Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

MAMA

Despite the surprising yet heartfelt reception at the airport in Japan, I knew that it wouldn't be that easy. Pictures of me and the guys waving and smiling at the crowd were uploaded on all social media and news outlets before we even landed at Incheon, and while some people were happy with the guys taking a stand and proudly defending me, there were still many who were not. We hadn't confirmed anything about our relationship, yet it wasn't hard to guess. And they were very vocal about their outright disgust.

There were petitions calling for the group's disbandment and for my deportation. There were even hashtags trending for me to be criminally charged and jailed for daring to sully the boys' once-pristine image. A lot of it was so ridiculous that I had to laugh. But then again, it was a harsh reminder of the obstacles we would face as long as I stayed with them, as well as the sacrifices they were making to be with me.

I try to block out the noise and occupy my time with household chores while the guys pop into the company building for a quick meeting. As I'm unpacking my toiletries, I open my top vanity drawer to reorganize my beauty products when I notice the little peach-colored case sitting neatly on top. I frown, perplexed because I don't remember returning it to its designated spot yet I could have sworn I packed it...

Shit. I didn't pack it.

Because I didn't pack at all. Hoseok did.

And between dealing with the threat at the spa and crazy ass Mimi and the guys' ultimatum to the public and our hasty departure, it must've totally slipped my mind. As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. And while something in my gut told me I was forgetting something, I had no idea it was my birth control. Shit.

I hurriedly grab the case and pop a tiny pill into my palm, preparing to swallow it dry. It's only been a couple days so I should be good...right? I've never had to deal with this situation considering I wasn't sexually active before coming to Seoul. I was only on birth control to regulate my periods and keep my skin clear. Maybe I should just take both of the pills that I missed. I mean, it probably couldn't hurt. Or what if it does? What if it makes me violently ill? Do I have to throw these away and start a new pill pack? Or can I just pick up where I left off?

When all else fails, leave it to Google. However, when I pick up my phone to search, I find that I have a text message from none other than Jung Jiwoo.

Violet! I'm so so happy you're back! I'm in town and we NEED to catch up. I miss you so much!

Awww, I miss you too. Yes, let's do that. I barely get out these days. 😢

Ohhh. You know what we need? SHOPPING!!!! And food. And lots of sweets and champagne 😝

I'm in. Name the time and place.

I've sincerely missed Jiwoo, given that she's probably my only real girlfriend in Seoul, or anywhere, for that matter. We make plans to meet up the following day, despite me being wracked with anxiety about going out in public. But I trust Jiwoo. She knows what it's like to be targeted because of her involvement with the boys and I'm sure she won't put me in a position to be harassed. I've been a prisoner for far too long. If the guys can be brave, so can I.

I hear the front door close, signaling that my seven loves are home and I instantly perk up. I skip out to greet them, a bright grin plastered on my face, and stop short when I realize...

The guys are not home.

Instead, a lone woman stands before me, her eyes wide with shock. She clutches the large tote in her hands a little tighter as she takes in my knee-high socks, short shorts and oversized FG hoodie that I stole from Yoongi. And while I'm absolutely mortified to see her in my current state of undress, I'm not exactly baffled of her identity. Because I've met her before, albeit with a lot more clothes on.