The Bodyguard (A Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Three: First Time for Everything

I slept for the majority of the flight, waking up only to use the bathroom and snack. I wasn't seated anywhere near the boys from earlier, and was certain I'd never see them again.

But they were nice.

Once we landed, I got up from my seat to stretch. Then it was down to business. I was excited to to see my mom after so long.

I hurried to baggage claim, watching the conveyor belt blankly until my hot pink luggage moved past me. I grabbed my bag, ready to leave. I spotted the boys once again, fighting the urge to wave. They were waiting for their luggage too.

I considered saying goodbye to them, but decided not to when my ears were assaulted by screaming fans. It was my first time in this country, and I just so happened to be put on the same flight with a popular boy band.

Was this good or bad luck? I guess I'd have to find out later.

The fans were in a swarm, waiting at the bottom of the escalator, just next to the exit. A few struggling security guards kept the fans split like the red seas to create a walk way. The fans were probably hoping to cop a feel of the boys as they passed.

'I could never be an idol.' I thought.

With my luggage in hand, I headed towards the escalator. I knew that as soon as I got to the bottom, Armageddon was going to begin. Luckily for me, I was fully capable of kicking everyone's asses in this place.

If I was pushed by one of those fans, they were going to catch this fade immediately. After a long flight, I was in a terrible mood.

I noticed the fangirls started screaming even louder just as I stepped off the escalator. I turned around the see the boys were heading down the escalator now.

I would have to push through all of these fans just to get a taxi. It was going to be even worse for the boys. I imagined that traveling must be immensely stressful for them. But it sucked just as much for me. This was a trial that I didn't have the energy for. I worried that I would be stuck here forever.

I took a deep breath and started my mission to the taxis. But just as I started walking towards the exit, the light of day just out of my reach, fans rushed the boys. They broke the formation that previously held them back. The man-made aisle was now gone. And I was being pushed by the crowd back towards the escalator.

'No! I want to go home!' I thought, watching as the exit got smaller and farther away.

I was knocked to the floor in the frenzy. The ocean of people washed over me, shoes coming within centimeters of me head. I was abandoned on the other side of the mob, laying shocked on the floor. The airport before me was now empty and the way to the exit was clear. Behind me, however, it was like Black Friday.

'Free at last!' I thought.

I picked up my suitcase and headed towards the door. But I had a feeling that I shouldn't leave just yet. I turned to see the boys were being swarmed by the fans. Security was trying to come to the rescue and disperse the crowd, but it was to no avail.

There was only one man for this job. Or, rather, woman. This was the exact sort of things I was overqualified to deal with.

The good part of me said that I should help them. They were super nice to me, I should reciprocate the kindness!

But the bad part of me, that was tired and hungry, said it was none of my business.

I let out a sigh.

The good side of me won.

I dropped my suitcase and approached the crowd. I cracked my knuckles and stretching a bit, ready to knock some fangirl heads. Usually I don't kick ass without warming up, but I would have to make an exception.

"I've got time today." I muttered. I cleared my throat and yelled over the noise, "I'm warning you. Leave now alone or deal with me."

The fans turned their attention to me. They looked me up and down, clearly amused. Thinking I wasn't a threat, they ignored me and returned to harass the boys.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." I muttered.

I assessed the situation, considering my options, before making my first move.

I couldn't actually hurt anyone. It wasn't going to end well if I beat up a bunch of girls on my first day in Korea. They're probably send me back to America within the hour.

'There are at least two hundred people here.' I thought, looking over the volume of the crowd. 'Average height is 5'2, light build.' None of these girls looked like they had ever been in a fight in their lives.

I knew what I needed to do.

I trained in Taekwondo and other fighting styles my whole life. I also dabbled in some Dim Mak and learned pressure points. That was my best option, and would leave the least amount of people injured.

Once I figured out where to start, I made my move.

I manipulated the pressure points of at least twenty girls before the crowd noticed. The amount of girls that were fainting was overwhelming, and the fans turned to investigate. Once enough of them were distracted, I slipped through the bodies to get to Monsta X. The boys were scared, but put on their best act. Some of the fans were still groping them, others took their stuff.

"Don't worry guys, I've got this." I said to them. The seven boys looked at me in confusion. They recognized me, but didn't seem to believe that I could do much to protect them. I didn't blame them. I was 5'6 with lean build. I looked like I would be easy to overpower. A lot of people made that misjudgment when dealing with me.

Once the crowd realized I was ruining their fun, they started to attack me. The girls threw halfhearted fists in my direction that I blocked easily. Once I was legally considered to be acting in self-defense, I used my strength to push of the girls away. For those that got too close, they caught these hands. Anyone who  was hit quickly backed off.

I could hear the boys gasp when they saw what I was doing.

I fought through as many fan girls as possible until the crowd was scared off, the ones that were left standing ran away.

Security finally come to Monsta X's aid, grabbing the arms of the boys so they could be led to their van and to safety. Once I knew my job was done, I walked away to grab my luggage and hail a cab.

"Looks like people are crazy everywhere." I muttered as I rolled my suitcase out of the airport, not daring to glance back at the chaos that I left behind.