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[Amani]

The moment me and Maya got home my mother was standing right there at the door, dressed from head to toe and ready to interrogate us.

"Why were you out so long?! I kept calling and calling and no body answered the phone!" she said before we could even close the door.

"You were? My phone didn't ring, not even once," I replied, bemused. I checked my call log to authenticate my claim and sure enough there were no missed calls in my call log.

"What about your phone Maya? I called you too," Mama said, unsatisfied with the excuse she was given.

"Oh, I left it in my room," she replied. Mama looked at us impatiently, obviously displeased.

"You should never leave your phone Maya, even if you're out with your sister or brother and they have their phones," Ummie admonished Maya firmly, who nodded her head in solemn acknowledgment.

"Why did you guys stay out for all that time? You guys were gone for three hours."

Woah! We were gone for that long? No wonder she was all dressed up. She was probably just about to search for us before we got in. We came in the nick of time, no telling what kind of drama would have unfolded if she went to find us only to see that we weren't where we said we'd be. I counted that as a small blessing.

"Sorry Mama, time just got away from us. We didn't mean to worry you," Maya said in an attempt to placate her worry over us. I felt bad for causing her any anxiousness or worry. The happiness I felt from spending time with BTS was dimmed fractionally. Ummie sighed a suffering exhalation of breath. We must really stress her out.

"Girls in the future check in with the house if you plan to be out for an extended period of time."

We promised her we would and meant our promise. We never wanted our mom to stress out or worry over us. She didn't deserve that when she already had enough to deal with from working to take care of us.

Mama left to tutor Bangtan shortly after talking to us and I went upstairs to my room. I wondered if they made it back by now, and if they got in trouble like me and Maya did. For their sake I hoped not.

I felt really good after the adventure the six of us went on. Never in a million years would I have done something like that on my own....I do not get down with Jinns and creepy places but it was worth it to be able to spend time with Jimin and Jungkook and V and especially Suga. Yeah he was being a jerk for the majority of the time but I was coming to understand that underneath that sleepy nonchalant boredom of his was a caring and deep feeling guy that peaked through sometimes.

At the end I got to talk to him which was all I'd been wishing for these four weeks so it was all good to me. All in all it was a blast.

And he had smiled at me.

I felt myself sigh at the memory, followed by a frown. I was really in deep over this guy. I've never felt this invested in anyone before. It was exciting and anxiety inducing at the same time, because I couldn't help but to wonder what if Suga doesn't feel the way I do? I'd feel incredibly silly sitting here mooning over him when he probably didn't think about me at all.

Besides he was a famous Kpop Idol and I was a nobody but an unknown blogger in the sea of bloggers on the internet. I didn't have any real chance with him and I knew it.

I pushed the negative thoughts away. I wasn't going to let insecurities sap away my joy. I maintained my good mood for the rest of the day. Even Ismael failed to annoy me which was fantastic.

The next day was an entirely different story. Remember when I said that my life was going to change even more than before? Well it started the day after me and Maya went to the haunted house with Bangtan and revealed itself through nothing less than social media (typical I know).

I went on my social media accounts and was amazed to see my follower count had increased. I had a modest following- around 1,250 followers on Twitter and 1,500 on Instagram. My Facebook had an even 1k and my blog Muslimgirlvsworld.blog had a decent 2,500 ( still a nobody though) but my jaw hit the floor when my brain took in the numbers on my Twitter account - 30k followers.

I blinked hard at the screen of my Hot Pro, my head doing slow somersaults and convinced I was tripping. Just the day before yesterday I had 1,251 followers (I gained a follower that day) and today I suddenly had 30k?!

"What in the name of the Almighty?" I muttered, scrolling down through my Twitter feed. I was so shocked and confused. Why was I suddenly gaining so many followers?

I checked my Instagram, hoping yet dreading the same thing had happened for my Instagram and Lo and Behold! My follower count had jumped to a whopping 50k.

Oh my God! I thought. My mind was racing a mile a minute. I forced my thoughts to slow down and assemble themselves.

Okay, so if my Twitter and Instagram had these many followers, then just how many followers did my blog have now? All of my social media followers were also my blog followers. With a pounding heart I logged into my Wordpress.com account and looked at my subscribers list.

"Oh my goodness..." I breathed. My blog....it had 100k.

It was all I ever dreamed of staring me right in the face. It was my ultimate goal to have one hundred thousand followers on my blog at some point. It was the goal I set for myself from the time I first set out to make my blog. Looking at these numbers incited an odd feeling within me.

My head was spinning as I tried to make sense of what was happening. I had mixed feelings about this. On one hand I was elated, and on the other I felt apprehensive. It was just so bizzare and unexpected. I was lost on possibilities as I tried to figure this whole thing out because it really was just that out there. I went back to my Twitter and clicked my notifications which were overflowing, hoping that I'd get a clue from there as to what in the world was going on. Finally I found an answer:

@Btsismylifeu

@Ms_Mani you r so lucky to know Bangtan ah I'm so jealous! -cryemoji-

I stared at the tweet for a long moment, the pieces finally clicking together in my head. Oh God no, I thought. Somehow, someway, it was now public knowledge that my family were involved with BTS. I scrolled through the rest of my notifications with sweaty palms, seeing hundreds of similar tweets.

@SugaNTaePlease

How did you meet them?! Follow plz dm BTS 4 me plz! @Ms_Mani

@ChichimMoochibae

Who is this girl?! Y she w/ my babies I H8 HER! -angry emoji- @Ms_Mani

I was taken aback by some of the hateful tweets. Most of them were people begging me to follow them and help them meet the boys, but some were downright venomous. One person even called me a terrorist and told me to go back to Isis...

@moslemsareterrorists

Go blow urself up N leave Bangtan alone. Go bk to Isis you Allah worshiping terrorist! @Ms_Mani

Despite it being only a tweet, I felt my chest constrict. I tried to not let myself be affected by all the hate the world seemed adamant to show to people of my faith but sometimes it bothered me to see just how hateful human beings can be when they don't understand something. What made me even sadder was that most people didn't even want to understand, and instead were comfortable in their ignorance and hate. That was the world though and I couldn't hope to change it alone.

Instagram was similar, half begging and half hateful. It was weird to suddenly be this much of an interest to people and I admit a little exciting too. Becoming famous was a secret dream of mine that I pushed to the back because it wasn't realistic for me... until now it appeared. Now it seemed like it just might be a possibility after all.

But really this was terrible. At any given moment I could be discovered by my family or anyone else that I knew. If my mom found out I'd be toast and...OH MY GOD there was an article with a picture of me, Maya, and the boys at the old house we went to yesterday headlined "BTS caught trespassing with two Muslim girls at Minyo Mansion."

I may have fainted, I'm not quite sure but I was sure of one thing...

My mom was going to kill us.

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"Can anyone tell me what this is?"

PD Nim tossed a magazine on the table that clearly showed the boys accompanied by their tutor Ms Emeena's daughters in front of a decaying old house, sometime in the afternoon judging by the lighting of the photo. Even worse than the photo was the headline - 'BTS caught trespassing with two Muslim girls at Minyo Mansion.'

So it hadn't been a house after all. Turns out the place was a historical mansion.

No one said anything as the CEO of Bighit and overseer of the boys careers looked from V, to Jimin, Jungkook, and lastly to Suga with ill concealed anger, his expression thunderous. Across the table Jin looked disappointed but not very surprised. He knew those three were up to something, all that phone texting was suspect to him and deep down he knew they weren't being truthful with him when he confronted them, but he was a little surprised to learn of Suga's involvement. He gave Yoongi a questioning look that he ignored.

Rapmon and Jhope on the other hand were completely shocked. The headline was worse than bad. Until now they hadn't had not one bad press about them. Rapmon rubbed the space between his eyes wearily. How could Suga and the maknaes be so stupid?

"You had one rule boys...only one. Stay out of contact with the tutor's children. Why am I seeing this when every last one of you has been made aware of the contract?" he demanded of the four. No one dared to answer.

On the far left, Kim Sejin took a little pity on the boys. It wasn't entirely their fault. He'd let the girls come to the lesson against his better judgment. The blame was also on him.

"It's not their fault PD Nim Hyung. I let them talk with Ms Emeena's daughters one lesson. I see now that was a bad idea," Sejin confessed.

"Of course it was. They are boys Sejin. Putting you in charge of this was apparently a mistake." PD Nim admonished unkindly. Sejin's face fell at PD Nim's assessment.

"Did the three of you know about this?" he asked addressing Jhope, Rampon and Jin.

"No PD Nim Hyung, I had no idea. I talked to the girls that one time they came to the lesson and I haven't seen or spoken to them since," Jhope replied earnestly.

"I didn't know anything either. I've been focused on my lessons," clarified Rapmon, also earnest. Jin was silent.

"What about you Seokjin? Did you know about this?" PD Nim asked him, fixedly looking him straight in the eye.

Jin stalled for a couple of seconds before replying.

"I suspected it because I caught Jimin texting with the eldest daughter one time, but I wasn't sure if they were doing that now or not. I definitely didn't know Suga was involved," he explained carefully, ignoring Suga's scowl.

"That's because I wasn't involved. I only..."

"Not now Suga. I do not want to hear any excuses from anyone right now." PD Nim cut him off. Suga's mouth withdrew into a tight light of annoyance. Fine, PD Nim could be like that. He didn't need to explain himself to anyone anyway.

PD Nim directed the focus back to Jin. "Indeed Seokjin, and why didn't you say anything the first time?" he demanded of him.

"I ah.....well I..." he stuttered. PD Nim gave a dismissive shake of his head. It didn't matter. He already knew what he had to do.

"Because of you all's violation of the contract and the subsequent incident with the press I have no choice but to terminate our employment with Ms Emeena."

Immediately the boys all let out shouts of dismay. No! PD Nim Hyung couldn't really mean that seriously. Ms Emeena was like a loving Eomma to all of them. Seeing her everyday was something they all looked forward to. PD Nim couldn't truly send her away, not after she'd taught them so much.

"But PD Nim Hyung, me and Hobi had nothing to do with this! Why do we have to get punished with everyone else?" Rapmon protested, extremely upset with the CEO'S decision.

"I'm innocent as well! I didn't do anything..."

"You are guilty as they are Jin for not saying anything sooner," Jhope retorted self righteously. This was so unfair. If Jin would have just been responsible and told Sejin Hyung right away they could have avoided this.

Jungkook and V were close to tears as they apologized emphatically and made every promise under the sun to get their CEO to change his mind. Jimin looked down at the table with a pouty sad expression on his face and said nothing.

Unable to take all of the pleading and self righteousness, Suga stormed out of the room, leaving everyone staring in his wake. PD Nim was over reacting. So they had a little bad press. So what? It was part of the package that came when you decided to become an Idol....it happened to everybody at some point.

Okay so yes they made the wrong choice by going to that haunted house with Amani and Maya, but how were they supposed to know it was some historical mansion? Suga still felt like firing Ms Emeena was unnecessary. It pissed him off that PD Nim would do something so drastic for what he saw as a small transgression on their part.

Before he noticed what he was doing he was hopping into his BMW and was driving off towards the neighborhood Ms Emeena and her daughters lived in.

Seeing Amani one more time couldn't hurt.

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