Inspired by the completion of the Bodyguard (An EXO Fanfiction), I have decided to make a similar story line but with Monsta X instead.
Jiyeon was the youngest females ever to work in the FBI at the ripe age of 20. She quickly became one of their t...
After I faked almost dying, the mood in the group was lifted. Everyone was getting along, and it made me pretty happy. We were especially ecstatic as we landed in Los Angeles, the last stretch of the American tour.
"Let's go to Disneyland after this!" Minhyuk cheered, waving to fans as we made our way through the interview location. Today Monsta X had an interview with Access Hollywood.
It was going to be a fun day.
I made sure to dress cutely, since I was going to be seen by a ton of people. I burgundy, short dress with puffy sleeves and a white beret on top.
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"There's no time for Disneyland! Just try to formulate your English responses, okay?" Changkyun laughed, "I can't be the only translator."
"I can translate if you guys need." I suggested.
But then I realized I probably shouldn't be on camera. I had a huge crime syndicate that was on the look-out for me, after all.
"Off camera." I added quickly.
"I've got it, you can just relax." Changkyun smiled, patting me on the shoulder.
Kihyun glanced at us, and at Changkyun's hand on my shoulder, before pushing his way between the two of us, "I can help translate too, don't underestimate me."
'He's stopping a fight from happening, how smart.' I thought.
"You'll all do great today." I beamed.
I sat in the crowd, watching Monsta X's interview. It was going pretty well, the interviewer kept the mood up.
"Hey, that guy in white button-up," A girl behind me said, she was an American fan and spoke in English.
"There are two guys in a shirt like that," her friend scoffed.
"The one with the Valentino tie." The girl specified.
I quickly realized she was talking about Kihyun. I decided to eavesdrop even more. What kind of fan doesn't know the members' names?
"I bet I could get him to hit on me." She laughed.
I stiffened.
"I bet you can't." Her friend teased.
"If I can get him to touch me, then I want your Michael Kors bag," She pushed.
'Touch?' I thought.
They didn't know I was the bodyguard, so they were having an incriminating conversation right behind me. But what kind of sick game are they playing?
"For the Michael Kors bag, you've got to get him to touch your boob," Her friend replied, holding back laughter.
