Jin wouldn't leave my side all morning. We were up pretty late last night, but we still had to get up early. He was so loopy when he woke up, it was a little ego boost knowing I had that kind of effect on him. For once I wasn't sore afterwards.

It was fun being dominant for a change, and now he's the one that can't walk.

"Princess, do you have to go?" he asks, burying his face in my shoulder as I'm trying to put my shoes on.

"Of course, aren't you coming with me?" I ask with a raised brow. The first item on my schedule is an interview, so I naturally assumed that we are going as a group.

"Princess, I don't have to leave for another couple hours. My schedule starts later today," he says with a confused expression. "With the group practice and all. What do you have to be there early for?"

After I explain to him the reason for my asking, his brows furrow in both suspicion and concern.

"I don't get why they'd have you do an interview by yourself, you might want to check the other's schedules to see if anyone is going with you. It might be you and Namjoon for all we know, you are true soulmates after all."

"You've got a point, I'll go check right now," I reply, leaning over to give him a light peck on the lips as I slide on my last shoe. I'm just wearing casual clothes at the moment, a gray hoodie and blue jeans along with some gray tennis shoes.

Jin flops back down on the bed, burying his face into my pillow. "I'm going back to sleep," he says, his words a bit muffled. I let out a small laugh as I grabbed my purse from my dresser, making sure not to make too much noise on my way out.

The house is strangely quiet this morning. Normally at least one of the other boys would be up and about already, but it seems as if everyone is still asleep. I make my way downstairs, the silence giving me a slightly eerie feeling in my chest.

I head towards the hallway just beside the front door, where we have all of our schedules hung up for reference. A small frown dons my face as I read over what everyone has for today, finding that no one else will be joining me for the interview.

"Well shit," I say to nobody in particular. "Why the hell do they want to do a solo interview with me..?" I can't help but let out a yawn as I turn towards the front door to leave.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoes through the house, the sound of metal clanging to the ground ringing and cutting through the eerie silence.

I yelp in surprise from the sudden noise, feeling my heart racing a mile a minute as I rest my hand on my chest. What the hell was that?

I thought everyone was asleep.. I think to myself, quietly reaching for the closest thing I could get a hold of: a baseball bat. Jungkook had found it in their storage and thought it would be good to have for self defense, in case another incident happens again.

Careful not to make a sound, I slowly take steps towards the kitchen with the bat in hand. I hear the scraping of metal on the floor, so someone must have picked up whatever just fell.

My heart is pounding in my chest, thumping so loud that it could probably be heard a mile away.

Another step forward.

And another.

And another.

I keep going until I'm right beside the stairs, the kitchen just around the corner. I raise the bat, taking a deep breath to hopefully calm my racing heart. After a moment of hesitation I turn the corner, and swing as hard as I can with straight fear coursing through my veins.

I barely manage to stop myself to keep the bat from colliding with Jimin's skull.

"AHHH!!! Tajang, it's me! It's me!" Jimin cries, holding his arms up to protect his face. I nearly drop the bat from the shock, my breathing becoming slightly labored as my pounding heart echoes through my body.

"Don't fucking scare me like that!" I respond, setting the bat on the counter. My hands tremble violently as I let go, so I quickly wrap my arms around myself to hide it. "I thought someone broke in again!"

Jimin's eyes widen as he places a large metal bowl beside the bat. That must have been what fell, I think to myself as the mochi gently pulls me into his arms.

"I'm sorry Tajang, I forgot you were getting up early today," he says in a soft tone. "I didn't mean to frighten you.."

I bury my face into his chest, not moving my arms from around myself. I didn't even notice how shaky my breathing had become, so I shut my eyes tight to hopefully calm myself down a little. Jimin gently runs his hand through my hair, whispering soothing words into my ear.

"Shh... it's okay, you're okay," he says, repeating those words over and over again. I can feel my heartbeat start to slow and my breathing become more stable, eventually I move my arms so I can hug him in return.

It had been months since my last panic attack, and I'm thankful that it wasn't triggered by my fear. I'd like to think I've gotten better, but after everything that happened I'm not sure where my head is at anymore.

"Were you about to leave for an interview?" Jimin asks as I slowly pull away from him, my nerves now calmed to a manageable level.

"Y-yeah, I was just looking at everyone's schedules to see if anyone was going with me. But I'm on my own for this one," I respond, earning a confused look from the mochi.

"You mean they're making you do it by yourself?" His confusion turns to worry as I nod, and he takes my hands in both of his own.

"Well, I don't have anything until the group practice, so I'm coming with you. I don't feel comfortable with you having to go through this alone, and last time we were interviewed it didn't go so well."

It seems like everyone nowadays only wants to discuss the events that happened, so I've been absent from most group interviews. The last one I even remember was months ago, when I could hardly understand Korean at all.

Despite everything that has happened, there are still so many who don't accept me as a member of Bangtan. I don't exactly blame them, not everyone grows accustomed to changes like this.

But I'll admit that their words still sting a bit.

"I can handle it, oppa," I reply with a slight smile. "You should relax before practice."

"You know I can't do that, Taylor," he says with a shake of his head. "I wouldn't be able to relax at all, I know how ruthless those interviewers can be. I won't participate in the event itself, but it would make me feel better to be there in case something does happen."

"Please... let me be here for you."

I guess there's no denying him, is there? I let out a light sigh before nodding, freeing one of my hands to run my fingers through my hair. "Okay then. I'll have to text Jiho-nim and let her know that you're coming."

The mochi's eyes light up, and he claps his hands together with a smile on his face. "Alright! I'll go get my keys and shoes. I'll meet you in the car!"

Jimin pecks my cheek before bounding out of the kitchen. I can't help but smile at how cute he is, despite scaring the shit out of me just a few minutes before.

I roll my shoulders and mentally prepare myself for this interview, heading out the door with my head held high.

Lowkey wanted to try a little horror scene, then realized it's not my strong suit. Maybe I should watch a horror movie sometime to get a feel for it.

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