Mystery Girl

A New Day 2

Y/n's POV 

"What about my job back home? And aren't I going to cost you money? I don't want to add to your stress sir." I ramble, taken aback at Bang PD's sudden suggestion. He chuckles at me lightly in a friendly manner. I am confused, aren't I too much trouble to look after? After all, I am just some random fan the boys happened to take a liking to.

"If you feel that bad about it, I can give you a few jobs to feel helpful." He states, his eyes alight with amusement at the unbelieving look in my eyes. This idea appeals to me, I can earn my keep this way. "Of course! That sounds great!" I pause remembering something. 

"What about my stuff at my hotel?" I don't want to abandon everything I have left there, especially my favourite clothes and the merch I had received at the fan signing. Well, the idea of leaving any of my possessions behind doesn't make me feel very great to be honest.

"We will send a member of staff there to collect it." Bang PD waved me off with his hand and I nod in agreement, now excited. "Another thing," He adds to his casual statements, "We can call your place of work for you and explain the situation, I can give you a small income for the work you do while staying with us to compensate."

I consider his words for a while, probably looking stupid with tired eyes and matted hair, my serious face including squinting eyes and a slight pout, but that isn't my top priority at the moment. "Ok," I agree, slightly hesitantly, still feeling bad that I am going to be costing Bang PD money. Then again, the company is worth billions and it is only a short-term small income. What am I really feeling guilty about?

After brushing through my tangled hair with a hairbrush left on the desk below the TV and cleaning up in the intricately patterned bathroom, I walk barefoot to Jungkook's room, tiptoeing slightly over the carpet, my childish instincts taking over. 

These pyjamas are too comfy to change out of and my only shoes are the uncomfortable Converse from yesterday, so it only made sense to me to pad across to his room as I am, clean and well-presented, but not yet dressed. I knock on the door, surprising myself with how casual I already seem to be with the members. 

Maybe it is because the members have personalities that mean getting along with them is all too easy, their friendly smiles and goofiness making me feel welcome and, well, at home. Even though I am on the other side of the world from where I was born. 

Jungkook answers the door looking absolutely adorable. His hair is all fluffed up, sticking out at intervals, the dark browns in messy waves around his angular face. His clothes are also wrinkled from sleep, his grey t-shirt tucked up a bit, exposing a strip of skin on his stomach. His trousers had rolled themselves up, his shins sticking out as though he is a little boy at the beach, rolling up his trousers to wade into the gentle waves of the ocean. 

His tired eyes latch onto me and there is a mild surprise that overcomes his features before he looks at me curiously, probably confused. For a moment I am frozen, my limbs unmoving and my mouth unable to open. "Sorry, did I wake you?" I splutter quickly, not wanting to be a nuisance. 

He smiles down at me warmly, the grin causing a slight dimple to form on his cheek and his bunny teeth to reveal themselves to me. "No, no you didn't, want to come in?" His morning voice reverberates in my ears I nod up at him, rendered speechless once more from his natural beauty. I step back into the room I was in yesterday and glance around me with interest, amused by the empty food containers that the boys obviously never thought to clean up.

"Want to play a game?" Jungkook asks, pointing to the controllers sitting on the table, his request his random, but the glint behind his eye and the smirk playing on his lips stops my mind from functioning properly. "They have Xboxes in the hotel rooms?" I ask, genuinely baffled that this might be a thing, even though the words that have just come out of my mouth are somewhat only used as a distraction from my dreamy thoughts of him that had clouded my mind a moment ago.