him with a small smile and open the box on my lap. Instantly, the smell of delicious chicken, vegetables and sauce fill my senses. My mouth waters and I dig in a soon as everyone else has their food, trying to remain polite but realising that I haven't eaten since sometime this morning, and even then, it wasn't a meal. 

Sounds of appreciation fill the room at the delicious tasting food. Tae smiles at me in a way that says I told you so. I smile back at him in acknowledgement and do a thumbs-up his way, rolling my eyes slightly at his cockiness, but internally giggling at him. No one really talks while we eat and we are soon finished. 

There is a knock at the door and Namjoon stands up reluctantly, a sense of tension in his posture. He turns to me and says apologetically, as though he had any choice in the matter, "We had to tell the company of your visit and a member of staff was sent round to check on you. You know, make sure you're not dangerous" He smiles at "dangerous" as though he is laughing at even the thought of me being anything but harmless.

Although my heart is going crazy and my throat dry, I nod silently, trying to send a weak smile his way. There is a certain feeling of dread in my stomach, the kind that makes it feel as though you are empty and the lump in my throat that is impossible to swallow comes suddenly. 

The staff member bustles into the room awkwardly but authoritatively. His face is slightly nervous, a not so subtle calculating look in his eyes as he stares at me, before he speaks. "Hello, Miss y/n yl/n?" My name is a question and hangs in the air before I nod, confirming the fact. 

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"I'm staying here tonight?" I cannot hide the pure shock in my voice and I feel confused. 

"Yes," the staff member replies, "We think it is safer for you and less suspicious if you stay here tonight, we don't want sasaengs to find out that you met with the boys this evening." I nod in agreement; knowing that what he was saying makes sense. 

The staff member had seemed to visibly relax when I had shown him enough information and background on myself to be deemed not a threat. It had almost made me laugh when his shoulders slumped ever so slightly, the tension he seemed to be carrying with him dissipating. 

I bid goodbye to the members for the night after that, and the staff member shows me the way to my room, just a few a doors down from the members. "If you need anything, you know where Jungkook's room is and he will notify us ok?" I nod and wave goodbye to the staff member awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do with myself.

Entering my room, I look around. My eyes scan the room curiously as I hold the smooth doorframe with my hand. This room is much bigger than the one back at my hotel. It has a double bed with folded clothes placed on it and a large TV. 

I walk over to the bed, resisting the urge to flop onto it. Picking up the items on the bed, I compare them to the clothes I am currently wearing. These "clothes" turn out to be silk pyjamas that look quite expensive. Do they come with the room? I am slightly confused but brush it off as a rich person thing. I place them back onto the bed and close the curtains softly. 

After showering and changing, I lie on the comfy bed, staring at the ceiling. How have I managed to get this lucky? The events of the day wash over me and I remember Taehyung handing me his number. Putting the digits into my phone, I text the number with a neutral text message in case it isn't Taehyung.

Me: Hello, this is y/n, have I got the right number?

After a short while, I receive a reply.

Unknown number: Hi, yes this is Taehyung

Changed Unknown number to Tae

Me: Do you mind coming over for a little while? I'm kind of bored by myself

Tae: Yeah sure, I'll be right there

I put my phone down with a sigh and sit up slowly. Why did I do that? How will this calm me down? I despair and hang my head in my hands but swing myself off the bed to face Tae.

Taehyung's POV

I recognise the look of enjoyment on y/n's face as she ate her Panda Express. Her eyes strayed over to me and I look at her smugly. A smile spreads across her face and she sends a thumbs-up my way. I am so glad that she is a fan of Panda Express too. If she wasn't, I think that would have been a disaster. Imagine if she didn't like any of the same food as me! Especially my favourite food. I watch her eat and delight in the faces she makes. 

There is a knock on the door and I know exactly who it is. The person sent to ruin our fun. I know the smile on my face has vanished and seeing y/n's fear makes me sympathetic. I hope that the staff will be good to her. A short while after the staff member has entered, he leaves with y/n who says goodbye quietly.

"I wish we didn't have to tell them," I sigh, my mood decreasing steadily. The members around me nod in solemn unison. I stand up and say, with a lot less enthusiasm than earlier, "I suppose I'll be getting back to my room then."

"Yeah me too," Hobi agrees and the others follow me shortly after. 

Sitting on my bed, I stare at the TV screen blankly- watching the same k-drama that I have seen 3 times already. The acting is good and the storyline is fun to follow, but once the element of surprise is taken away, there is not that much to the structure and I am bored with it. 

My phone buzzes and I assume it is from one of the many group chats I am on or my manager, but it is an unknown number. I don't normally pay attention to these texts as they are often from crazy stalkers, but the message says "Hello, it is y/n..."  Y/n! She has texted me! Happily, I reply to her text message, telling her that she has the right number. She asks me to come over and my heart is in my throat.

Why does she want me over?

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Author's Note

Thank you for over 300 reads now! It means so much to me and I love all of you who read. I wanted to add more drama in, so here you go! A taste of action for you! Please comment and vote. Thank you 💜