Unnamed BTS Fic - Chapter 3 - Apparently, I Attacked Yoongi?
"Okay. Yeah, I'm lying. But I won't tell anyone. I just want to go home now... I've messed things up enough as is..." I explained, sighing. I felt my heart sink down into my stomach as I spoke. I'd have to miss the concert and I'd have left a weird impression on my boys and now I wouldn't be able to look at Suga without thinking about him looking at my embarrassing underwear. Great.
"You can't go home now. Hoseok, go get the manager. We need to get this sorted..." Nam Joon replied, looking frustrated as well. "This is why I told you to hush..." He added, shaking his head. Hoseok gave him an awkward smile and proceeded to walk out of the practice room.
"I really didn't mean to over hear. I wasn't staying in there to eavesdrop, I promise." I explained, looking over at Nam Joon.
"That doesn't really matter anymore. Why you were there is irrelevant. We need to know you won't go repeating what you heard." He explained. I nodded my head, understanding him despite my fear. He had every right to do this.
"Shouldn't you be preparing for the concert?" I asked, looking at him.
"Yes and no. Most of the members are sleeping right now." He explained again, looking over at me. "What happened?" He asked, showing what I thought might have been concern on his face... I could have been mistaken, though.
"My jeans ripped..." I told him, biting the inside of my cheek.
Nam Joon snorted.
...Nam Joon snorted at me! My head whipped up to look at him, watching as he did his best to compose himself. "So, you ran into the men's room to..."
"To see if I could fix it, of course! Are you making fun of me right now?!" I asked, incredulous.
"N-No..." He mumbled through chuckles. "But how did you break the toilet dispenser?"
"I'm not going to tell you if you're just going to make fun of me."
"Alright." He finished, chuckling. At least he respected me a bit... Just as I was about to say something else, the door slammed open causing the both of us to jump and Jimin and Taehyung came running in.
"Is this her?" Jimin asked, a grin on his face. Nam Joon raised a brow but nodded at him.
"She's cute." Taehyung spoke, staring at me, making me feel even more vulnerable. Jimin hit him on the arm.
"Shut up. So, Joonie, what happened?" Jimin asked, looking at his leader expectantly.
"She over heard us talking about Jungkook and Yoongi. Didn't Hoseok tell you?" He asked, looking at them, his brows furrowed.
"He just told us some fan was in trouble, so of course we ran over to see her." Taehyung explained, grinning at me. Yep, just talk about me like I'm not even here guys, real professional. Jimin chuckled and walked over to me. Nam Joon stepped in, however, blocking us and shook his head at Jimin. "Wait, is she wearing Yoongi's shirt?" Taehyung asked, poking his head around the two other boys to look at me.
"OH! OH! DID SHE ATTACK YOONGI?! OH.. Oh my god. She has balls." Jimin shouted, looking genuinely shocked. Taehyung, looked from Jimin to me, a confused look on his face.
"I didn't attack him!" I shouted, frustrated at this whole thing. "He left it in the bathroom and I needed it to cover up the tear in my jeans." I explained, my cheeks growing red.
"Oh..." Jimin replied, his own cheeks growing red now. Just as they stood there, another person walked in, presumably the manager, Hoseok right behind him.
"What's going on here?" He asked, his brows furrowed.
"This is the girl." Hoseok spoke, pointing at me for the manager, as if I weren't the only girl in the room.
"What should we do?" Nam Joon asked, completely serious.
"I guess I'll have to create a contract for her to sign." He replied, sighing.
I would have replied that I wouldn't say anything, but I probably wouldn't have trusted me if I were them either. They had some pretty crazy fans. But just then, a sudden wave of emotions came over me and tears threatened my composure. I was in another state, an unknown place, and here the people I looked up to were all treating me like a criminal.
"S-She's crying!" I heard Taehyung call out. Great, now they knew. After a few minutes of crying and awkward staring, I finally composed myself. "S-Sorry..." I muttered, feeling very small right now.
"We should make her work for us." Jimin snorted, joking around.
"Really?" Taehyung asked, completely serious.
"Of course not!" Jimin responded, shaking his head.
"It's not a terrible idea though. I mean, maybe she could help?"
"Help what? Keep Yoongi calmed down?"
"No, just... help keep Kookie in check. Maybe she can.."
"What would the use of that be?" Nam Joon responded, raising a brow at them. Once again, I felt like a freaking wall flower.
"That's not a terrible idea." The manager inputted, looking at them all. They all turned and responded with a resounding, "What?!"
"Think about it. You guys aren't always willing to talk to use managers, so maybe just by having a fan around to help you would prompt you to talk more freely with her, especially if she's sworn to secrecy. Might give you guys a chance to be honest with someone outside of the band. She also doesn't seem to be too terrible in the intelligence department." He explained, looking from guy to guy.
"Can I just..." I started.
"No." Yoongi replied from the doorway, looking blank faced and bored. "I refuse." He told them all, walking in with the swagger he was known for.
"I'm for it!" Jimin shouted, running over to sit next to me, nearly knocking me over. What the hell...?
"Me too!" Taehyung replied in turn, raising his hand with a cute look. Did I even have a choice in this? I had a classroom to get back to...
"I'm not against it..." Nam Joon replied meekly, glancing between me and Yoongi. Yoongi glared for a moment before probably deciding resisting was too much work and left with a frustrated groan.
"I'll go make the paper work." The manager replied, walking off behind Yoongi.
"Wait, I don't-" I started but he was already gone.
"Welcome to the family, noona!" Jimin called out to me, his arm still over my shoulder.
"You don't even know my name yet. Do I even have a say in this? I have a job already." I spoke, feeling a little too out of my comfort zone.
"Then just quit." Taehyung replied with a poker face. I let out a frustrated groan as the boys all crowded around me. "So, what's your name, noona?" Taehyung asked me, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"R-Rose..." I replied, my voice shaky from nerves. Jesus Christ, this was too much.
"Rose?" Nam Joon replied from out of no where, a pensive look on his face.
"What a beautiful name!" Jimin shouted, hugging me again. Okay, so Jimin was a hugger...
"I wanna hug her too!" Taehyung called out, pushing Jimin out of the way. Oh dear lord...
After about an hour of weird questions, I found myself sitting in some office with just the manager in front of me, holding out a piece of paper. The boys were all at the fan meet before the concert. I began to wonder if they'd found Kookie yet.
"Just sign here." The manager told me, pointing to the bottom of the page.
"Wait, what am I even agreeing to?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Ah... That you won't speak of anything you hear while with us. That you promise to work for the company as the boy's personal manager, a meaningless title, really. And that you won't fall for any of the boys. Dating won't be allowed." He explained. I seriously felt like I'd just stepped into some weird drama.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" I asked, watching him with concern on my face which he seemed to see.
"You'll be fine, Ms. Woods. I promise, this is not a dream. I'm hoping that you can become someone our boys can speak to freely. You only need be around them and work for them." He explained to me, smiling.
...Going against ever warning signal in my brain, I watched, almost as if out of my own body, as my hand reached for the pen and signed. Welp, there's goes my life as a teacher for a while...
