Long Distance Love

Chapter 7- Nightmare

The next day arises will the sunlight shining brighter than the spotlight that was blinding you. Good morning to me, last night was the best night ever, you thought to yourself while shoving the bed covers off your body. Walking into the living room you turn on the TV for the KTLA 5 News where you can complain about the "depressing" news they report on every day.

"Good morning Los Angeles this is Kate Cassey with this morning news," you walk away starting to make breakfast when the reporter starts to talk about last nights concert. "Last night the popular K-pop band BTS performed at the Staples Center with billions of "Army" fans were crying because of the beauty that they see every day. BTS is a smash hit in not only South Korean and the United States but the entire world is talking about BTS," with every word Kate Cassey is speaking you shake your head in agreement like a highly worshiped church service. Turning the volume up louder for you hear in the kitchen the report about last night's performance is still a hot conversation, "Also, speaking about BTS there is a photo going around the social media world and it's a picture of their leader RM aka Kim Namjoon and a what seems to be a fan. Now, by the looks of this picture, it looks like that RM has a girlfriend or was possibly calming this fan down from crying." I'm sorry, what is going on, shock controls your body as you sprint over to the TV with the picture that Anna sent yesterday afternoon. "No, no, no! This can't be happening! I can't believe that picture is all over social media. I-I'm not going to be able to show my face to the world if this photo is everywhere," you say with your hands covering your mouth. As the story comes to a close on the TV one last word is spoken, "Who is this girl and what is going to happen next for BTS leader Kim Namjoon? Thank you, Kate Cassey, KTLA 5 News Los Angeles."

As soon as you turn off your TV the phone is ringing with a purpose, Anna is calling you to see if you just tuned into the news to hear about the photo. The call goes on for hours talking about the photo and what would happen next, Anna says, "Look (y/n), all you need to do is go on your social media, repost, and retweet the photo and tell the world that it's you with Namjoon and tell them what really happened in the photo." In shock, you yell into the phone, "What! I'm not gonna go on my social media and talk about the photo. These people don't know who I am and if they did I'm going to kill myself over it. You don't know these Army fans, they take a simple photo or video and spin it into a completely different direction." Before the call ends Anna gives you one last piece of advice, "All I'm saying is tell the world what really happened and they won't go crazy. However, it's your life; you deal with it the way you want to. All I can say is at least send it to Namjoon and see what he says and see how he's going to handle it," as Anna hangs up the phone you screenshot the photo from the source and send it to Namjoon and see what he says.

Later that day, you walk out of your apartment with a hat and sunglasses covering your face in case other people can recognize you from the photo and mug you down about the photo. Being careful of where you go you get in your car and drive to the studio for practice for tomorrow's concert. When you park in front of the studio you look around before heading in just in case an Army fan is watching you, the coast is clear. Walking fast from your car into the studio you shove the door open to get in before anyone had the chance to blind. "You must be in a hurry to start practice," Taehyung said scaring the living daylights out of you, "What? No, no hurry, just dealing with something that I wish didn't exist," you said brushing by him. Opening the door to the practice room all the men scream hello to you like they do every morning, but they noticed something was different about you. Suga goes over to you and asks with concern in his voice, "Hey, what's wrong? You don't seem like yourself, what's going on," you give him the silent treatment as you walkway to warm up before you start dancing. Before you get started Taehyung walks in and whispers something to the men, he points at you with your back turned, "Something is up with (y/n) and I don't want up to make a big deal about it, okay? Don't ask her what's going on, don't try to hug her because we don't know how she'll react, and just let her be by herself for a while." All the faces on the men change from being happy to generally concerned about your mental well being.

After practice ended Namjoon pulls you aside before walking out the door and confronts you, "Hey (y/n), what's going on? Taehyung told us something is wrong with you and he especially told us not to talk to you but, I-I can't see you upset. Please tell me what is going on." Looking away from him you respond, "It's nothing really. Just something that shouldn't exist at all," with sad puppy eyes he connects the dots, "Does it have to deal with the picture you sent me this morning? Look don't worry about it, you know how the Army likes to make a big deal out of things." He grabs your arms and place them around his ribs and places his arms around your neck and gives you a bear hug, "Everything is going to be alright okay? Tonight is your last night dancing with us then your life goes back to normal. Let me walk you home," his offer is sweet but you disagree and tell him, "I brought my car this time but I think the photo is still going to be out in the world even after tonight. Like you said, 'If I could control the Army then I would'." Pulling away from Namjoon you pull out your car keys from your bag and pull out the hat and sunglasses when you left the apartment and put them on, when you open the door you speed walk to your car and quickly get in, no one saw me, good.

Arriving at the apartment complex you take off your hat and sunglasses because your place was the only place safe for you at the moment. Unlocking the door to the apartment your phone buzzes, A new photo has been posted, "I wonder what the photo is this time, more about Namjoon and I," you mutter to yourself. Placing your keys on the table you unlock your phone to Instagram and see the new photo that has been posted, it's a side by side comparison photo of you from last night on stage and you walk into the studio. "What the... how is this possible? I thought I was in the clear," you say screaming into the phone. You click on the photo and get a better view of the two pictures, how did this happen, then as you press the "view comments" you see that multiple people commented on the photo.

"Who is that girl?"

"Wait, I think I've seen her before?"

"What does this "nobody" think she's doing with my Namjoonie!"

"Guys I've seen her before! She's one of their backup dancers from last night!"

"You're right, I see her dancing on the corner all the time. I think her name is (y/n) if I remember correctly?"

"My life is over, they know who I am now, and they know what I do every morning," you say throwing your phone on the couch in frustration. The whole world knows who you are, what happens now? A few minutes later Anna is trying to call you, text you, FaceTime you, every type of communication known to man and you just ignore it, "I don't wanna talk to anyone anymore," you say with tears streaming down your face. With all this out of context photos going around one more question comes to mind, what about tonight's performance?