Friends || BTS

Chapter 7: Caught

Weeks have passed and I've grown fond of BTS. Not in a romantic way but I genuinely feel good being around them. They're always there for me and for one another, they invite me to practice, have me over for dinner and make sure I smile every time I get a gutting urge to cry over that long-term crush and how things went downhill after that night.

I was at the studio trying to perfect a dance choreo for my next-day class. The music was blasting through the speakers. I kept messing up, missing the tight window of a certain move to flow smoothly with the music and therefore messing up the whole thing. I growled at myself and groaned for messing up a million times.

"You're going too hard on yourself." I turned around startled.

"Hoseok what are you doing here?" I asked

"Needed to relieve stress." I gave him a quizzical look. "Thought you wouldn't mind the company."

"Oh. Of course." I said. "I'm just stressed myself, trying to get a grip on this dance routine. I have to teach a whole group of people but I keep messing up myself." I grunted.

"Can I help?" He asked and I nodded. I showed him the first video I made. He only needed to watch it twice then he was ready. "Okay, you take the lead. I'll follow." I nodded and we started to dance.

I was so focused on excelling the moves and being in sync with the beats that I forgot for the whole 30 minutes we were practicing, I was dancing with J-Hope. The main dancer of the most popular kpop boyband. He was just my mentor, my role model, maybe someone I started to have feelings for?

It only hit me when I was finally satisfied with dance routine, wrapped up and agreed to grab a bite with him, Taehyung and Jungkook.

We were munching on our burgers, laughing at some silly jokes and embarrassing memories of one another that they had gladly shared with me, when my phone buzzed and theirs started buzzing nonstop. I checked on my phone and saw a text from Jisu, a link to an article about the boys being out with an anonymous girl having late night dinner with this stranger who was wearing a snapback hiding her face.

THANK GOD!

Yup, you guessed it. We've been caught. Minutes later the press were crowding the exit. I had to sneak out through the back door while the guys did their thing walking out to their car ignoring the invasive questions and nosy reporters throwing false accusations about them, about me.

As soon as I was safely laying on my sofa, the ringtone started playing in my earpiece. Someone was calling and I answered without looking at the caller-ID

"Hey, saw the news. Are you okay? Are you home? Safe?" His voice was full of concern. A voice I never knew I longed for.

"Yes. I'm home." I started fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. Didn't know what to say.

"I know I should keep my distance, I didn't want to be reminder of that night. But I miss you. I miss having you around. And seeing the news, I had to check up on you. You're basically my baby sister.." He said before he sighed.

"I miss you too Mark. And don't worry about me, this isn't my first rodeo. Remember last year? When they thought I was your girlfriend?" We both laughed at the memory.

"I will never tie a girls' shoe ever again." He said between laughs. Then silence hovered.
"Uhmm how've you been?" His tone softened as if afraid to ask.

"I'm better.." another moment of silence before I broke it. "How is he?" I finally asked.

"He's ummm.. he's okay.. Considering..."

"Considering what?" He didn't answer. "Mark, please. What's wrong?"

"He broke up with his girlfriend and is currently fighting with his best friend. Yuna. How well do you think he's doing?" He sighed, heard a smack in the background. "Ouch!"

"They did not just do that." I scoffed. "Am I on speaker?" No one answered. "Mark." My voice was stern.

"Y-you're on." He stuttered.

"Maknaes, out!" I heard them groaning before the door slammed shut.

I've known them long enough to know that what had happened with BTS would've had them all gathered, playing RPS on whom should call and check up on me while the others hover over his shoulders eavesdropping on the whole call.

"Hey sis.." Jinyoung said nervously.

"Are you in kindergarten? Jinyoung you are my OLDER brother. Why push me to the point where I have the need to scold you? Mark did nothing wrong, why'd you smack him? I was the one who wanted him to tell me what's wrong and he is your hyung. Have some respect." I said furiously. "Oh and about Jaebeom. He literally bottled it all up just because he didn't want to risk losing you. Whether it's stupid or not. That is beside the point. The point is, he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship. No need to be in a fight with him." I sighed and took a deep breath before continuing..
"Then you go on and pull this childish act?" I scoffed again. "Park Jinyoung, Im Jaebeom so help me god I will come to your dorm, bang both your heads against one another if you don't pull your shit together and make up." I almost yelled.

"I did not do anything." Jaebeom retorted.

"So did you not make it worse by ignoring Jinyoung? talking back to anyone who mentions that night?" I asked. Again, I've known them long enough to memorize their behavior.

"She knows you way too well man. Don't even try." Jackson said, basically mocking his leader.

"Mark, Jackson? I expected better from you two. How could you let this happen? Talk some sense into their stubborn minds! Mark you're literally the eldest. Use that authority to your advantage." I cannot believe I'm scolding my older brother and his best friends. "I have a lot of shit going on in my life I really don't wanna worry about my brother and his wife fighting."

"I am not the wife in this relationship." Jaebeom protested.

"Don't test me Im Jaebeom." I paused and heard no response. "Make up. I have to take another call. If I ever hear that you two are fighting because of me I will kick both your asses and won't care that both of you are older than me because you two are already acting like children. Got it?!"

"Yes." All four said in unison.

Great. Now why is Namjoon calling and why in the world is BigHit is sending me an email? Telling me to drop by tomorrow?