╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 ━━ ❝Someone--𝘈𝘤𝘬--help me--𝘈𝘤𝘬--get this--𝘈𝘤𝘬--bitch off me!❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you lose your hoodie at a BTS fan meeting.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
➢ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜-𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲
➢ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲-𝐃𝐫𝐚...
As you ran, your lungs began to burn with the effort of your escape. The shouts of the security guard echoed behind you, growing fainter yet still filled with determination and a persistent threat that spurred you on. ❝Someone stop her!❞
Despite the panic that coursed through you, a part of you couldn't help but relish in the distance you had put between yourself and the pursuing guard.
Against better judgment, you couldn't help but throw a victorious smile over your shoulder, only to be met with a silent, empty hallway. For a second, you grew confident that you might just make it out of all of this unscathed.
Your confidence only grew the moment you spotted a sign ahead pointing towards the rear exit of the building. Freedom was just around the corner, literally. You quickened your pace, the taste of victory on your tongue.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans. As you rounded the last corner, your world suddenly collided with an unexpected obstacle. The impact was immediate and unforgiving; you found yourself tumbling to the ground, face-first. ❝Shit,❞ you hissed through gritted teeth, the pain sharp in your nose.
❝Ooh, that looked like it hurt. Are you okay?❞ A deep voice asked, cutting through the haze of your pain as you struggled to push yourself up onto your knees.
Looking up, your gaze met that of a blue-haired male, his face partially obscured by a black facemask, his hair sticking out from beneath a beanie. He extended his hand for you to grab.
❝Yeah, I'm good. Thanks,❞ you managed, accepting his help with a small bow; the gesture was automatic, a sign of gratitude even as your mind raced with the need to escape. ❝Sorry about running into you, by the way.❞
❝It's alright, no harm done,❞ he assured you, his voice soothing in its steadiness.
But before you could fully express your thanks, the distant shout of a guard broke the brief respite. ❝I think she went this way. Check this hall.❞ The warning was clear; your time was running out.
Forcing a smile, you turned back to the blue-haired stranger, the urgency of your situation clear. ❝I'm sorry once again, and thanks for helping me up, but I gotta go. Important adult things to do, you know?❞ Your words were rushed, a feeble attempt to mask the desperation that clung to every syllable.
As you made to leave, his hand on your shoulder stopped you. His grip was firm, yet not unkind, drawing your attention to the red jacket clutched in your arms. ❝Wait. Is that my hoodie?❞
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You only had to pretend to be someone else because you owed a favor.
So why are you now fighting tooth and nail to reclaim your most prized possession from someone who can probably buy a thousand of themㅡheck, one of which can even be made in Gucci?
You shouldn't have been so careless at the BTS fan meeting and now you're paying the price; still, you won't rest until you get your hoodie back, even if you have to fight an idol to do so.
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⌜𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥!𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜⌟
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