Right after his statement, he blew spit in my ear as I swatted him away.

"Y/N is so sorry, not sorry, for this action, though I'm proud she got to feel you up real goo-"

"We're very sorry," I cut my bitch off as I bowed to him, not meeting his eyes.

"Not."

"We didn't mean for this to happ-"

"Yes we did," my bitch cut me off as I made him bow down as well, jerking the back of his head down with my hand.

"And if you ever feel insecure, you shouldn't because you have a really nice dick. Like hot damn, fu-"

"We'll be going now," my bitch pulled me away before I could finish as we walked to the table with drinks, leaving the seven of them where they were.

"Guuuurl," my bitch looked at me with a grin. "You may be a virgin with a child, but god daaaayyyuumn do you know how to please a man real good!" He exclaimed loudly as he grabbed another glass for himself, handing me one as well. "Let's cheers!" He raised the glass as I did too.

"Alright, to what?" I raised an eyebrow as his eyes widened with shock.

"UHM GURL TO THE FACT THAT YOU JUST MADE THAT SEXY GOD OF A MAN TURNED ON WITH YOU-"

"Aaaand CHEERS!!" I cut him off as I clinked our glasses together, the drink splashing out as it dropped over both of us.

Chugging the glass down, we set it back on the tray as we high fived each other.

"You're still going strong," he raised an eyebrow at me as I smirked, flipping my hair behind my shoulder.

"Please, my tolerance when it comes to alcohol is incredible due to the years of martial arts and various other fighting training I've done," I boasted proudly as he grinned.

"YES GUURL WORK IT WORK IT TWERK IT!!" He cheered as he put his hands on his thighs and pushed his ass out.

"WE NEED MUSIC!!" I laughed as I went to do the same, getting stopped by my bitch.

"GIRL NO! EVERYONE WILL ACTUALLY SEE YOUR ASS AND I CAN NOT LET THAT HAPPEN TO MY VIRGI-"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" I stood back up to shut him up as people looked over at us. "WHAT!? WE DIDN'T CALL FOR ANY OF YOUR HOES' ATTENTION!" I said loudly to them as everyone snapped their eyes away. "Gosh," I sighed, flipping my hair back as my bitch looked down at his nails.

Holding another glass for him to take, he pushed it away.

"I'm driving," he groaned as I pouted at him.

"You don't have to if you get drunk and call your boyfriend to pick you up," I suggested with a wink as he lit up, grabbing the glass.

"YES GUUURL!" He took down three in an instant as he spun around.

Throwing my head back to laugh, I drank down a few more glasses as we continued to talk, staying in our station to guard and watch over everyone.

"Are you drunk yet?" I asked him as I turned to him with a frown, bored that there was no action.

"No," he whined. "I work with drinks so my tolerance has built up well," he informed me as I nodded.

"Well then I guess we both are screwed," I sighed.

"I know I'm getting screwed by my boyfriend tonight, but you," he stared at me. "Aren't getting screwed, but at least you still got some di-"

"Hey, our manag-"

My bitch and I snapped our mouths shut as we heard another voice come up to us.

"Uhm, yes?" I asked as I recognized him as a member from bang them so yum damn- I mean BTS, wait.

No, I don't.

They're still bang them so yum damn.

Like, seriously. Come on. I'd smash t-

"Well ou-"

"Love the coconut style you got going on!" My bitch stared in awe as I slapped my hand over his thigh to shut him up.

"Go on," I gulped as the coconut tried to keep calm.

"Our manager wants to meet with you," he said as my eyes went wide.

"Oh, shit. Bitch, he's going to put you in jail for feeling up his boy's dic-"

"A-alright," I choked out as I cut my bitch off. "Now? Or can we schedule somethin-"

"Not we," my bitch cut in. "Only you, girl because if we get hired as bodyguards, it's you, I've got my job as a bartender," he said as he stared at me.

"You're really coming through when I need you," I said as he smiled.

"I know, you love me," he grinned.

"Not too much or else your boyfriend will get jealous," I warned as he grabbed my arm.

"Yes too much to make him jealous because jealous is sexy and hot and then jealous sex is the greates-"

"So when should I get my legal team read- I mean meet him?" I turned to the guy we had forgotten was even there as he stared at the floor.

"Uhm, I don't know," he scratched the back of his head.

"Well that sure is helpful," my bitch threw his hands in the air. "How would we know when you get hired?"

"There's no way I'll get hired," I rolled my eyes at him.

"You tell us coco, does my girl have a chance to get hired as bang them so yum dam-"

"BTS," I corrected him.

"Uh, yeah. That. Your group's personal bodyguard, does Y/N have a chance?" He asked as he stared directly into his eyes.

As if that's going to happen.

I silently scoffed as I sipped another drink.

"That's actually what he wants to discuss with her," the coconut boy said as I choked for who the hell knows how many times this night.

"Y-you're kidding?" I looked up at him with frantic eyes.

"No, he said that he liked your background of experience and that our group could have a bodyguard that stays with us all the time and goes with us everywhere. He also likes the fact that you're a female that will be able to protect all seven of us so well," he informed us as my mouth hung open.

No, no, no.

This was not supposed to happen.

My bitch clapped his hands before resting them over my thigh.

"Well, it seems like you're stuck with a perverted pedophile to work for."

"I'm sorry for him saying that about your manager," I spoke to the coconut.

"Not sorry and he'll be your manager too and you'll work under him," my bitch whispered to me.

"Thank you for letting me know, and I'll make sure to let my coach know to set the details," I nodded at him as he walked away with a grin.

"Fu-"

"What? Isn't this what you want? If you guard a group like them, and especially as a personal, that'll be a huge break! Are you kidding me? You better not skip this because this will be such a move for females, their group passed the auditions and they aced the try outs so you'll be by their side and gu-"

"I've never signed to someone," I said.

"Well, you don't have to sign your sex life to the-"

"Not what I meant."

"Woah, then. This would be your first real job if you decide to take it and ya know if the manager actually wants you as their bodyguard, and not in jail for sexual harassment."

"What a supportive help you are," I sighed.

"I know," he grinned.

His words started to set in for a moment as I realized what being their personal bodyguard meant.

In an instant, my family flashed through my mind, my parents' faces coming before my eyes as I shot out of my seat.

Saint.

"I don't think I can do this. I have to go," I started to panic as my bitch stood up to stop me.

"Hey, loo- Y/N! STOP!!" He called out after me as I pushed through people to leave.

I found coach as he had my phone and keys, talking with another man that I didn't know.

"Coach, keys and phone, I've got to go," I spoke quickly as he turned to me, worried.

"Y-"

"Keys and phone," I repeated as he handed them to me, trying to get me to stay.

"At least meet this man, he i-"

"My sincerest apologies," I bowed to coach and the other man. "I really have to g-go," my voice broke as I felt the air thickening around me.

No, no.

I promised myself I wouldn't let them control my life anymore.

So why did I feel like they were still here?

Still had their hands wrapped around my neck?

Feeling my breathing quicken, I pushed the doors as I rushed out, getting into the limousine.

"Back to the studio, I'll walk home from there," I spoke to the driver as he nodded, driving down the street.

After a few minutes, I got to the studio as I stepped out, thanking the driver as he returned back to the event. Taking my heels off, I ran through the familiar alleys to get to where I lived.

"Saint, you're okay. You're okay," I told myself as I knew I was panicking for no reason.

Getting to my door, I jammed the keys in and turned the door, pushing it open as I locked it and closed it frantically.

"Saint!" I yelled for him to come to me as he ran out of my room with a bark, a bone in his mouth as I dropped to my knees and held him.

Of course you're okay.

They won't find you here.

I promise I won't let them hurt you anymore.

"Saint, I don't think I can ever do th-"

He interrupted me with a fierce bark, tossing the bone across the room as he laid his paws over my thighs, his head held high as he stared up at me. Barking loudly in my face, he kept staring at me.

"Sa-"

Hearing my phone ring, I went to decline coach's call as he called again. Going to turn off the volume, I realized he'd just come here. With a broken sigh, I picked up.

"Co-"

"Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!? Are you really letting them get to you that much? That you can't even think of moving forward with you life without them consuming you? You turn down every request for being a bodyguard because you're afraid of being in the public eye and then getting to you or Saint. Are you going to throw your life away just because of your parents' hatred!?" He kept screaming as I held Saint closer to me. "Listen to me, Y/N. I know you ran out like that because of being the boy group's personal guard. The manager was the man I was talking to when you came. He wants you for those boys and you will sign the contact with them. You've worked far too hard to miss this and you've fought for your life more than anyone I know. So get your sorry ass back here and sign that contract now."

"I ca-"

"Don't even dare with that bullshit. You can and you will unless you don't want Saint wi-"

"Fine, I'm coming."

Ending the call, I slammed my fist onto the ground as I stood, clutching my keys and my phone as I went back to the door to leave.

"Stay quiet while I'm gone," I did Saint as he went to curl himself on a chair to wait for me as he whimpered.

Without wasting another moment, I slammed the door shut, going to my garage as I got on a motorbike, the heels swinging from my hand.

"Guess we'll have to ride barefoot," I muttered, flipping my leg over as I sat, revving the engine.

Backing out of the driveway, I let myself speed through the streets as the lights of the stores contrasted against the dark sky. Speeding, I leaned forward, crossing four red lights as I turned, parking right in front of the crowded building.

Stepping off, I ran a hand through my hair in frustration as I walked to the doors, my heels clicking together in my hand. I pushed the doors open as I walked towards where coach was standing, seeing my bitch standing next to him.

As I made my way up to them, coach pointed to the door that I assumed lead me into an office.

"He's in there, wa-"

Opening the door, I walked in as I shut it, going to stand front of the desk.

"Where do I sign?"

"Don't you want to talk about it first?" He asked confusedly.

"Why'd you answer my question with another question?"

"Oh, uh- sorry," he said as he brought papers up, flipping through the pages as he pointed to where the x was on each paper.

"Pen," I held my hand out as he handed me one.

"You don't have to do this if you don-"

"Oh, I do. Don't worry," I reassured him.

This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. No, no, don't, don't.

Signing each line off with my signature, I clicked the pen as I set it back down on the desk over the papers.

"Contact my coach with final details, then I'm all yours," I gave him a nod before turning around and walking out of the office, closing the door behind me as coach stood outside.

Pressing the heels that were in my hands against his torso, I let them go as he held onto them.

"I hope you're happy."