An Idol's Sister | BTS

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Without another word, Y/N stood up abruptly. She had had enough of this, she needed to report it to the proper authorities.

"Wait, unnie!"

Lisa grabbed ahold of Y/N's arms, "Why are you suddenly leaving?"

Y/N scoffed and held her tongue to prevent herself from losing her temper on Lisa. The criminal could still be lurking in the shadows with the camera recording in his or her hands.

She forcefully made her way to the door, trying her best to ignore the interrogations Lisa was bringing up. She just needed to get out of the room as quick as possible.

After successfully pulling away from the hold of Lisa, she exited the room and ran to the entrance of the building. She didn't care for the fact that people were staring at her, instead, worrying about the possibility of an accomplice working with the culprit.

Y/N covered her face with her hands and tried to walk away from the building without arising suspicion. Unfortunately, it did the exact opposite.

She was attracting more attention compared to a while ago. Geez, Y/N, you really can't run from attention, can you?

Y/N was too engaged with her thoughts that she accidentally bumped someone on the streets.

"Sorry," she quickly mumbled, then maneuvered her way around the man.

He was quick though, swiftly but gently tugging the woman's jacket. "Y/N, is that you?"

She turned around, surprised that someone recognized her. Another hater?, she guessed.

But she was wrong, very mistaken indeed for the man was Namjoon, someone who had grown fond of her.

Y/N took a better look at the man who had cognized her by taking a few steps towards him.

"Nam—"

He brought a finger towards his mask (Toward his lips actually, the mask was covering them), gesturing her to stay silent about his identity.

Instead, she whispered, "What are you doing out here? You could get caught."

"I could care less—"

"Do all of you think that way?"

Namjoon raised a brow, although it wasn't clear to Y/N because of the shadow from his cap.

"Anyway, that's not relevant right now. I can scold you later, but you've got to get away from here."

"Why?"

"Someone..." Y/N paused. What if the culprit was still there? What if he or she recognized the BTS member in front of her? What if he or she was—

"Stalking you?" Namjoon cut her thoughts to which Y/N was grateful for. She was overthinking more and more nowadays.

She nodded impatiently. She was becoming increasingly anxious about her surroundings; her eyes switching from place to place to check if anyone had a camera pointing at her and Namjoon.

"I'll get the van. It should be around here somewhere."

He led the way and she followed. They didn't have to walk—or brisk walk—too far.

When they got into the van, Y/N sighed in relief. She tried to check if anyone was following the vehicle, but immediately gave up after perceiving how dark the tint of the window was.

"Namjoon-ssi, shall we wait for Jungkook here?"

He gasped. Y/N turned to Namjoon, "My brother's here?"