I feel like I've done everything they wanted this week. Every day was another day learning choreography and showing everyone how quickly I'd learned. Then they'd send me back to the hotel... that was definitely the best part.
Today I helped gather all the music that wasn't being used and pack it into boxes so it could be shipped to the new building, which was almost ready to open. It would be used for other things that needed more space; the company was growing rapidly and was more stable now.
My hotel was very close to those beautiful letters spelling out the city's name, and I wanted a photograph there no matter what. I went to reception and politely asked if I could go outside to take pictures there and buy some clothes. Since my arrival, I'd been using the hotel's laundry service as instructed, but I really needed something warmer than what I had.
Once outside, I followed the route I'd been given until I arrived, and checked the shops I could visit along the way before heading back. I mounted my phone on a stabilizer—nothing fancy, but more than enough for me to take nice photos. I used the timer to take some pictures while posing, and once I'd made sure I had enough, I packed everything up and bought underwear and some warm clothes, but nothing flashy, since I wasn't going anywhere and wanted to avoid any unnecessary hassles.
As soon as I arrived at the hotel, I noticed more people in the area than before, and I was surprised when the man at the entrance asked if I wasn't alone. Surprised, I turned around and saw a pretty girl standing behind me, following me.
I was escorted inside and went to the reception desk to have my new clothes washed before I could wear them. Worried, I asked the person who helped me if this had happened before, but usually, famous artists' schedules are so hectic that those who want to see them try to get into the hotel this way. Someone said something to the woman that made her pale and rush out, leaving my clothes there. The man turned to me and spoke, but I couldn't understand what he wanted.
I was trapped in my seat and getting nervous because of it. I told him I couldn't understand what he wanted from me, and I took out my phone to call my manager, but he grabbed it. I screamed for help and tried to get my phone back.
Everyone stopped to watch but no one did anything about it. Someone was about to get out of the elevator, but even though I heard the sound that warns that the doors will open at any moment, I was focused on recovering my property first.
I was roughly pushed to the ground, but over my dead body I would let that person leave with my phone, since it was practically the only way the company or my manager could contact me.
I kicked the back of his knees so he fell silent in pain and my phone slid across the floor, stopping almost at the elevator doors. The door was open now and a boy dressed in white was standing in the middle, preventing anyone else from getting out.
I got up to pick up my phone but the man grabbed my hair. I screamed for help again but he was trying to keep me on the ground so I punched him in the chin. It hurt a lot to hit that guy, but the way he was holding me hurt too.
He was going to hit me, I saw his free hand turn into a fist but fortunately we were separated and he told what was happening pointing at my cell phone. I did not resist the two men on either side of me. I took off my face mask so that everyone could see who I was attacking.
The people in the elevator finally got out, and the young man who had been blocking the door took my phone and stopped to talk to the man. I saw more hotel employees in uniform, including who I assumed was the manager. My scalp was itchy, and my hand was burning from the punch I'd managed to throw. I tried my best to stay still, but the situation frayed my nerves, and unwanted tears fell. It was difficult for me to remain impassive in this situation.
I finally looked up at the man in front of me, speaking calmly even though the other man wanted me out of there. He was restrained in place as he spoke, gesturing with his hands in my direction. I recognized the person in white who had been holding my phone; he was asking the blushing receptionist what had happened before she was ordered to find the director, manager, or whoever was in charge of the hotel.
I was skeptical about the outcome of all this, but I wasn't going to back down since I didn't know what they wanted from me or my phone. Yoongi approached and asked the people next to me to give me more space. He returned my phone and politely asked me to unlock it. I simply looked at the screen; the 360 cover had done its job, protecting the device from the hard fall. It unlocked permanently as soon as I activated it. From the moment I entered my biometric data to unlock it, my face was enough to make it ready to use.
He asked me to give it to him again. I have nothing to hide, and I doubt he would do anything wrong. I simply nodded, and he began looking through my gallery. The only photos taken since I arrived are of me from a little while ago and some of the places I visited in the hotel, like my room, the gym, and the pool.
He showed the man that he had to close his mouth and asked to look at my social media. Suga made a sound with his mouth but didn't say anything, he simply asked for permission to take a look. I noticed that I wasn't the only one irritated by the situation but I was able to handle it and not stare any longer than necessary.
Suga just looked all over my phone, but I doubt there was anything wrong with it. I don't post much, and it's usually things that don't bother anyone. He was insistent on checking it himself, but everyone was looking at him, and he finally decided... at least to behave.
Suddenly I felt exhausted and my legs gave way, leaving me sitting in the middle of the lobby trying to process what was happening, massaging my injured hand, and praying that this situation would end. My manager came rushing in when the hotel staff called, saw me there, and came over to see if I was alright.
Afterwards, I barely managed to tell them my side of the story, and he was very disappointed with my behavior, firstly because I was here by company decision, I hadn't said a word of complaint about the long working hours without sufficient rest and all the extraordinary measures I take, including shopping at the stores they tell me to and staying in my room alone during the little free time they've given me this week.
I found my voice to tell him not to make a bigger fuss about it, since it was all over. The man tried to defend himself and say how his distrust was the result of his usual guesswork; he had discovered that new employees were the most suspected of leaking information about the group and its locations, but nobody seemed to believe him.
They helped me to my room, but my manager went back to sort everything out and I took the opportunity to have a nice hot shower.
I didn't realize it wasn't my manager I'd invited into my room while I was rummaging through my suitcase for something comfortable to wear. I turned around when the person coughed to get my attention; he seemed a little embarrassed to see me in a bathrobe, my underwear showing because I hadn't tied it properly to cover my figure.
He had changed his clothes, was wearing makeup, and had something in his ears. Probably because they were filming here at the hotel. He wanted to touch his hair but tried not to since he was ready to work, and he turned away so he wouldn't see my lingerie, which wasn't suggestive anyway.
I straightened my bathrobe and invited him further into the room. He said something in a tone I could barely hear. He was holding my phone and said he was sorry he had to look at my accounts. I used my left hand to reach for his elbow (I didn't know where else to put my hands) and he turned slightly to look at my face.
He wasn't aware of how incredible he looked all made up; his hair had more texture now, and his skin was flawless, slightly luminous because that style of makeup is popular here. He waved his hand in front of me, so I realized I was mesmerized by him, and he abandoned his poker face to give me his trademark smug little smile, which made my heart flutter even more about this situation.
He handed me my cell phone, which I received with both hands trying not to look at his face because it was driving me crazy.
He politely said goodbye and headed down the hall. Not satisfied, I wanted to steal another glance at the exquisite man who left my room. He turned towards the elevator with one hand in his pocket, suddenly looked at me, and I was (obviously) caught in the act of examining him from head to toe.
She placed one of her fingers on her lip and gave me another smile that killed the remaining neurons still working in my head.
How was that possible? In my head, I replayed the whole scene. I must be dreaming, and everything about him had to be my imagination. He probably felt very uncomfortable being watched and noticing that I wasn't exactly dressed appropriately to invite anyone into my room. I tried not to think about what he must have imagined about telling him to come in without even asking who I was... but I can't help it. Being a professional and having a squad of dancers ready to perform together while the workers ensure everything is ready to go on stage, I grew up with no sense of shame or modesty about being almost naked in front of anyone.
Yoongi made me worry about my appearance, unnecessarily since I was the only one thinking about it... tonight will be a long night.