I felt something poke my cheek, waking me up. It felt like paper, so I knew someone was shoving a sheet of paper under my head. Whining, I lifted my head, rubbing the scar on my cheek. 

                           "Sorry! I wanted to leave this here," a girl gave me a shy smile, and I rubbed my eyes before giving her a tired smile. "At least you didn't wake up this grandpa," I gently brushed Yoongi's bangs away from his eyes, giving the man a gentle smile as he 'unconsciously' grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers, still asleep. 

                            "You two both look exhausted. Have you been working hard?" The girl knelt in front of me.

                             "We've been working on our album, not getting much sleep," I felt my eyes droop again. 

                             "Can't wait to listen to it," she whispered. "You should get some rest."

                             Nodding, I cuddled next to Yoongi again, forgetting about the stapled stack of papers in my spot. I heard the ruffle of the papers and knew that Jimin had grabbed them. Then I felt a arm around me and felt a breath in my ear. 

                               "I wish I could announce to everyone that I love you," it was Yoongi. When had he woken up?

                              "Do you think people know that you're mine now? After that kiss?" He kissed my cheek, but his tone was slurred, probably from how tired he is.

                               "Get back to sleep," I whined quietly, turning my head to look at him.

                             "Aniyo," he husked, but his eyes were glossy and there were obvious bags under his eyes. Yoongi grabbed the back of my head, bringing us closer. He then tiredly connected our lips, moving his hand from mine to caress my cheek. When he broke the kiss, he yawned and gazed at me, tracing my lip with his thumb. "Because I love you."

                                 "You can be very cheesy," I close my eyes, wanting to smile, but was already falling asleep. 

                                 I felt myself be lifted, then set down on a lap. 

                                  "I can't wait to be back at the hotel and able to sleep on a bed," I heard Yoongi, who was murmuring in my shoulder. Nuzzling my head into Yoongi's neck, I calmed my breathing, breathing in his cologne every time I breathed in.

                                 "I just want sleep," I let out a soft whine.

                                   Yoongi didn't say anything, which made it easy to hear the gasp from Jimin. 

                                  "Jin-hyung!" I heard his harsh whisper, then him getting out of his chair as it slid loudly across the ground. Yoongi and I both lifted our heads and looked towards the group of guys all trying to get a look at the stack of papers.

                                  "Aish. You guys are annoying," Suga grumbled.

                                   "Who gave you this paper?" Jimin pushed his chair out of the way and knelt next to me. 

                                  "A girl. She never told me her name," I yawned, rubbing my eyes like a child. 

                                  "What's wrong with it? Other than the fact it's crumpled from (Y/n) laying on it," Yoongi reached out to grab the papers, but Jimin held them back. 

                                  "You don't want to read it..." Jimin turned bright red. 

                                  "The girl gave it to me," I said selfishly, reaching out for the papers, almost falling off of Yoongi's lap. One of his hands quickly moved from my back to my side to hold me steady.

                                   "I still don't understand that part. Why would she give this kind of thing to you?" Jimin put the papers behind his back, only to have them snatched by Miihe. 

                                   She skimmed through before slowing down on the second page, turning a red hue.

                                   "Miihe.." I gave her a pout. "I want to read."

                                   "You really don't," her and Jimin both blushed. 

                                   "Give us the papers. Hyung and Noona's orders," Yoongi removed his hand from my side, replacing it with his other hand, wrapping it around me, and reached out to grab the papers. 

                                    "Don't say we didn't warn you," Miihe gave me an awkward smile and gave Yoongi the papers. I sat up and watched him read through, his face turning a bright red, then into a scowl. 

                                     "Can I read it now?" I gave him a pout. 

                                    He reluctantly gave me the papers. The first page wasn't bad except for the end, the second page was terrible! I turned bright red at the words, then kept reading. My shy smile dropped. It got dark instantly. Then I reread it, frowning. "Whoever wrote this likes Yoongi, and hates me."

                                    "And has fantasies," J-hope barged in on our conversation. 

                                     Someone grabbed the papers from me. It was Taehyung. 

                                    "Uwa..." Tae's hands froze, then he dropped the stack of papers, looking at us in shock.

                                    We all turned pale when we remembered the fans. 

                                    "Taehyung~ What's wrong?" A fan called out. 

                                    I scanned the crowd for the one girl, but she was gone. 

                                    Yoongi grabbed his mic, then looked me in the corner of his eyes before he looked at the crowd. "This girl.. she left us something dirty... and rude."

                                    I leaned into Yoongi and he wrapped his arms around me with a chuckle, getting some 'awe's from fans, and also some questioning looks.

                                     "Are you two dating?! I won't believe a no!" A fan shouted, giving us a smile.

                                     "You'll only believe a yes?" Yoongi pursed his lips.

                                     "Of course! First you call her, next you kiss her, then you fall sleep with her and kiss her again. And now you're cuddling!" The fan was squeezing her cheeks together.

                                      "Aish... fine.. we're dating," Yoongi gave in, then let out a soft chuckle. "Was it obvious?"

                                      The crowd beamed and shouted 'yes's at us. Jimin and Taehyung both face-palmed. 

                                     "So about those papers, what was rude about it?" A male fan was tilting his head. He looked so familiar now that I think about it... so did the girl.

                                      "They were threatening (Y/n), whoever wrote it," Yoongi frowned again. "Which I'm not okay with. Just because someone you like is in a relationship doesn't mean you can threaten their boyfriend, girlfriend, or spouse."

                                      "Ian?!" J-hope practically popped out of his seat. "Where's that one girl? Your girlfriend?" 

                                     "Zoe went to the restroom," he gave a lopsided smile.

                                     Something clicked in my brain and I leaned towards Yoongi's ear. "Can I talk to you in private?"

                                      "What's wrong?" he sat up, helping me get off his lap, before getting up himself. 

                                     "I think the girl who gave me that story was Zoe!" I whispered urgently. 

                                    He grabbed my hand and led us to the hall then backstage where no one can can hear us.

                                   "Don't worry," was all he said, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. Yoongi pushed his glasses back up on his nose. 

                                   "Of course I'll worry. I don't care that she threatened me, but you're also involved in this," I scolded him. "What if- oof- mmf!"

                                    Yoongi had glared at me before slamming me on the wall and harshly kissing me. His right hand cupped the back of my neck, his left hand placed on the wall beside my head. His grip on the back of my neck tightened slightly and pulled me closer to him. Then, of course, someone gasped.

                                    "Did you forget about our meeting? Or did you remember, but decided to run off with this slut instead?" It was Ju-Iun, of course, and behind her was Zoe. 

                                     "Leave us alone," he scoffed, turning back towards me. 

                                     "I'm hurt. I thought we had something between us..." Ju-Iun sounded extremely hurt, she even started sniffling, indicating that she was starting to cry.

                                     "How were you ever able to get a girlfriend?" Zoe rolled her eyes, glaring at us. 

                                     "Because (Y/n)-" Yoongi started, but my mind started getting fuzzy. Pressing the back of my hand against my forehead. It was scorching hot. My eyes felt droopy and my knees buckled. 

                                     "(Y/n)?!" He caught me as I fell forward. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. 

                                       "Aw~ It looks like your precious flower is sick. Probably from the lack of proper rest," Zoe cooed, but her eyes were turning cloudy, showing that she was covering something up.

                                     Closing my eyes, feeling exhausted again, I felt Yoongi pick me up. 

                                     "Jin-Hyung! Jimin!"

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                       -Zoe's POV-

                       I snuck in the fan greeting room when the red haired chick and (Y/n) left. There were bottles of water in each of their spots, even in (Y/n)'s and her friend's. Grabbing (Y/n)'s water bottle, I fished out a small bottle filled with clear liquid out of my pocket. It was almost empty, for I had used it to get sick days, but I only needed a little to get her sick. I may be mean, but it'd break my heart to kill (Y/n)... not because I like her, but because Suga-oppa likes her and I don't want him sad.

                        Opening the lids to both bottles, I put a dash of the liquid in her drink and closing the lids and shaking up her water to get it all mixed. When I took a good look at the bottle, it had a heart on the cap. When I heard screaming, I dashed out of the room, then instantly mixed up with the crowd of fans following the boys.

                      *A few minutes later* 

                       I watched as (Y/n) opened her drink, laughing with Suga when she noticed it wasn't as tightly sealed as the others. She took a swig, making me smirk, and she said something to Suga, frowning. My smirk instantly dropped when Suga grabbed her water and took a drink himself. My plan didn't really backfire, but I had also poisoned my favorite rapper. 

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Dictionary:

-hyung - Indirect of Hyung

-oppa - Indirect of Oppa

Aish - Used when annoyed or mad

Aniyo - No (formal)

Hyung - What a younger male calls an older male

Noona - What a younger male calls an older female

Uwa - Wow