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Thoughtless

Chapter 2 - (3.8k words)

Summary:

As one of BTS' managers she only usually dealt with the technicals. They usually only saw each other at concerts but even then the band did barely have time to acknowledge her. There was nothing wrong with that. Until she became the replacement for their main manager, and Bangtan's leader developed a bigger interest for her. And she for him. But sometimes it is just so much easier to lie to yourself and the people around you. And to close your eyes from what's right in front of you.

Genre: Idol AU, swearing, anxiety, stress, eventual smut Pairing: Namjoon x MC

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“Amara!” The trucks were ready to drive away when I arrived at the stadium and went looking for my British assistant. As soon as I dropped Namjoon off I made my way back to the stadium, imagining everything that could’ve possible went wrong.

“You’re already here?” The brunette tall girl peeked around a corner. The tips of her hair were dyed with blue and she wore a black jeans with a white blouse. My eyebrows rose at her comment, questioning if that really was necessary to answer.

“Sure you are. Okay I give you the update. The trucks are loaded, the outfits are stored and I already made the check with one of the officers of the stadium.” Her smile represented the satisfaction she felt from the work she did. Without me.

“So, basically we can drive back to the office and we can start with the work we couldn’t do the past months.” I couldn’t help myself but smile happily when I joked. “My baby is growing up so fast. What will I do if you leave me?” My voice dripping with faked panic. Amara’s velvety voice filled the hallway after she made a clicking noise with her tongue.

“Better never mess with me Ms. Lee or I need to quit and leave you to your mess.” The seriousness in her tone was completely faked, so we just bursted into soft smiles and giggles before I took my iPad from her and started to walk my check round. “So,” she stretched the word- “how was your night?” Then she rose her eye brows and grinned. My answer was a repetition of her eyebrow rising. “Come on, you were in a room with an absolutely cute guy and woke up with three in total around you! Please tell me you had some man action!” Without control I rolled my eyes.

“Are you crazy? Amara, you know the rules. It’s even in the contract that relationships with idols are not allowed. So, if there would happen anything I would get fired and you too by the way.” Like always when I was working, my gaze was glued on the iPad and Amanda took care that I didn’t walk into doors or any other possible furniture. A sad sigh left her mouth.

“But a one night stand is no relationship. I mean they are hot! Why did they employ woman to such eye candy, if we are not allowed to have a taste.” The answer I gave her was well rehearsed and my voice had the matter-of-fact tone.

“Because we are very lucky, very well behaving, very hard working and the members are no sex objects, especially not for employees.” With the last tick on my list I turned around to face her. “Well, it pains me to say it but you did a really good job.” The smile on her face came back from the eye-candy-planet and she hugged me tight.

“I knew I would do it the right way! Let’s have lunch, you’re paying!” She ran off and I stared after her before I chuckled and followed her for the exit.

Unfortunately for Amara, she underestimated me. When we entered the restaurant I ordered the food for take away, that way we could head back to the office and eat there.

“Really, I am still shocked you just ordered a take away so you could start working while you’re still eating.” Amanda was right, as soon as we reached my office I started placing my food in a way I could, that I could still see the paperwork in front of me.

“You only said I am paying, and you can eat and talk to me. I would never steal your break.” Her nose frizzed and Amara looked like a cute rabbit. “And you know I would have a bad conscience if I would do that.” Chewing, she grabbed one of the sheets in front of her and chuckled.

“Munhee.” My name had never been that long, so I raised an eyebrow and looked over the edge of my own sheet at her. Just to find my assistant waving at me with a piece of paper. “Guess who is organising the daily schedule of the band.”

“Uhm, Hyunwu? Like he always did?” But she just shook her head and grinned.

“Wrong, its you!” My chopsticks fell out of my hand and my eyes went wide. That was impossible! Sure, I worked hard and never really forgot something. But I already had a quite big amount of work, this was going to take a lot of overtime! “Hyunwu’s contract got terminated, and the letter says that they are so convinced of your hard working attitude, they think you could also handle organising their schedule.” I covered my face with my hands and sighed.

“I will need an extra coffee waiting here in the morning. Or better get me my own machine. Let me see this.” Amara handed me the letter. Tasks included to organise the schedule with them, accompanying them to interviews, shootings or concerts. One time per week I had to have a look on their dance practice and training. After reading this I buried my head in my arms, my sleeping schedule would sure be affected by that. Again. There was a knock at the door and I huffed a allowing sound.

“Hi, I am looking for Mu… Oh there you are!” Jungkook was standing in the doorway and smiled brightly at us, before he came in and greeted Amara. “I am Jungkook, the golden youngest.” The green eyes of my assistant were glittering and she grinned when she answered his introduction. My eyebrows raised at their interaction

“Oh I know that, I am Amara the assistant of Munhee.” His eyes went wide and he smiled kind of excited. Wasn’t he supposed to be afraid of women?

“Yes! You were in the hotel and took Munhee’s iPad! I just wanted to stop by, before I go upstairs to the studio.” Finally I sat straight up and smiled at the cute boy.

“That is lovely. Do you already know Hyunwu quit?” Jungkook slowly shook his head.

“But who is going to manage our schedule?” The worry in his tone was evident but if I wasn’t wrong I also saw some kind relief in his eyes.

“No worries, I have the honor of being your nanny. So, could you tell the other members we will meet tomorrow at nine in the morning? I will come over to the dorm … what?” Two pairs of eyes looked at me and I didn’t really know, why there was such a shock in their faces.

“But … it … tomorrow is a free Saturday …” His voice was just a mumble. An apologising smile was on my lips, while my inner self was laughing about his shocked face.

“My dear Jungkookie, it’s only a little meeting. You don’t have to dress up, you can show up in PJs and go to bed again when we finished. Alright?” His mouth was still a bit open but he nodded, I actually felt the need to hug him and laugh at him at the same time. “See you tomorrow at nine!” The young singer nodded again, still in shock, and left the room. The moment he closed the door, we started giggling. “Please take a picture of him, when he joins the group in pyjamas. I bet he wears some with cute pattern.” Teddy bears came to my mind and I couldn’t stop laughing. The reason, I chose to meet up that early, was that I still hoped my sleeping schedule would just work if I have a steady rhythm. But who was I kidding, when I had a look on the BTS schedules Hyunwu made for them, I could kissed that thought goodbye. During the week they needed to get up quite early and seemed to work till nine at night. Even when I would share my work with Amanda it would be rough, but there was no way that we were allowed to fail either.

Later in the day when I turned on the lights in the house and smelled the familiar tulip-freesia-scent my mind calmed down a little bit. I dropped the keys on the dresser and made my way to the kitchen to grab some food, even if I wasn’t really hungry. Grabbing also a bottle of wine and a glass, I went into the living room and sat down on the floor.

My gaze found the photo album Namjoon picked up earlier that day, and the memory of how I gave it to my mum crossed my mind. “Mum look.” The black book in my hands was heavy but I was so curious to see her face, when I showed her the pictures of us. During the past weeks everything was quite good. No incidents. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and a heartwarming smile was on her lips.

“Honey, you made a new one?” The excitement in her voice made my own smile even bigger. I sat down next to her and together we looked through the book, remembering stuff we did or things we were laughing about. Her laugh was such a lovely sound, and I was so happy she was feeling better again. But I didn’t know that it was just a sunny day before the coming rain. With a fast move I took the album and brought it back to the place where it belonged. My bookshelf, contained a lot of personal or emotional stuff which wasn’t that obvious, but it also kept the emotions away from me. It was like I could keep all the things that would effect me stored in boxes. Giving it no chance to get to me. My fingers felt the cold material of the cover and it gave me chills before I put it back to its place. I hadn’t looked at the books for years and I didn’t plan on doing it any time soon back then. After that I took the bottle and went into my bedroom, knowing the wine would make me sleepy I could relax a little bit before I would meet the band members in the morning.

As I told Jungkook the day before, the meeting would be really informal. Nobody needed to dress up. Following my own advice, I decided to wear one of my black jumpsuits with sleeves. My hair arranged in a bun, which revealed the undercut in my neck. Like I predicted, the wine made me sleepy the day before but I still was awake a few hours later at four in the morning. There was no way I would fall asleep again, so I just got up and made some stuff I could bring with me for the members. And that’s how I made breakfast for seven guys at four in the morning, containing Hoddeok and Tamagoyaki. Still, after cleaning the kitchen I didn’t know what to do and just left the house to drive to the dorm group and I arrived thirty minutes too early.

When I rang the bell, there was just silence. So, I rang it for a second time. Rumbling started and I heard somebody swearing. The door opened abruptly and I was greeted with the sight of a half naked Namjoon. Just dressed in a pair of shorts that hugged his thick thighs tightly and a naked broad chest staring at me, had my cheeks boiling with blood. For whatever reason he wore sunglasses on his nose, which made it impossible for me to read his face.

“Uhm … I know I said nine, but I just woke up so early. And I made Hoddeok and Tamagoyaki…” I was blabbering and my cheeks were burning from heat, when Joon interrupted me with a tired smile. “It’s fine. Come in, I tried to tidy up but I am usually a little bit a mess of myself.” He lead me to a small kitchen where I placed the food boxes, between some used mugs. “Coffee?” His hands were already grabbing another cup but his eyes were still blocked by the sunglasses, so I just nodded. Then we went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. “Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?” The question left my mouth before I could stop myself and left me nervous, hoping I didn’t offend him. The tips of his ears turned red and he looked everywhere but at me. “Because I am not wearing makeup?” A laugh escaped my mouth and I covered it with my hand. Why was I like this? He was probably insecure. “I am not wearing any either, but I am quite sure I am still good-looking?” I smiled at him and he took off his sunglasses, but he was looking quite uncomfortable. “Namjoon? You can also keep your sunglasses on.” Regret sparked in my stomach and I looked at him sadly, folding my hands in my lap. “I didn’t want to offend you. It’s just, I am know you look handsome without…” Chewing my lower lip, I lifted my gaze and met two dark eyes. My skin burned and tickled, especially when he smiled at me. Soft little dimples on his cheeks. “It’s fine, just sometimes I forget that there are no cameras. Uhm, I am going to wake the others.” After he left I took a deep breath and tried to cool down, whatever my body seemed to feel, there was no way of it happening.

I took another sip of coffee and Taehyung appeared, and seemed to be sleep walking. His face was all puffy and his hair a pure mess. In pyjamas he plopped on one of the chairs, when we heard grumble and other noises. My eyebrow wandered up, but '95er just rubbed his tired eyes before he looked into the direction where Namjoon disappeared.

“Maknae! Wake up!” The still sleepy younger shouted towards the bedroom and there was an answer from Namjoon. “Tae could you go and wake him up?” A grin appeared on his lips and he stood up, walking towards the noises. I have never attended the wake up ceremony of BTS, but it seemed like this would occur more often as their manager. A grin was on my lips when a sleepy faced Seokjin entered the room. Wearing a pink pyjama with teddys. “Hi, you know it is quite early for a Saturday?” He yawned and covered his mouth. “I know, but I made food. So, please accept my apology.” That moment Yoongi walked in, in a simple grey pyjama. Hair disheveled and face puffy. “Food?” He looked at me and I pointed at the boxes in the kitchen. Then he left and I heard the rattle of plates. Taehyung came back, carrying Jungkook over his shoulder. A wide grin on his face when he dropped him on the sofa next to me. “Maknae! Wake up!” The youngest groaned and leaned on me to continue sleeping, but I patted his cheek and smiled at the cute boy. “You have to sleep later.” Another groan and he opened his big brown teddy eyes more droopy than awake. The last group joining us was Namjoon and Jimin, who drew Hoseok after them. They sat down on the floor, Jimin next to Namjoon, and I cleared my throat. “So, I already got a list of things that need to be organised for you. But I would like to know if there are things I have to pay attention to. And sleeping till ten in the morning doesn’t count.” I felt a sudden pressure on my shoulder and when I looked down, I saw Jungkook was asleep. Again. Namjoon looked around and the members who were awake looked at him. “We practice dancing like everyday, so it would be good if you book a room for every day. But we are still recording the new album, so there should be a recording studio we can use all the time. Then there is the whole Run BTS stuff, you should talk to the producer about it since we just get told when we have to be there.” He was indeed the leader of their group, they trusted him. I took a few notes on my iPad. When I looked up Suga was eating some Hoddeok and cleaned his fingers. “There will probably come another vacation for us, but the producers or PDnim will tell you.” With a nod I made a note about it and then I heard a giggle from Hoseok. “Be prepared to get a call from Namjoonie about loosing his passport.” The others sighed and I inhaled deeply. I knew about his passport issues. Far too well. “Yeah right, Namjoon we will have a talk about that the next time you travel.” He sighed in frustration and the others laughed. Hoseok pointed at the young singer on my shoulder. “Is he really sleeping again?” They laughed and even I chuckled, but he just kept sleeping. Namjoon cleared his throat and looked at everyone before he spoke. “We should also probably meet at least two times a week, it doesn’t need to be everyone. Just so we can talk about upcoming events or interviews. Because actually you are the one who accompanies us if we have a shooting or an interview.” Nodding in agreement I added it to my notes before I looked at the group around me. “Okay, you will all get to know Amara. She is my assistant, and it’s possible I will send her with you if I am dealing with something else. I just give you our numbers, if I am not answering my phone, just call her or give us a message.” With a little noise I dropped my phone on the table and V grabbed it to save the contacts.

Suddenly Joon clapped his hands and even the Kookie on my shoulder blinked. “Alright, what do you think about staying a little longer? You could get to know each other better.” I noticed the sharp glance Jimin was shooting towards his friend, but didn’t really get the problem. He could go ahead and sleep longer if he wanted to. “If that is alright for everyone? But I need to talk to Jin alone first.” The addressed blinked and gestured me to follow him. We entered his room and he offered me to sit on the bed, but I refused and leaned against the wall. “So, what is it about?” He looked curiously at me and I scraped with my feet on the floor. “Actually it’s about the whole age and respect issue. You are older than me and the others, but I am your manager. Technically I have the authority. I know you guys don’t take the whole thing too seriously with each other. But if we have an argument or a discussion I don’t want to offend you. My upbringing was not that traditional, I know how to behave in that way but naturally I don’t. So, how do you want to handle that?” His face was unreadable and I was a little bit worried, so I tried to explain a little bit more. “You have seen me in Namjoon’s hotel room right? That is just a little piece of the cookie if I am stressed. And I am not a person who backs down.” His eyebrows furrowed when he responded in a calm reassuring tone. “I am actually fine with that, as long as you’re not openly insulting any of us or are plain disrespectful.” I quickly shook my head denying that, before he continued. “What are you actually doing? I mean I have seen you at the concerts and when we traveled, but I don’t really know what you are doing.” My answer was quite long because I worked on many stages like equipment, outfits, offers and demands for interviews or adverts. Jin leaned back and exhaled soundly before he spoke. “And now you are our personal manager too? Isn’t that a little bit too much?” The moment I wanted to tell him I could deal with it, there was a knock on the door before it opened and Namjoon walked in with an excusing smile. “Is everything alright? I didn’t want to interrupt, but do you want tea or coffee?” I gave him a reassuring smile and walked towards him, while Jin stretched his arms. “I would take another coffee.” He smiled at me and behind us we heard a sigh. “Alright, get out lovebirds. This handsome man needs to change!” Both of us blushed and we avoided looking at each other while we stood flustered outside of the room. Silently we walked towards the kitchen. “Uhm … How is your training working? Do you stretch more?” Namjoon coughed and answered when we were back in the living room. Both of us with another cup of coffee. “I’m fine, but I could catch up a little bit more. Otherwise I am really happy with our new personal manager.” My heart made a little jump, but I ignored it and just smiled thankfully.

Jungkook had disappeared from the sofa and we sat down next to each other, when Hoseok came in and sat on my other side. “What’s up?” His voice was full of energy and he slung his arm around my shoulder. Then Jimin appeared, his jaw clenched and he sat down. But the glance he gave me was clearly annoyed.

Soon, Jin and Yoongi joined and we talked a lot about their lives and what they did before they became a group. Jimin barely spoke, but as the others teased him for being shy, I believed them. “Me?” They asked about my life before I joined Big Hit, which wasn’t really exciting and I didn’t want to talk about the stuff with my mum. A deep sigh was exhaled by me. “Alright, my dad is Swedish. He lived here until I was sixteen but moved for a better job in the United States. Our relationship is just a little bit difficult because we don’t get to call each other often.” The number of calls fell even more when my mother died, but I didn’t tell them.

Soon the group splited and there was only Namjoon, Jimin and me left. But actually the conversation was left to us. Jimin was on his phone, only looking at Joon a few times. I tried a few time to ask him stuff about himself but he only answered as short as possible, and so I decided it is better for my mood to talk to Namjoon. Who was fiercely talking about a book he read. “It was just so intense. They way the poems were written was so simple but so on point.” I could tell he enjoyed talking about books, and me too. “Don’t spoiler me.” I said smiling, and he really thought about it. “I am not sure if it’s really possible to spoiler you because it is not like a real storyline.” With an annoyed sigh Jimin spoke up. “It’s already three Joon.” I gasped and rushed to get up from the sofa, collecting my stuff while I made my way towards the door. “I need to leave, there is stuff in the office I need to do…” Suddenly Jungkook appeared in the living room in all black baggy clothes. “Can I come with you?” My eyebrows shot up a little confused and I nodded. “Sure.” Then Namjoon spoke up and got up from his seat. “Could you take me with you to Big Hit as well? I need to work on some songs.” I caught the sight of a leaving Jimin, but just didn’t say anything and nodded.

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namuficxs · 2 years ago

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Thoughtless

Chapter 1 - (4.6k words)

Summary:

"Why is there no opposite word of loneliness? Could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely?" - Kim Namjoon

Genre: Idol AU, swearing, anxiety, stress, eventual smut Pairing: Namjoon x MC ------------------------------------------------

“Okay guys last concert of the tour, let’s do it!” RM called for the other members of their group, so they could go to the lift under the stage. I was busy checking on the functions of the microphones when I realised that Suga’s wasn’t answering the signal.

“I need a new mic over here, number five isn’t answering.” Right after asking for the new one I checked on the others, which were all working just fine. One of the staff members brought the new microphone and changed it with the one Suga wore. Without lifting my gaze from the tablet in my hands, I stated “Two more minutes.” The boys did their ritual and went on the stage, beginning with the Mic Drop Remix. During the first few stages of the concert I already had a look at upcoming meetings and tasks I needed to do, before I called the staff for the clothes change.

“Ready?” Everybody agreed and the members came in. The first group included J-Hope, Jungkook, V, and Jin, they changed in more comfortable and less slim outfits. Next were Suga, Jimin and RM, who looked somehow stressed out. But that wasn’t unusual. My gaze was on my watch when the tall leader stepped out of the changing area and stiffened. He hissed and leaned against the wall, a few seconds later Jimin was with him.

“What’s wrong?” RM’s jaw clenched and he hissed just the word cramp. We were running out of time and I went over to them. “Jimin-ssi, Suga-ssi go back on stage, he will be there in a minute.” The small one bit his lip before he nodded and went back on stage. I put my tablet away and helped Namjoon sit down. “Alright, this will probably hurt but you need to get back up and then we will take care of the muscle later.” My gaze found his brown eyes and he nodded in agreement.

Before I became a staff member of BigHit I had learned physical therapist, therefore I knew that my plan wasn’t exactly right but it would work. My fingers found a hold on his ankle and then I pulled his leg in an upright position against my hip. The younger man hissed again but then his body relaxed. This wasn’t going to last long. “No dancing, no jumping. Keep your muscles moving but without overstraining. Walk around or sit down at some point, because soon it will hurt again. After the concert you ask for me, we have to take care of your leg.” He took a deep breath and stood up slowly.

“What is your name again?” I rolled my eyes slightly and answered. “Munhee, and now hurry up. You only made it halfway through the concert.” The group’s leader nodded and walked back on stage while I made gestures for him to hurry. During the second half of the concert I always had a look at him, but the joy they all felt performing here in Seoul made me smile. There was no language barrier and everybody could fool around and just easier interact with the fans. Ten minutes before the show ended RM and Suga came back to get some water, I took the chance and asked how RM was feeling. He took a deep breath but he was obviously tense.

“The muscles start burning and cramping again.” Together the three of us walked back to side of the stage but we stayed out of sight for the audience. “Sit down on the edge of the stage as much as possible. Don’t overstrain your leg.” As soon as I advised him, I started organising the way back to the hotel, so that everybody’s stuff was ready to go. The idols only would need to change. Walking through the backstage area, I tried to organise everything I normally did when the group was gone. Usually I would stay behind and check on the staff responsible to gather the equipment. But that day I needed to take care of Namjoon’s leg, stretching that muscle without massage will need quite a lot of rest. Which was going to annoy the hell out of him for sure.

At the end of the concert, I was talking to the staff members about the organisation of the equipment, when I heard the voice of my assistant in my headset.

“Munhee, RM-ssi is asking for you.” Amara was a British student who got the job through a long time of application. The company involved me in the hiring process and the young girl was the only applicant without any further experience. When I insisted on hiring her I was declared stupid. But to everyone else’s surprise she did very well. She just needed a chance to prove it. Amara became my backup, a fact that calmed me down a bit.

“I am on my way.” My gaze was still locked on the iPad in my hands. The word ‘workaholic’ was probably describing me the best. I didn’t have anyone in my life, so I dedicated it to my job. After all my job was great, gave me lots of opportunities and surrounded me with great people. The job made me happy, if no one was going to accept it, then so be it. When I entered the room, everybody was talking and ready to go. Only Namjoon was sitting on one of the sofas, his head leaning against the wall behind him.

“Alright, guys let's go to the hotel I will take this one with me.” The members looked worried as I went over to their leader and sat down next to him. “RM-ssi? Come on, we need to get you to the hotel.” There came a deep humming out of his throat before I slung his arm around my shoulder. His skin was hot and still a little bit sticky because of the sweat, even when I told him to rest he did not as I said. “No sleeping Namjoon-ssi, let’s go.” When I patted his cheek, he seemed to be more awake. But there was no denying in the exhaustion which was visible for everyone on his face.

As soon as we reached his room I positioned him on the bed when the other members came in like bunch of startled chicken.

“What happened?” A sigh escaped my mouth and I closed my eyes. Exhaustion was filling my body and I wanted to rest, but there was a huge bag of bones on the bed I needed to take care of first.

“I don’t really know, if he didn’t warm up enough or stretched very well … but his leg muscles cramped and I stretched them. But not in the right way…” From the bed came a muffled deep voice.

“My leg feels like a stone…” Good to know he was well able to complain even almost passed out. The emotions of the members were mixed. There were concern, anger, and compassion written on the six faces. The smallest of the group glared at me and spoke up.

“Why did you stretch it like that?! Cramped muscles need to be massaged and stretched, otherwise…” Anger and annoyance were crawling into my veins when I shot back.

“I do not need a lecture about cramps Park Jimin-ssi! I was physiotherapist before I came here, I knew exactly what I did and I still do! So, all of you may get out!” My voice was shaking and I immediately felt sorry, but I was exhausted too and no one of them really knew me. The sound of the opening door sent relief through my muscles.

“Don’t be so harsh with them, especially Jimin hyung is really worried about Rapmon hyung. They are really close.” Jungkook’s voice was quiet and marked with worry. The way he called all his members his hyungs, warmed my heart. I turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed, before I traced my soft jawline with the tips of my fingers.

“I am sorry.” The huskiness in my voice made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It was just not really high pitched, while the young man in the room was one of the world’s best singers. Jungkook looked honestly concerned at me.

“Are you alright?” His voice was much softer and warmer than mine, his question was polite and sounded really interested, but I didn’t want to bother him.

“I am fine. Thank you for asking, but I better take care of him now.” With a little smile, I stood up and took off my sweater, because it was quite warm. Dressed in a white shirt and jeans I moved to wake Namjoon up, who was passed out on the bed already when Jungkook asked for my name. “Munhee.” The smile was brighter this time before he bowed politely and left the room. My actual task, a tall Korean guy who fell asleep on the bed, didn’t seem to wake up if I just called him. How could he be that fast asleep? My whole mind just wanted to shut down, it was already two in the morning and I needed Namjoon to change in shorts. So, I inhaled deeply and patted his shoulder.

“Namjoon-ssi, you have to wake up.” Again I touched his shoulder and a weird feeling rushed through my body. Like I was too close and invading his personal space. A muffled sound left his body and I sighed. “Kim Namjoon!” My voice became louder and annoyed, but he woke up. Or at least he pretended.

“Wha-” His voice was absolute croaky and I felt a bit sorry for him. They had always long days and after concerts they should rest as much as possible. He finally moved on his back, his dark eyes burning into mine and I answered with a flat voice.

“You need to change into shorts, I have to take care of your muscle and then you can sleep.” He closed his eyes, like his head needed to process this information. Then Namjoon nodded and sat up. “Could you give me some shorts, right on top of my suitcase.” I was a bit flashed, because they are quite shy around other people, but I wanted to rest as soon as possible so I did as he said and turned around. I had seen them change countless times before, but it didn’t feel right if we were alone in the same room.

When I turned around to him again I noticed that Namjoon also took off his Hoodie. His arms were quite muscular and the smooth skin had the rich color of honey. With a shake of my head I focused on the task ahead, just to realise, the Rapper fell asleep again.

“Really?” The full lips were slightly open and let snores escaped, which actually made me grin when I grabbed his leg and placed it against my hip. Then I started massaging and stretching it, as he was already asleep the muscles could already relax quite some time. But some of the albumen had to escape the muscles. Otherwise, he would have been in even more pain the next day. The skin was very smooth and his muscles were strong, he was really handsome. The thought crossed me and made my cheeks burn. A heavier snore came out of his mouth and I couldn’t help myself but laugh, even needed to cover my mouth.

After a while I stopped massaging his leg and had a look on my watch, it was half-past four in the morning and I felt like collapsing every minute. And there was no room for me in the hotel because I thought I would go to my house after the concert. My eyes were sore and my legs tired from the day, so I decided I would just move to the armchair and sleep there. With heavy bones, I moved over and as soon as I closed my eyes I passed out.

Sleep displayed another issue in my life. Chronic insomnia appeared at sometime when I was seventeen, therefore my sleep quality fluctuated somewhere around ‘it could be worse’. Me travelling with the band for concerts didn’t help in any way. The quality of my sleep wasn’t really good during the past months, little sounds woke me up and thoughts didn’t stop rushing through my mind. So, it happened quite often that I would pass out for one night completely and the next weeks I would sleep just a few hours per night. Amara asked me one time if I was alright and I told her not to worry. Since the past tour I knew it would work out, but her eyes were always watching me during these months and we developed a system. Doing my makeup took me quite long in the morning, so she organised tea for herself and coffee for me before we left the hotel. When I passed out nothing could wake me up. My body just took the sleep as needed and nothing could change that. And when I woke up after the Seoul concert, three faces were staring at me. Actually I had no clue where I was, until I remembered what happened the night before. My makeup must have been ruined, and as it was the last day of the tour I had to organise and check up on stuff. Quickly I sat up and looked for my phone, when Namjoon started speaking.

“Don’t worry, your assistant was here earlier and we told her that you are still asleep. So, she took care of checking out and some other tasks.” He smiled politely and Jungkook came over and gave me my phone.

“Oh my god… it is already eleven? Why didn’t you wake me up?” My voice was quite and filled with horror about what tasks already needed to be done. The young man who gave me the phone looked guiltily at me.

“The girl told us you need to rest…” His voice carried an audible pout. The third member in the room was Yoongi who watched us silently. I closed my eyes and mumbled

“This girl…” My hands were already dialling Amara’s number and she answered after the first ring.

“Good morning Lee Munhee.” The silvery voice of my assistant found my ear and I started questioning her about the tasks which were scheduled for the morning.

“So, you checked us out of the hotel? Did you check if all the equipment is in the trucks? And where are you? I need to…” Her tone became soft and matter-of-fact when she interrupted me.

“Yes, yes and no. What you need is to go home, have a shower and after lunch we will meet at the arena so you can have a final check.” My eyebrows raised and I stuttered.

“But … I … Amara that … I am older than you! You can’t treat me like that! I’m your senior!” We had a pretty relaxed relationship, so I knew she wouldn’t take it seriously. Namjoon on the other side of the room furrowed his eyebrows, because I was speaking English with Amara. He was the only one who knew what I just said. On the other end of my phone I heard a laugh.

“I am British, and I know you don’t really give a shit on ages. So, do as I say and send me a list of the things that need to be done. See you later.” She hung up and I stared at my phone.

“She just ended the call…” The horror on my face must have been obvious because Jungkook was trying to hide his grin, Namjoon bit his lip but I could see his dimples and Yoongi, who was actually my age, had a smirk on his lips. The first who bursted into laughter was Jungkook, Yoongi continued grinning while Namjoon also bursted into laughter. Like I said, I was a workaholic. Relaxing was possible for me, but only if I really had days off. And was in another place. With reddening cheeks I looked at the three members and commanded “Shush! That’s not the right way to treat someone who’s older than you!” The youngest and Joon stoped laughing but Yoongi still smirked and spoke up the first time.

“Don’t play that game, your birthday is in May, right?” A devoted sigh left my mouth and the older one chuckled. Two months older than me. Great.

“Alright, I will grab a coffee and then drop you off.” I remembered that I still needed to tell Namjoon about how to rest his leg. Standing up caused my bones to crack and I stretched a little before I grabbed my hoodie and headed out of the room towards the elevator.

With a cup of coffee and the three idols following me, we entered the car park under the hotel. The guys were chatting and I just focused on feeling the caffeine reaching my system. I hummed a song which came to my mind while I looked for my car. A anthracite coloured Volvo which had darkened windows, and thankfully enough room for the members to fit in. When that thought crossed my mind, I stopped walking.

“Wait a minute, how did you think you would come home? There is no way you knew that I have a car with enough room for you.” The exchanged looks and then shrugged before Namjoon answered.

“We could have called one of the drivers.” Sure, I forgot about that because I normally make everything on time.

“Unbelievable…” I unlocked the car and Namjoon grabbed the door of the passenger side shouting

“First!” While the others sighed disappointed. Shaking my head with a smirk, I took the driver’s seat and started the car.

“Who’s the first to be dropped off?” Yoongi raised his hand and told me the address. They were silent during the drive. Just the sound of the radio in the air. Before the first left the car he waved and calmly said

“See you at the dorm later.” Then he left and Jungkook told me the address of a flat where his family stayed every now and then.

“The others bought flats on their own, if they want to escape the dorm. But I just like to stay with my hyungs. Mostly everyone is at the dorm, it is so nice to live together. We have so much fun…” It was like I had a child on the backseat. An adorable cute child. When I looked over to Namjoon, he also grinned and but kept his gaze on the road. “Will see you at the dorm Hyung! Munhee you should visit us at the dance practice.” He winked and I looked confused at the man in the passenger seat. The wink was cute, but he was like five years younger than me and I just couldn’t take it seriously. The rapper next to me was chuckling and after a few minutes we tried to catch our breaths.

“Did he really … ?” Still I couldn’t realise the young babyJungkook winked at me. The deep voice next to me gave me proof of the situation.

“He did.” With a chuckle I looked at him, still standing in the parking lot.

“So, how are you feeling today? Does your leg feel stiff?” I had to clear my throat, after concerts I usually was a bit hoarse from calling for staffs and talking a lot.

“Well, it feels a little bit stiff but it only hurts if I move very hard.” I started the car again and asked him for his address, but my flat was much closer.

“Would you mind if we go to my home first? It’s closer and then I can also drop you off at your flat or dorm. As you like.” His hand wandered through his pink dyed hair and he answered with croaky voice.

“Sure we can do it that way, if it doesn’t bother your that I am there.” While I took a side street my gaze met his dark eyes, which seemed to be almost black. Before I spoke, I cleared my throat.

“Im fine with it. And because I have quite a lot of time till noon, we will have a look at you muscles again.” When I parked in front of my house, the rapper looked a little bit shocked.

”You have a house?” The house was very nice. Inherited from my mum for my future family, before I became a woman who just lived for her job.

“Yes.” That was everything I said before I escaped the car, told him to follow me, and made my way to the entrance. The wooden door was a familiar relief and the scent when I opened it made me close my eyes. Tulips and freesias, these were my mothers favourite flowers. “Make yourself comfortable. The living room is down the hallway and then on your right. You can keep on your shoes if you like.” On the dresser next to the entrance I dropped my keys and lead the younger man into the living room. There wasn’t much decoration, only a few pictures of my mum and a vase with her favourite flowers.

“It’s really beautiful.” The compliment made me smile and I offered him a seat on the anthracite coloured sofa, where I put some turquoise cushions. “Thank you very much. Would you like something to drink?” He made a little bow and shook his head, but either way I stood up and got some water for him in the kitchen. “Thank you.” Namjoon blushed a bit and I kneeled in front of him. “Alright roll up your joggers and press your foot against my shoulder.” His dark eyebrows rose and he asked with worry in his voice, if I was sure. “I am no cotton candy. Even when you fell asleep I could handle you.” With a wink, like Jungkook did before, I gestured him to do as I said. When he pushed his foot against my shoulder I had a good view on his muscles working as I moved his leg.

“How did you become a manager? You said that you were physiotherapist before.” I moved forward, so he pulled in his leg and his muscles tightened.

“Well, the job wasn’t really well paid and because there happened a lot of stuff, I took evening classes in management and looked for a new better payed job. Big Hit took a lot of trainees during this time and because I had already a useful profession they choose me. Now I know that they normally only employ a few new workers per year, so I was really lucky. And I would say I am doing a good job.” A smile was on my face. My job was everything for me, the concerts I organised were bringing so much joy and fun for visitors. My eyebrows furrowed when I realised his muscles were not really flexible. “You’re training a lot?” The younger nodded and I let go of his leg, before I sat down on the floor. “Take it easier. I know you struggle with the dance quality of the others, and it is good that you want to catch up and improve. But your body statue is not really made for a dancer, like Jimin.” His facial expression darkened and his jaw clenched when he responded.

“I know I am clumsy and stuff but if I train well enough I can do at least so well that they don’t have to look out for me.” I knew it was a sensitive issue but he needed to understand.

“Namjoon I totally get what you think, but such cramps can happen more often if you stress yourself out, practice too hard and overstretch. It can even become so much worse that you get injured and are not able to dance at all. You need to take it slower.” With a sigh I stood up and ran my hand through my black haired bob which reached only my chin. “Alright, I will go upstairs and take a shower. Make yourself comfortable and do as you like.”

I turned around and left the man with his thoughts. As I climbed the stairs and grabbed fresh clothes my mind replayed the conversation, but I told him the fact quite sensitive and objectively. After my quite cold shower I felt much fresher and awake. Singing I walked through the upper floor and put on black tights, a black skirt, my rose coloured blouse and my dark green high heels. Then I took care of my hair, curled a few strains and fixed it before I did my makeup. With a final look in the mirror and a song on my lips I went downstairs.

“Namjoon?” When I came into the living room he was looking through a photo album, the last one I was able to made for my mum. I was stuck in the door and stared at the album. There was nothing secret inside but it was one of the most personal things in my house. The called looked up with an apologetic smile and closed the book before he put it down on the table.

“I am really sorry, but I was curious. And when I saw your bookshelf I couldn’t help myself…” A cough came out of my throat and my good mood was blown away. Still, it was not really his fault.

“It’s alright. There is no secret inside. Where do I need to drop you off?” My voice was much colder and monotonous than I wanted it to be. Again I cleared my throat and turned to get the keys, when Nam-Joon moved in the direction of the hallway. As soon as I looked up his gaze was fixed on the floor and his lower lip was drawn between his teeth.

“Munhee I am really sorry…” With a deep breath I interrupted him.

“I told you it is alright. So, just drop it.” A smile was managed to appear on my lips as I opened the door for him, to go through. The fresh air loosened the tension in my body and I asked him again where to drop him off.

“My apartment is just a few streets from here. I could actually walk there.” I couldn’t resist to roll my eyes and went to my car.

“Get in I will drive you home. No excuses, I am older than you. So, you cannot contradict.” The smug smile on my lips made him smirk and he followed me.

“I quite get the feeling you only use the age card, if you want something.” While I buckled the seatbelt on and started the car my light and good spirit came back.

“To be honest, I don’t really care about the age thing. Only if people are older than me and I know they care about it a lot. My upbringing was not that formal and traditional.” Namjoon told me to change the road and seemed to be studying me with his eyes.

“The others and me are also not really formal with each other.” My response came with a smirk.

“You forget that I work already two years with you guys. I may not work with you directly, but I know close to everything that happens. By the way you caused me to work a lot on safety when I started.” His cheeks flushed and he sighed.

“It is not my fault that my environment doesn’t cooperate with me.” A warm and true laugh escaped my mouth and Namjoon joined me in that, when we arrived at his apartment.

“Alright Mr. Kim, here you go.” When I looked out of the window I saw a figure sitting by his door.

“Ah, Jimin is there. Alright I have to go, its cold and he needs to get in. Take care, and visit us at dance practice.” He bowed politely and left my car.

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