Rivals

• Chapter Six • Jungkook POV

"Where'd you run off to?" Taehyung asks as I check my cables.

"Namjoon was talking to some girl. I just wanted to wreck his game."

He looks towards the back, eyes growing wide before he's fumbling. "Shit!"

"What?" I ask now confused by his demeanor.

"Did Jimin see them??"

"Huh?"

His teeth sink into his bottom lip while he frantically searches for our frontman. I join in, halfway looking for him before getting more ancy.

"What's the problem? I'm not following."

"That girl you just shot your game at is Y/N."

"As in—"

"As in Jimin's ex girlfriend Y/N. As in our previous guitarist Y/N. As in your replacement Y/N." He looks me in my eyes with complete and utter panic. My head turns their way to observe them once more. She's not at all what I imagined. Not from the stories I've heard. "Why is she coming this way??" He says in my ear.

"I don't know."

"If Jimin sees her he's gonna freak."

She walks closer, her eyes avoiding me completely which only makes me stare harder. Why won't she look at me?

"Hey Tae.." she smiles still holding her focus on him.

"Came to see the show, huh?" His voice changes dramatically. "Or came to see Jimin?"

I'm almost surprised at how quickly he switched like that. He was nervous, scared even and now... completely standoffish.

"Uh yeah actually.." she falters at his hostility. "I wanted to see what's changed...besides me." Her eyes finally cut towards mine.

Ohh....you're intimidated by me. Interesting.

My brow raises challengingly while you hold my full attention. Yet you don't budge to look away first.

"I think you'll like the changes." Taehyung says grabbing her attention. I notice Jimin leaving the bathroom and walking towards us but don't warn them. This should be interesting.

"Yeah well—" her voice is cut off by the man behind her.

"Couldn't stay away?" He hums predatorally.

"It's a public show. I'm allowed to watch."

"You're allowed, but not wanted." Jimin walks around her to face her directly. Her eyes go straight to me.

"Maybe not by you."

His head quickly turns to look at me. His eyes burning into my skull with rage and possessive nature.

I'm definitely in trouble.

"Nice." Taehyung whispers at me sarcastically. I miss the last bit of their conversation but see her turn to walk away. Jimin immediately comes towards me, shoving me behind the curtain to the side of the stage.

"What the fuck was that? You know Y/N?"

"No, just saw her with Joon."

"Namjoon? When?" His anger towards me gravitates to the drummer. I see opportunity.

"Yeah, she was in some kind of disguise or something but they were talking. I just went over to—"

"Flirt? Damnit Kook, what is with your hormones?"

"It was a joke...I wasn't serious." I defend. "I was messing with them."

Maybe it started that way but now that I know who she is I feel the pull in my gut to stay away.

"She's spying. But for what? What's the end game?.." he ponders. I pull back the curtain a bit and see her talking with guys.

Who are they?

Namjoon hops up on stage to join the conversation, causing Jimin to interrogate. "You knew she was coming?"

"Yeah, I told her about the show."

"Why would you do that??" His eyes darken. "I don't want her here."

Namjoon exhales with irritation at the younger being so immature. "Look, she's not in the band anymore but there doesn't mean I have to just hate her like you do. We were really close. You know that."

"We voted her out. That means she's not welcome anymore."

"You voted. Me and Taehyung were just tired of you two fighting all the time. One of you had to go. No offence, Kook."

"None taken." I chuckle.

"This show is important. If she's trying to find something to take us down for, we can't have any weak moments." He looks at us seriously. "And JK, cut out your solo."

"What??"

"We can't give her ideas."

I scoff. "Ideas for what? My solo??"

"She will hear it... perfect it...even better than you and release it. I don't want it getting out so public before Battle of the Bands. You have to save it."

"Fine."

Taehyung pulls back the curtain to show the group again. They all talk amongst themselves when she laughs and puts her hand on one of their thighs.

What's that?

"I can't believe that's her." I say out loud and they all face me. "You made her sound so...."

"Vindictive? Dramatic? Manipulative?"

"Ordinary."