Mystery Girl

A New Day 5

Y/n's POV

A few other jobs are needed to be done; like making sure everything is packed and getting everyone signed out of the hotel. The light shines through the windows of the lobby behind us we walk back to the hotel rooms to make sure everything is packed and ready.

When we reach my door, Yoora thanks me for my help and for being so friendly to her. Smiling warmly, I decide that I like her and give her my number to text me whenever she wants. I usually have a good ability to pick friends and am confident that I will not land myself in the reach of toxic people. 

Yoora looks genuinely surprised by my wanting to be friends with her, I suppose she doesn't make friends easily. I don't see why not, she is quite pretty and she is ever so kind. If we had gone to school together, I am sure we would have been at the same lunch table, laughing at the back of the class and bitching about the fake girls at school at sleepovers. 

Waiting at the tour bus is surprisingly tiring, my weight switching from leg to leg as I stand around for the members to come downstairs from packing. Out of the corner, I spot Mi-Cha walking over to me. I sigh internally, wondering what she has to complain about, or whether she might play the nice act, trying to get something from me. 

Arriving to stand in front of me, she crosses her arms across her chest and leans her weight on one leg, evidently trying to make up for non-existent curves in her figure. She goes through the act of staring at me up and down judgementally. I wait for her to start talking her rubbish and sure enough, after a while, words start to spill out of her mouth, the bitterness they carry so pathetic and weak that it is almost laughable.

"I can't believe an ugly, unimportant bitch like you thinks that she has a chance with BTS," she scoffs in a disgusted manner, acting like I am the most revolting thing she has ever come across. This seems to be an attempt to scare me away, to make me feel like an insect in the presence of everyone else- someone who wastes air and everyone else's time. 

"You better back off because I don't want your disgusting paws on my boys." Her boys? This girl is crazy. Nodding, I spit my reply out with difficulty, "Of course I will leave them alone. Sorry that I have gotten in your way." In addition to the sweet sugar dripping from my voice, I turn my head down, playing a shy act so her stupid ego is fed enough for her to go away. 

Mi-Cha nods, obviously satisfied with my little display of "weakness" and "insecurity", seeming to think as though she owns the members. Mi-Cha turns on her heel, wobbling slightly in the ankle boots she is wearing as she does so, making a sly smirk pull on the muscles in my face. She walks over to the cars owned by staff, probably about to apply more of that makeup that cakes her face unnaturally and listen to music that fuels her inflated pride.

At her retreating back, I stick my tongue out, enjoying the rebellion that rises up underneath my skin and whisper to myself, "Yeah, right. As though that threat would keep me away from them. I need to stay away from her." Now, don't shout at me, the reason why I didn't speak up there was that fighting with an idiot who will get herself fired anyway is counter-productive, boring and quite frankly, uninteresting.

Hobi's POV

Strolling down into the lobby with my suitcase, I thank the hotel staff who politely welcome my return any time, saying how they hoped that I had enjoyed my stay. After confirming that this hotel is up to my expectations, I notice y/n standing by the tour bus waiting. 

The sunlight reflects off her sunglasses as she leans back the shiny metal supporting her back. A staff member walks up to her. One of the girls from earlier I think. What was her name? Did it start with an M or a C? I don't remember. I watch their conversation idly. What surprises me is the unfamiliar look of discontentment on y/n's face. Y/n looks almost apologetic as she opens her mouth to speak. 

Wait. I recognise this situation. I watch the staff walk away looking full of herself with a smirk on her face. I turn to y/n's face for confirmation and see the look of hate twisting her attractive features. I certainly wouldn't want that look directed towards me. I know what the girl has done. She is another jealous girl delirious with her dreams of being close to us. 

As I walk out of the door, y/n spots me and waves me over, now with a smile on her face. I know she has put up a front. Should I address it? I'm sure it's not important anyway, y/n seems to know her place and that is with us. 

Namjoon's POV

"Jin Hyung? Where is my phone?" I panic as I rush around the room. I hear Jin groan with dismay but he doesn't sound particularly surprised. "I don't know how you manage to lose these things Joon." He sounds tired and I smile to myself, knowing that he can't believe me. I return to searching and I hear Jin scoff in disbelief behind me. Turning around in confusion, I look at Jin. "What?" He starts laughing all of a sudden looking amused. "What is it Hyung?"

"Joonie... your phone is in your back pocket." He smiles with affection. I place my hand on my back pocket and sure enough, the shape of my phone graces my fingertips. I bury my face into my hands, annoyed with my own ignorance. "Come on Joon, we need to get to the bus," Jin says and I nod my head in agreement before following him out of the room.

Everyone else is already outside by the time we get outside and Jin explains with delight that I had thought my phone was lost. My eyes scan the crowd of us, searching for y/n. She is standing next to Hobi and Taehyung and seems to be giggling at something Tae said. My heart lifts with joy and I realise how much of an energy boost having y/n with us will be. I am optimistic that this will be one of our best tours.

After all, with y/n we are all much happier.

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