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You got ready for the day. Yesterday, you had gotten an email asking you if you could give a Korean boy band some tips on modeling for a photo shot they were going to do. Apparently they had zero clue how to be a model so you thought why not? After you put on some makeup, you headed to a photo shoot you were doing. The boys would be at your place around 11 pm, so you didn’t need to cancel your plans for today. As soon as you stepped out side camera flashes were blinding you and screams slightly hurt your ears.
“I LOVE YOU (Y/N)!!!” Most yelled, some hated you and threw shade in your direction. You tried to just ignore those people, but it got to you a lot more then you liked. Continuing on your way to the car, you felt pushes and shoves on you but again just ignored it.
After a hour or so, you arrived at the building for the shoot.
“Babe! What happened?!” Your stylist, James Vincent, asked. His voice was laced with concern, but you didn’t know why.
“What do you mean?” You asked, slightly tilting your head, a thing you did when you were thinking or confused.
“Come look in the mirror.” He then led you to a mirror so you could see your self. Your arms and legs held small bruises, making your (s/c) skin look ugly.
“Oh, some people were at my house today. Most of them were fans, so I didn’t think I would get harmed. I guess I was wrong.” You chuckled, a forced smile on your face.
“Babe, if anyone you don’t personally know is at your house call me and I’ll send people over! You can’t be like this! It’s not okay that people are leaving bruises on your perfect skin.” James sounded truly worried which warmed your heart.
“Okay. Thank you.” You let out a small, real smile.
“Let’s get you ready for your shoot.”
“Kay.”

~Time Skip~

You had just finished your shoot. It was almost time for the boys to land, so it was around 10:30. Their manager, who’s name you had forgotten, said you could pick them up if you had time so you decided to do so. As you sat down in the waiting area, you heard people whispering about you.
‘Is that (y/n)? You know, the model?’
‘Ugh, I hate her. She thinks she’s so perfect.’
‘I wish she would just die already.’ Sure most were from people who liked you, talking about asking for autographs and other thinks about how they couldn’t believe it was you, but the mean ones were the loudest in your ears. They really didn’t know you at all. You never liked how you looked and you diffidently didn’t think you were perfect. You thought you were too skinny, but were never able to put on weight. You hated your boobs since they gave you back pains. You wish you could get rid of your curves, but could never get plastic surgery. The list goes on and on. You didn’t even notice your eyes begin to get wet.
“Are you (y/n)-noona?” A slightly shy voice asked, making you look up. You saw a guy standing in front of you with slightly tanned, but still pail, skin. His hair was black and slightly covered his eyes.
“Yes, Did you want an autograph?” You asked, making sure you weren’t smudging your makeup from your photo shoot with tears, getting up but still needing to look up at the taller male(even with high heels on).
“Oh, no. My group is staying with you for a few days? Are you the right person?” He asked, seeming really shy.
“Yes! Where is the rest of your group?” You asked, slightly looking around.
“Oh, um, they are looking for you…we decided to split up to find you.”
“Okay, let’s go find the rest of them.” After a few minutes, you found everyone and headed to leave. When you did, people crowded you and the boys. Most seemed to focus on the guys, but you could hear screams of your name and hate towards you. You just lowered your head more and pushed past everyone, slightly leaving BTS behind you on accident. The boys looked at each other with confusion on their faces as they speed up to keep up with you.

~Time Skip~

You made it to your house close to midnight. When you walked in, your cat meowed for you to feed him.
“What was that?” Jimin asked.
“This is Toby. I found him on the street around a year ago.” You said and picked him up. Some of the guys found his big red eyes and white fluffy fur slightly weird, but didn’t say anything. The rest found his adorable.
“He’s so cute!” Taehyung said and went over to you to pet him.
“I’m more of a dog person, but he is adorable.” Jungkook said in Korean.
“Yeah. I like dogs too, but I can’t own one with my life.” You said, also in Korean.
“You know Korean?” Hoseok asked as he smiled at you.
“Yeah, I’ve been taking classes for a year and a half now. Anyway, you guys can stay in the two rooms down the hall at the very end. For as long as you are here, everything I own is also yours. So feel free to use the kitchen or living room when ever you would like. The bathrooms are connected to your rooms.” You then handed Toby to Taehyung. “I’ll be in my room if you need me. It’s the only room upstairs.”(it’s just a door at the top of the stairs) You then turned around to go wash up.
“(Y/n)!” Namjoon said before you could go to far. “What happened at the airport?”
“Oh, nothing. A lot of people don’t like me. It’s nothing to worry about. Just forget about it!” You then rushed away, leaving the boys behind again. Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok looked worried, Yoongi also felt the same way, but he kept it to himself. The maknae line was too focused on how cute and loving Toby was.

~With the Boys~

The rooms were set up so the Maknae and Hyung lines were in separate rooms.
“What do you think that was about?” Jin asked the other three in the room.
“I’m not sure, but she sure was acting weird.” Namjoon replied.
“She’s so sweet. How can anyone not like her?” Hoseok asked with a baffled expression. Yoongi kept to himself, but he was really worried.
“Doesn’t she have a body guard?” Namjoon said.
“Why wouldn’t she? They probably just weren’t at the airport.” (Jin)
“But they should be there to protect her incase a fan is insane. We’ve had people like that before. Remember when Jimin was almost trampled? If our body guards weren’t there, he could have gotten really hurt.” (Hoseok)
“I’m going to get something to eat.” Yoongi said as he got up to go to the kitchen.

~With you~

You had just gotten out of the shower. All the makeup covering your bruises was gone. As you looked in the mirror, you slightly cringed. The purple spots had gotten bigger then they were this morning.
“Oh god…” You whispered as you pushed your hair out of your face. “These things aren’t going anywhere any time soon, are they?” Walking away from the mirror, you made sure you didn’t have any makeup of your face and put some clothes on, aka spandex shorts and a tank top.
“The boys should be asleep, so it should be fine to go down stairs.” You mumbled as you began to walk to the kitchen. When you got there, you opened the fridge and looked for something to eat.
“So, that’s why you were acting so weird.” A voice said, making you jump and hit your head on the fridge.
“Ow…” You whined while holding your head. Looking up at the voice, you saw Yoongi trying not to laugh at what you just did.
“You okay?” He asked, slowly walking over to you.
“Yeah.. I’m fine.”
“Anyway. Those bruises? What happened?”
“It’s nothing.” You tried to walk away, but Yoongi caught your wrist and pulled back towards him.
“It’s not nothing. What happened?” His voice was firm but still comforting.
“It…It’s just some people who don’t like me.”
“What did they do?” He whispered. He tried to hide it, but he was furious.
“They constantly throw things and push me around. They were a little too harsh this morning and I got some bruises. I’m fine though.” Again, a forced smile was plastered on your face.
“You’re not fine. Where are your body guards?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t think I needed one.” The room became silent. Yoongi looked in your eyes for a few seconds before he pulled you in for a hug. You were slightly shocked, but hugged back.
“I’m sorry if I worried you. I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s fine. Just be more careful.” You nodded and buried your face into his chest. You hadn’t even realized it but you began to fall asleep. Your day had tired you out and you kinda just passed out in his arms. He looked down at you and smiled. A door opened and closed in the distance and foot steps got louder. Jimin soon came into Yoongi’s sight.
“Yoongi- What happened?!” Jimin said with wide eyes as he looked at your bruised form.
“She hasn’t been treated right by some people.”
“Is she going to be okay?!” Jimin walked over to the two of you.
“Yeah, she kinda just fell asleep though.”
“Do you want me to take her up to her room?”
“Yeah.” Jimin then took your sleeping form from Yoongi and held you princess style.
“Oh, and Jimin.” Jimin turned to look at Yoongi’s stern face. “Don’t tell anyone about this. She…She doesn’t want to worry anyone.” Jimin nodded and then left to go to your room. When he got there, he looked at your sleeping form. Brushing some hair out of your face, he smiled down at you. Subconsciously, you leaned into his hand making him blush. As he got up to leave, a tug on his arm stopped him. He turned around to see you had a death grip on his sleeve making him chuckle at your cuteness. When you wouldn’t let go of him, he decided to scoot you over and lay down next to you. After all, the bed was big enough for more than two people. Once he was settled, you instantly curled into the side of his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your smaller form then fell asleep.

Description
You got ready for the day. Yesterday, you had gotten an email asking you if you could give a Korean boy band some tips on modeling for a photo shot they were going to do. Apparently they had zero clue how to be a model so you thought why not? After you put on some makeup, you headed to a photo shoot you were doing. The boys would be at your place around 11 pm, so you didn’t need to cancel your plans for today. As soon as you stepped out side camera flashes were blinding you and screams slightly hurt your ears.
“I LOVE YOU (Y/N)!!!” Most yelled, some hated you and threw shade in your direction. You tried to just ignore those people, but it got to you a lot more then you liked. Continuing on your way to the car, you felt pushes and shoves on you but again just ignored it.
After a hour or so, you arrived at the building for the shoot.
“Babe! What happened?!” Your stylist, James Vincent, asked. His voice was laced with concern, but you didn’t know why.
“What do you mean?” You asked, slightly tilting your head, a thing you did when you were thinking or confused.
“Come look in the mirror.” He then led you to a mirror so you could see your self. Your arms and legs held small bruises, making your (s/c) skin look ugly.
“Oh, some people were at my house today. Most of them were fans, so I didn’t think I would get harmed. I guess I was wrong.” You chuckled, a forced smile on your face.
“Babe, if anyone you don’t personally know is at your house call me and I’ll send people over! You can’t be like this! It’s not okay that people are leaving bruises on your perfect skin.” James sounded truly worried which warmed your heart.
“Okay. Thank you.” You let out a small, real smile.
“Let’s get you ready for your shoot.”
“Kay.”

~Time Skip~

You had just finished your shoot. It was almost time for the boys to land, so it was around 10:30. Their manager, who’s name you had forgotten, said you could pick them up if you had time so you decided to do so. As you sat down in the waiting area, you heard people whispering about you.
‘Is that (y/n)? You know, the model?’
‘Ugh, I hate her. She thinks she’s so perfect.’
‘I wish she would just die already.’ Sure most were from people who liked you, talking about asking for autographs and other thinks about how they couldn’t believe it was you, but the mean ones were the loudest in your ears. They really didn’t know you at all. You never liked how you looked and you diffidently didn’t think you were perfect. You thought you were too skinny, but were never able to put on weight. You hated your boobs since they gave you back pains. You wish you could get rid of your curves, but could never get plastic surgery. The list goes on and on. You didn’t even notice your eyes begin to get wet.
“Are you (y/n)-noona?” A slightly shy voice asked, making you look up. You saw a guy standing in front of you with slightly tanned, but still pail, skin. His hair was black and slightly covered his eyes.
“Yes, Did you want an autograph?” You asked, making sure you weren’t smudging your makeup from your photo shoot with tears, getting up but still needing to look up at the taller male(even with high heels on).
“Oh, no. My group is staying with you for a few days? Are you the right person?” He asked, seeming really shy.
“Yes! Where is the rest of your group?” You asked, slightly looking around.
“Oh, um, they are looking for you…we decided to split up to find you.”
“Okay, let’s go find the rest of them.” After a few minutes, you found everyone and headed to leave. When you did, people crowded you and the boys. Most seemed to focus on the guys, but you could hear screams of your name and hate towards you. You just lowered your head more and pushed past everyone, slightly leaving BTS behind you on accident. The boys looked at each other with confusion on their faces as they speed up to keep up with you.

~Time Skip~

You made it to your house close to midnight. When you walked in, your cat meowed for you to feed him.
“What was that?” Jimin asked.
“This is Toby. I found him on the street around a year ago.” You said and picked him up. Some of the guys found his big red eyes and white fluffy fur slightly weird, but didn’t say anything. The rest found his adorable.
“He’s so cute!” Taehyung said and went over to you to pet him.
“I’m more of a dog person, but he is adorable.” Jungkook said in Korean.
“Yeah. I like dogs too, but I can’t own one with my life.” You said, also in Korean.
“You know Korean?” Hoseok asked as he smiled at you.
“Yeah, I’ve been taking classes for a year and a half now. Anyway, you guys can stay in the two rooms down the hall at the very end. For as long as you are here, everything I own is also yours. So feel free to use the kitchen or living room when ever you would like. The bathrooms are connected to your rooms.” You then handed Toby to Taehyung. “I’ll be in my room if you need me. It’s the only room upstairs.”(it’s just a door at the top of the stairs) You then turned around to go wash up.
“(Y/n)!” Namjoon said before you could go to far. “What happened at the airport?”
“Oh, nothing. A lot of people don’t like me. It’s nothing to worry about. Just forget about it!” You then rushed away, leaving the boys behind again. Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok looked worried, Yoongi also felt the same way, but he kept it to himself. The maknae line was too focused on how cute and loving Toby was.

~With the Boys~

The rooms were set up so the Maknae and Hyung lines were in separate rooms.
“What do you think that was about?” Jin asked the other three in the room.
“I’m not sure, but she sure was acting weird.” Namjoon replied.
“She’s so sweet. How can anyone not like her?” Hoseok asked with a baffled expression. Yoongi kept to himself, but he was really worried.
“Doesn’t she have a body guard?” Namjoon said.
“Why wouldn’t she? They probably just weren’t at the airport.” (Jin)
“But they should be there to protect her incase a fan is insane. We’ve had people like that before. Remember when Jimin was almost trampled? If our body guards weren’t there, he could have gotten really hurt.” (Hoseok)
“I’m going to get something to eat.” Yoongi said as he got up to go to the kitchen.

~With you~

You had just gotten out of the shower. All the makeup covering your bruises was gone. As you looked in the mirror, you slightly cringed. The purple spots had gotten bigger then they were this morning.
“Oh god…” You whispered as you pushed your hair out of your face. “These things aren’t going anywhere any time soon, are they?” Walking away from the mirror, you made sure you didn’t have any makeup of your face and put some clothes on, aka spandex shorts and a tank top.
“The boys should be asleep, so it should be fine to go down stairs.” You mumbled as you began to walk to the kitchen. When you got there, you opened the fridge and looked for something to eat.
“So, that’s why you were acting so weird.” A voice said, making you jump and hit your head on the fridge.
“Ow…” You whined while holding your head. Looking up at the voice, you saw Yoongi trying not to laugh at what you just did.
“You okay?” He asked, slowly walking over to you.
“Yeah.. I’m fine.”
“Anyway. Those bruises? What happened?”
“It’s nothing.” You tried to walk away, but Yoongi caught your wrist and pulled back towards him.
“It’s not nothing. What happened?” His voice was firm but still comforting.
“It…It’s just some people who don’t like me.”
“What did they do?” He whispered. He tried to hide it, but he was furious.
“They constantly throw things and push me around. They were a little too harsh this morning and I got some bruises. I’m fine though.” Again, a forced smile was plastered on your face.
“You’re not fine. Where are your body guards?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t think I needed one.” The room became silent. Yoongi looked in your eyes for a few seconds before he pulled you in for a hug. You were slightly shocked, but hugged back.
“I’m sorry if I worried you. I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s fine. Just be more careful.” You nodded and buried your face into his chest. You hadn’t even realized it but you began to fall asleep. Your day had tired you out and you kinda just passed out in his arms. He looked down at you and smiled. A door opened and closed in the distance and foot steps got louder. Jimin soon came into Yoongi’s sight.
“Yoongi- What happened?!” Jimin said with wide eyes as he looked at your bruised form.
“She hasn’t been treated right by some people.”
“Is she going to be okay?!” Jimin walked over to the two of you.
“Yeah, she kinda just fell asleep though.”
“Do you want me to take her up to her room?”
“Yeah.” Jimin then took your sleeping form from Yoongi and held you princess style.
“Oh, and Jimin.” Jimin turned to look at Yoongi’s stern face. “Don’t tell anyone about this. She…She doesn’t want to worry anyone.” Jimin nodded and then left to go to your room. When he got there, he looked at your sleeping form. Brushing some hair out of your face, he smiled down at you. Subconsciously, you leaned into his hand making him blush. As he got up to leave, a tug on his arm stopped him. He turned around to see you had a death grip on his sleeve making him chuckle at your cuteness. When you wouldn’t let go of him, he decided to scoot you over and lay down next to you. After all, the bed was big enough for more than two people. Once he was settled, you instantly curled into the side of his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your smaller form then fell asleep.