Mystery Girl

A New Day 3

Jin's POV

I can't hold it in anymore, I have to tell the members. I was waiting for y/n to be told first and I have been observing her for a little while, she seems to be acting abnormally. Almost excited. That is the giveaway for me. 

That is when I know for sure that Bang PD-nim has gone to her and asked her. All I have been waiting for is her reply before telling the members anything and now that I see that my idea went to plan, I want to tell the others-otherwise I think I might just implode with anticipation.

They are now all looking at me in curiosity, wondering what I want to say. Their curious faces give me even more satisfaction as I let the words drip off my tongue like honey,  smiling in y/n's direction, "I convinced Bang PD-nim to let y/n stay with us for our tour, or well, however long she wants to stay until then." 

The smiles that light up the boys' faces makes it all worth it. "Really?" Hobi pipes up, his face hopeful and open, the idea of being able to bond with y/n almost visible in his eyes and I nod happily, attempting to suppress a laugh at the childish joy filling the atmosphere. 

Everyone explodes into cheers, crowding around y/n who sits there blushing profusely, telling them to calm down. The apple glow in her cheeks is something to admire, the excitement reflecting off her and rolling in waves through the room.

Eventually, y/n ends up chasing Taehyung and Jimin around the room, her annoyed shouts echoing around the walls of the room after they pick her up without permission. The atmosphere somehow becomes even lighter than before and everyone around me is laughing contentedly. 

Watching the commotion, I smile to myself proudly, almost uncertain whether this is a dream or reality. Namjoon notices how I am lost in my own thoughts and walks over to me slowly, his hand coming up to rest on my shoulder, the warmth of it spreading through my skin. 

He begins praising me for my idea and I let his waves of words wash over me, basking in the compliments but brushing them off smoothly, insisting that anyone could have come up with the idea. After all, isn't it selfish on my behalf? 

Sure I love to see the other members' happiness, but my intention for asking was so I could get closer to y/n. I smile at Namjoon thankfully and lean into his touch, letting the familiarity of his voice fill my senses. 

Y/n's POV

I am embarrassed at the member's excitement. How did I get this lucky? Why did they warm-up to me so quickly? I am just an average fan. Nobody for these millionaires to want to spend time with. I am not rich, nor famous, or particularly smart, or have a specific talent. I certainly don't compare to many girls I have seen in the media, I have imperfections littering my complexion, my eyes are slightly uneven, my proportions a little off, I don't have a flat stomach or toned legs. 

Really what is there for these people to love? I have dated a few boys back home, some I would consider being on my level. These celebrities are way above my level, aren't they? Wait, no they are humans too. Down-to-earth humans or grew up like I did until they rocketed to stardom. These people haven't always been the superstars they are today and never have they seemed to lose their sense of morality or tried to put themselves above others.

I am pulled out of my thoughts by the members' small giggles and overexcited statements, the kind that I am so familiar with but have never had the opportunity to hear in person before. They make my heart lift high into the air, I almost feel as though I am ascending. Wait a minute. I'm being lifted into the air by the two idiots who are still laughing their asses off. 

The sudden movement scares me, a shriek escaping from my mouth, making me instantly flush, not wanting the members around me to have heard that noise but knowing that unless they somehow turned deaf in the space of a few seconds, they have.

Taehyung and Jimin are giggling giddily like toddlers playing in the park. I smirk at them, the lust for revenge overtaking my body, running after the boys who scream like little girls, stumbling and tripping as they try to escape my reach. It feels like we are all at school and are playing tag or some other game that children manage to make up on the spot. 

I am laughing so hard, I begin to feel light-headed. I don't think I can ever thank Jin enough for asking me to stay. Now I can be with these goofballs for longer than I ever thought I would ever be and make memories that I will never forget. This is exactly what I have pictured ever since I  became a fan of them. It is really happening. I am so thrilled to actually spend time with them. I don't ever want this to end.

Jimin's POV

When Jin tells us that y/n is staying with us, I am happier than words can describe. It is almost as if the world has stopped turning, my mind blank for a full second before I look over to Taehyung in a daze and we make eye contact. Our mischievous childhood selves shine through whenever we are together, reminiscent of our school life together. I have known Taehyung for so long, sometimes we seem to forget that the time has passed. 

We nod instantaneously and advance on our new-found victim. We each take an arm and lift y/n up. Her arms are warm against the skin of my hands as she yelps in confusion, her face clouding over with annoyance as she realises what has happened. 

Before she can yank her arms out of our grip, we place her down again with a plop, the sofa dipping where she lands. Her head whips around at the speed of light to glare at us menacingly. I can tell that she has a younger brother because the sharp look in her eyes looks rehearsed many a time, the anger within her boiling over.

She leaps towards us, her agility catching me off guard, and Tae and I scream in delight. She chases us around the room determined, she trips over someone's leg at some point and crashes to the ground in a way that looks quite painful, but before one of the older members has the chance to ask if she is ok, she is back on her feet, the fire in her eyes burning even brighter than before. 

Eventually, Taehyung stops and climbs onto the sofa, hiding behind Jungkook, gesturing for me to join him. I dive into the space left next to Taehyung, curled up in a ball protectively. Jungkook laughs affectionately at our actions, his giggles making a smile break across his face, one that is able to blind you with its brilliance. 

He raises his fists in y/n's direction jokingly, challenging her to fight him. Without a pause for thought, she jumps on to the sofa, seemingly ignoring the muscles that tense in Jungkook's arms every time he moves, and tickles Jungkook to get him out of the way. Jungkook lies down in defeat, his hair messed up and his eyes crinkled as he continues to laugh. Y/n leaps towards us victoriously and splays herself on top of both of us giggling and ruffling our hair. 

Her intimacy has me blushing profusely and I laugh uncontrollably, my face starting to hurt from smiling. Next to me, Taehyung chuckles into my ear, his laughs making the sofa move underneath him. The others watch over us, each of their faces mildly surprised but somewhat used to the chaos. 

Jungkook joins again, lifting y/n up in the air with his strong arms, her screams starting again. Tae and I escape as y/n flails in Jungkook's arms hopelessly, wanting to catch us again, the drive for revenge burning in her eyes. "Hyung!" Jungkook cries for back up as she continues to wriggle in his grip and Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi pin her down to the sofa while Jungkook tickles her mercilessly. Y/n is kicking and laughing desperately, no longer breathing, her face turning red and her body writhing under the hold of the hyungs.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, making us all freeze instantly and we all seem to remember our schedules.

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Author's Note

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