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"Army SARANGHEYO!"
"Army, kamsa!~"
Finally, the Love Yourself : HER tour in LA has come to an end. The blissful journey of musicals and friendship, love and support, artist and fan....it was all over.
Now here the boys and the staff assembled at the hotel lobby which was converted for a mini celebration for the grand success of the tour. Privacy was respected, and we respected the hotel staff just as much.
Dan and I walked down the corridor to the elevator to get to the lobby area.
Floor no.6
Oh.
"Hello show stoppers!~" I sand and cheered for the seven boys who joined us two lonely souls in the big elevator. Our destination was the same, so we talked just for awhile until we got to the lobby area.
"Have fun boys!" we parted ways. The boys and the managers were invited to a private party in one of the banquet rooms of the hotel. And us, the unnecessary ones, sorry, the stylist and well, the one and only nutritionist staff was invited to a rather open party. Buffet, we suppose. "You sure you'd be fine all alone?"
"Are you implying to say that I wanna hook up tonight? Huh?" Dylan came dangerously close to me, gripping my waist in his arms as he gave me a seductive look.
"Shoo, go do whatever you want. Beasty" I shooed him off with a chuckle. God that man's too adorable.
I made my way towards the drinks section, wanting to get just a bit tipsy before I quenched my hunger. You read that right, don't worry. I was tugging my loose shirt on an attempt to get rid of the creases as I sat down when I heard two female voices whispering, about me.
"Look at that fat ass. She has everything isn't it? I heard she's rich too. Snobby fat ass whore"
"Yeah. She's too friendly with oppas too. I want them to be my friends too! Just somehow, I want to get rid of her, ugh" ouch....
I almost flinch when a hand gives my shoulder a slight squeeze. When I look up, I see a very annoyed and distressed facaded Dylan glaring at the girls who just shit talked me.
But wait, did he hear them?
"I know you heard them, Norse. You want me to deal with them?" oh no. Not again. Not ever again if it's you Dan.
"No it's fine"
"Are you alright?"
"You're asking me the obvious. I would've swung my fists already if I wasn't feeling alright" I said and breathed out, turning in the round bar stool. I giggle when he wraps his arms around me, careful not to spill the beer on my shirt.
"You're so strong baby. I love you" Please don't say that....anything, bot not that.
Don't tell me you love me when we have nothing in between.
At my lack of response, he hesitantly breaks the hug.
"Go enjoy" I say, turning him around and smacking his ass hard. Hope no one saw that. It was legit illegal stuff of South Korean rules. Hehe, me a criminal.
Finding the atmosphere too conducive for my lonely soul, I wander about the hotel. I'm tipsy enough to the two light bulbs instead of one, so I trust my other senses to at least work and get me to my floor.
Ugh. Right now? I hate elevators. I hate electricity.
"I have strings, but now fReEe *burp*" oh shit. Me tipsy tipsy. What did they put in there??
Floor no.6
The stairs were a literal headache, and of course the leg-ache as I climbed up 6 staircases up to my hotel room.
I was walking lazily in the corridor when I was oh so suddenly yeeted by my arm into a suite.
ooOoh!
Wait.
"Taehyung? Is that yo- *hics*"
"Oh god, are you drunk?"
"Huh? Me? No no. I'm just tipSyy~" his brows seemed to crash together.
"Right"
"Oh, this- this is not my room?" I observe the surroundings and find the room rather pushed closer. It's smaller.
"Yeah. This is my suite"
"Oh, then I wanna gO to my mine...I want Daaaan" I say. Even when I was tipsy, I flinched when I was pinned to the wall by this guy who is my bias.
Kim Taehyung, in all his glory, is glaring at me whilst towering over me.
How romantic~
"So tell me, Nari. Are you really our noona? Or do you pretend to be our noona? Hm? What fun do you gain in making us call you noona? I'm sure you're just a fag—"
"Don't you dare complete that sentence Mr. Kim" and there he comes, my forever savior. I watch in a hazy vision as Taehyung widens his eyes and steps away, only to be held by the collar by my aggressive ex. Dylan knew Taehyung never liked my presence around him but this, it had crossed the borders. Dylan also knew what Taehyung was about to accuse his lovely ex-girlfriend, a whore, so he had to use force.
"Yes she was pretending to be your noona, but it's a part of her job to do so. Got it? And just to enlighten you, I'm going to tell her what happened right here so she's gonna know what her bias, the idol she always appreciated and loved really is. If anything, you're the hag" I knew there was a feud going on, but I'm already slouched to the ground, barely conscious as the alcohol keeps kicking into my system.
Taehyung takes in all the information, now surprising himself by feeling guilty.
Okay, it was a part of her job, he said. But why did she have to make his friends and his maknae whipped for her? She had a motive, didn't she?
Taehyung watches as the man who just threatened him, gently lifts the lady up in his arms and carries her bridal style.
"I expect this conversation to be confidential. I don't want you to ruin her favorite job" Dylan says sternly and exits his suite.
What the hell did Taehyung just think he was doing?
Threaten a woman who was clearly innocent just because his friendship with his own band mates was at stake?
