Accidentally Assisting

Chapter 30 - Leave Jungkook alone

What the hell? Gasping, I try to fight back but can't as the surprisingly strong girl firmly keeps me pressed against the wall, her arm pushing against my throat, ensuring I can't properly breathe anymore.

Panicked, I try to breathe in some air, my breaths now very shacky and fast. I'm scared out of my mind as I've never been attacked before, but if I show that person how much they intimidate me, it'll only make the situation worse.

Therefore, I force myself to meet her dark, empty eyes – the rest of her face is covered by a black mask- and push out: "What do you want? Is it money? I have cash in my wallet."

The girl frowns at that. "I don't give a shit about your money."

I close my eyes in pain. Can she please stop applying this much pressure to my throat? My heart is beating rapidly, much too rapidly. I feel like I'm going to faint any second as the world around me keeps turning blurry.

"Then what the fuck do you want?" Why is there no one else in this freaking ally? I've never felt this abandoned.

"Stay away from Jungkook.", she hisses without batting an eyelid.

I blink. "What?"

"You understood me just fine.", she glares at me.

"I – I can't stay away from him, I work for him."

"I don't give a shit. He doesn't belong to you, get it? He belongs to us, the fans."

"Jungkook belongs to no one but himself.", I retort, my protective instinct over Jungkook awaken. That boy has dedicated the last six years to making fans heal, all he deserves are privacy and independence. They don't own him in any kind of way. Fans like this girl are the reason why Jungkook deals with so many self-doubts. This newfound anger in me gives me enough strength to push that disgusting person away from me.

"Don't touch me," I warn her firmly as some other people finally enter the alley.

The girl warily glances at them before our eyes meet once again. "Stay away from him, I mean it. We'll be watching you." Then, she leaves.

With an open mouth, I watch after her before what happened hits me. I just got attacked in the middle of the street, in the daytime. By a saesang. That's what these crazy, obsessive fans are called, right? She's definitely not an Army. I've met plenty of Armys in the last few months and they certainly did not behave similarly. My body goes on autopilot and starts walking to the BigHit building since my brain is currently incapable of doing anything.

I'm unsure whether I should feel angry, shocked, scared or all of these emotions at once. On one hand, her obsessive were absolutely ridiculous and I do not want to take her seriously. On the other hand, if she knows what I look like and managed to find my location, others might too.

Actually, how did she find out my location? Was she following me? What if this is not the first time she's following me? Seoul's crowdedness makes it easy to blend in and therefore also to follow people. What if the saesang knows that I live with Jungkook? What if she's stalked us in front of Jungkook's apartment building?

Shit, shit, shit. I'm beginning to realize how much's at stake here. How is this girl even aware of me? My face always gets blurred when I appear on paparazzi photos on accident, and the staff never appears in front of the camera for protection. In other words, to avoid exactly what happened today.

My heart starts beating faster and faster as I panic more and more. The thought that someone might have been following me for months now eerily creeps me out. I don't notice that I'm pretty much sprinting to the room where BTS's doing a photoshooting, yearning after Jungkook. No one could comfort me more than him right now, I'm sure of it. Besides, he needs to be informed about what happened as well.