The Bodyguard (A Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Coming Home

"I'm going to miss this place..."I muttered, looking around my now empty apartment. Everything I needed to take with my to Korea was packing in my luggage. The rest was put in storage. Because of Joe, I was being forced to leave this place that comforted me after hard days. This apartment was being leased to another person once I was gone, so I would never be able to come back here again.

I sighed, turning off the lights of the apartment to head to the airport. 

It was 1 am and my flight was leaving at 4 a.m.

"I'll be back." I muttered. Though I knew it wasn't true. I closed the door behind me and rolling my suitcase all the way to the street.

My car destroyed at the junkyard yesterday. It was now known my criminals, so I couldn't use it, and no one else should either. So I had to take a taxi to LAX.

While I waited for the taxi to arrive, I put headphones in my ears. I hoped that listening to music would lift my now destroyed spirit. But nothing worked, not even classic hits from Destiny's Child could make me happy. All I could think about was my missed opportunities in the FBI.

I arrived at the airport to find it was bustling with activity, despite it being 2 a.m. LAX was always busy, no matter what time of day or season. In this hectic place, I was just a normal person. To the ignorant eye, it looked like I was on my way to vacation.

I suppose this was somewhat better than dodging bullets. But it was much less interesting. 

After going through the grueling process of checking my bags and going through security, I finally could relax at my terminal. To kill time until boarding, I played solitaire. Suddenly, I heard the startling sound of screams. My head darted up, my instincts kicking in, to find the source of the screaming. Out of habit, I reached for a gun that was no longer in the holster on my hip.

'Right...' I thought, 'I'm not an agent anymore, I'm just Choi Jiyeon.'

I spotted the source of the screaming.

'Fan girls?'

A group of boys, that were escorted by security, were passing through the crowded hallway. A group of fans seemed a bit too happy to see them, considering it was 3 a.m..

I couldn't remember a single time in my life when I was obsessed with fame or famous people. I loved music, but I didn't care about the musicians. Celebrities were just regular people, like you an me. (Except probably much prettier and much more talented.) But why obsess over them?

Maybe I was just too busy for that stuff.

I put both of the headphones in my ear to drown out the fangirling and went back to playing solitaire. I was about to break my record, and I wasn't going to let a group of pretty boys ruin that.

The screaming, though, only seemed to get closer and louder. I looked up, annoyed, to see that the group of boys were stopping at the same terminal as me.

"Great." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

I had this annoyance to look forward to for an hour until boarding starts. Great.

The group shuffled across from me, taking seats. Out of curiosity, I glanced up at them from my game. There were seven boys, all with hair dyed different colors. Even though this was an airport, one of the most uncomfortable places ever, all of them were dressed nicely. It looked like they were on their way to a fashion show. Some of the guys looked like they were older than me. But it was hard to tell.

'They must be part of a boy group.' I thought.

I mean, they were on their way to Korea. I was sure they were a K-pop group.

One of the boys caught me looking at them, and I shifted my attention back to my phone. I wondered just how popular they were or if their music was any good. I would probably never figure out.

But I didn't really mind, I had bigger things to worry about.

I felt a tap on my knee and looked up to see the blonde one was leaning in to talk to me. I took out my earphones to hear him ask me in broken English, "Do you want a photo with us?"

He must have thought that I was a fan too nervous to ask. Since he was being so nice, I decided not to turn it down.

The blonde, who was extremely cute, asked his manager to take the photo of all of us. The group got up and stood in a line behind me. One slung an arm around my shoulder and put up a peace sign, which seemed to be the typical pose of fans.

I smiled as the manager snapped pictures of us on my iPhone.

I turned to the boys afterwards and bowed to them. It was nice of them to go out of their way to give a 'fan' a picture.

I returned to my seat and tried to go back to playing my game. But the blonde seemed really interested in talking to me.

"You flying to Korea too?" He asked in English.

I nodded and responded to him in Korean. "I'm going to visit my mother."

"Wow! You're pronunciation is so good!" He beamed.

I must not look Korean to him, because he was thoroughly impresses that I spoke the language. My father's genetics were very strong, though, so I wasn't surprised that I was racially ambiguous to most people.

"Thank you." I smiled.

I felt compelled to ask what group they were, but thought it might hurt their feelings.

"What brought you guys to America?" I asked.

"K-con." Another one replied. He had light pink hair and thick lips, a total pretty boy. "Did you not go?"

I shook my head, "I had... work."

I couldn't tell them that just yesterday I was a part of the FBI. I was far too busy for anything like K-con.

"This is better than K-con though, I got to meet you all in person!"

Whoever they were.

If I knew their names, it would be much easier to pretend I was fan. The two boys smiled at me before they were distracted by their other members. They went back to their lives, and I went back to mine. I was about to go back to my phone, too, when the blonde asked, "What's your name?"

"Jiyeon." I replied, smiling.

"That's a pretty name." He smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"Thanks. Nice to meet you too."

He seemed like a very nice and warm guy. If I was into K-pop, he might even be my favorite.

I was starting to feel hunger pangs and decided I should get myself a snack before boarding. I got up, leaving the group as they were invested in their own conversations.

I listened to music through my headphones, spotting one of the fans from earlier. I saw this as my opportunity to get information. She and a couple of friends were staring longingly at the boys from their terminal. They kept snapping photos and taking videos of them.

'Creepy.'

This is some real stalker shit.

"Hey." I tapped one of their shoulders. The American girl looked over at me, visibly annoyed that I was bothering her.

"What?" She snapped, breaking away from her nice facade.

"Who are those guys?" I asked. I just wanted to check.

"You don't know Monsta X?" She asked, rolling her eyes. "You totally don't deserve to be on the same flight as them."

I scoffed before walking away. These fangirls were no good to have a conversation with. I stopped at the food court to get myself something to snack on.

I wasn't excited about that thirteen and a half hour flight ahead of me.