Hidden Love

Chapter 2

It would be an excruciating understatement if I said I kept feeling slightly embarrassed every time I looked over to Jungkook or I caught Jungkook watching me. Although, I managed to get through the rest of the day without having to utter another word to him, which saved me from a meltdown of overloaded embarrassment.

The end of rehearsals for the day had finally commenced at around 6 PM, and everyone was eager to get home for the night. I was no exception. Fiddling about with my jacket, after I had put it on, to make it sit comfortably on me, I felt Sunghoon come up behind me and pat me on the shoulder to announce to me that he was leaving the studio. I also bid him goodnight and watch him leave the studio room just before bending down to pick up my backpack; the studio room was eerily quiet after the last few dancers left the room, their conversation gradually disappearing into the distance.

A deep breath of relief escapes my lips, just after I have my backpack placed comfortably on my back, about getting through a tough day of rehearsals and being able to get home so that I can eat and retreat into my bed for the night.

"Finding it tough?"

His voice comes almost directly behind me, and I hadn't realized there was someone still left in the room. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest from the sudden voice before quickly swivelling to see Jungkook standing before me, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

Well, because of his height, he is near enough towering over my smaller body.

"Oh err-" I stutter with my eyes looking anywhere but his face, "just a little, but nothing I can't overcome."

My answer is confident and the tiniest hint of a smirk threatens the corner of his mouth because of my response.

"Good," he deadpans, "get home safe."

And with that, he turns on his heels and walks away from me in the direction of the other side of the room where the rest of BTS, the choreographer and the tour director is sitting.

Did he really just come up to me to ask me that?

Confusion buries itself into my brain while I watch his back move further and further across the room, but then a sudden occurrence happens to me.

Please don't tell me they're thinking of letting me go. I'm having so much fun doing this.

I hadn't noticed that J-Hope had caught the look of dispair across my face before I hang my head low and slowly drag my feet over to the studio room door. An overbearing feeling of a hunch starts to settle in my stomach about getting told not to turn up for tomorrow's rehearsal, and if I do, I know that I've lost my place as a dancer for the tour. In fact, the feeling is so overwhelming that I almost turn on my heels to beg for them to not let me go. However, I know with BigHit they'll let me go regardless of what I say.

Nevertheless, within about ten minutes of leaving BigHit's building, I had come to the alleyway that I know is a shortcut towards my complex building and despite having taken this alleyway over a hundred times (day or night), I still get nervous to walk through it because of how secluded the alleyway seems to be from the rest of the world. On top of that, there is just about enough lighting to see the pathway beneath my feet. Taking a deep breath, I don't second guess the idea of the alleyway when I start walking as fast as I can to get to the other end. 

In spite of walking as fast as I can, I feel my heart near enough beating out of my chest and in my ears that I don't hear the heavy footsteps behind me, and it's much too late when their hand wraps over my mouth and I am held in a headlock from the perpetrator behind me. His heavy breath fans over my left ear making the skin on my neck crawl, and the rough skin over his huge hand feels like sandpaper over my lips.