Mystery Girl

A New Day 4

Y/n's POV

When there is a knock on the door, everyone turns their heads, their smiles disappearing, vaporising into the awkward silence that suddenly stills between us. Namjoon composes himself and strides over to the door, his feet pounding against the carpeted floor as he walks. 

He pulls the door open confidently and three staff members make their way into the room, bringing an air of business. One is holding a clipboard with the other two trailing behind, one looking snobby, her nose turned up and eyes scanning me with judgement and the other girl looking at the floor bashfully, her eyes refusing to glance up at any of us, her shy demeanour instantly making me want to make her comfortable. 

Silent in anticipation, we wait for words to spill out of any of their mouths. After a prolonged pause, the one with the clipboard speaks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and clutching the clipboard to her chest professionally. 

"Good morning my name is Hee-Young. As the members should already know, we are moving to the next hotel later, travelling on the tour bus as previously mentioned. As for y/n, Yoora here," she points to the shy-looking member of staff behind her who continues to shuffle her feet, but now looks up slightly at the mention of her name, "Will help instruct y/n with tasks to help."

"Why is y/n working? I thought she was just staying with us." Namjoon enquires looking almost offended that I have been told to work. "Ah well, Bang PD-nim informed us that she wanted to help to cover her costs." The members nod slightly, looking surprised that I have volunteered to work when I don't have to, their eyes naturally gravitate in my direction and I am weighed down with their questioning stares. 

To ease the tension in the atmosphere, I decide to speak up, inputting my opinion on the situation. "I know that it isn't necessary to help, but I feel bad sitting around doing nothing while you are working so hard... After all, I wasn't expecting a longer holiday- I am supposed to be back at work next week." They look at me fondly, their smiles lighting up my insides and I feel happy that I have managed to impress them. 

Shortly after my small speech, I leave with Yoora who smiles at me carefully, telling me that she admires my outlook on the world with a quivering voice and shaky hands. I nod at her gratefully, thanking her for her kind words.

As I walk past, I also nod my greeting to the other staff member who just glares at me menacingly. I wonder what I have done to make her glare at me with such malice. I shrug it off calmly, blaming it on me imagining things. 

Jungkook's POV

I have been getting closer to y/n and she is so much fun to hang out with, she is a breath of fresh air in my scheduled life. This is the most relaxed and optimistic I have been in a long while. Not that I complaining about my lifestyle, I am one of the luckiest people alive in terms of money and other lifestyle factors, I would be a fool to try and play a victim with the current lifestyle I have. 

I guess it is just that sometimes everything merges into one and the adrenaline of performances and riding on the wave of fame can only satisfy you for so long. Especially when this means that you are separated from the ones you truly love.

I don't think I have ever met a girl that has made me feel this way before, the careless childhood reminiscent feelings that I never fully experienced, having been thrown into the business so early in my life. 

A sound coming from the direction of the door jolts me out of my dream-like state and I remember the tiring schedule that still awaits me. Namjoon walks over to the door, looking disappointed that our fun has been cut short. 

The stresses of being an idol suddenly weigh on me once more. I sigh quietly and stand up reluctantly. Three women file into the room looking important in their formal clothes and low heels. I am used to staff members interrupting things and getting in my personal space but I worry about y/n who is very new to it all. 

As I look over to y/n to scan her face, the leader, Hee-Young, speaks. Y/n doesn't seem to be too affected by their presence like I had feared- I have only known her a day or so though, so I suppose I am not good at reading her yet. 

Hee-Young introduces Yoora, a shy-looking new recruit who is set the task of looking after y/n, showing her around the places we stay, and making sure y/n keeps out of trouble. They reveal that y/n is going to be working and I am instantly frustrated that they have the audacity to make our guest work. Is this the doing of Bang PD-nim? He is my senior, but I will not hesitate to speak up if it's for the good of y/n.

Hee-Young continues, her monotonous tone ringing through my ears dully, the worlds sort of passing through me, telling us that y/n had decided to work herself. Confused, I turn to y/n, surely she didn't ask to take on jobs? 

It is her holiday, any other person would surely have accepted the extra time spent with their idols and enjoyed their time work free. It is almost humorous that y/n has offered to work, once again my expectations have been blown out of the water.

Y/n blurts out a sudden explanation, her eyes scanning over each of us to make sure that her words are processing in our minds correctly, looking almost concerned for the staff, not wanting them to get into trouble on her behalf. 

In a half-daze over her innocent kindness, I almost run over to y/n and sweep her up in my arms, but I restrain myself, instead, I stand in place with a smile that isn't forced or fake, but one of genuine admiration.

Y/n's POV

Yoora leads me to a room filled with racks of clothes and gives me my instructions, her voice still quiet but no longer shaky, seeming to signify that she has grown more comfortable with me. "We need to fold these clothes up and put them in boxes, which can then be packed into the tour bus." She murmurs, holding her arm self-consciously, awaiting my reaction, probably calculating whether she would have to do the work all by herself. 

Nodding in understanding, I pick up a shirt and pull it off its hanger carefully, flashing a smile to Yoora, happy to be feeling useful. After a smile also grows upon Yoora's face, we get to work whilst exchanging some casual conversation, folding the assorted colours and patterns of fabric in our hands. 

Bringing up the girl that at me earlier provokes an unwarranted smile on Yoora's face, her eyes turning sharp with a dislike for the other girl. "Oh, Mi-Cha? She's a little unfriendly is all. I'm sure you've met those types of girls before." I nod wistfully, remembering the girls from my childhood- the ones who'd walk up to you and accuse you of flirting with their boyfriend, their hair brushed 100 times more than necessary, their lips shiny with lip gloss; almost enough to see your reflection in and their perfume bought from a cheap shop in the middle of town, the stench strong enough to choke on.

Rolling my eyes at the memory, I reply to Yoora with a slight laugh in my voice, "There's no point wasting any energy on them. Thank you for telling me." Yoora simply smiles and we get back to work, the silence filling the room with a familiar comfort.

Soon the folding and packing are done so we begin to carry the boxes to the bus, the cardboard that had previously been light with air, surprisingly heavy with their new contents. While I strolled back through the hallway to grab the second box, I spot Mi-Cha watching from a distance, her upper lip pulled into a sneer as she looks down her nose judgementally. With amusement, I turn away from the waves of hatred radiating from her, there is no point giving her any attention. 

Still, why does she dislike me so much?

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Author's Note

This is crazy, over 500 reads? Thank you so much! You guys mean so much to me! I am sprinkling drama here and there, so get guessing! What do you think will happen? Only time will tell... Vote and comment if you wish, love you guys! 💜