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“You should pull over right now,” Y/N said rather nonchalantly, as if she had no idea how the hearts of every Bangtan Sonyeondan member had just dropped. Hoseok did not like how calm she was. It gave off the impression she didn’t really care about what happened to them. There was no sense of urgency in her voice.
Maybe it was because she had everything under control. Maybe it was because she couldn't give a shit about them.
The few members that had resented her initial presence for intruding on their van felt… comforted and scared. On one hand, thank goodness there was an official bodyguard in their van. On the other hand… she was terrifying and a rookie.
They had all stiffened up like a mob of meerkats, eyes widely watching the scene and spines ram-rod straight.
The question plaguing every one of their minds was the same.
Did they trust her?
Jin didn’t wait a second to slash that thought down. Of course not. They had all heard Jiminie that day. If it was any other employee, they’d be easier to control. Money dictated everyone. Except for her. She was ruled by her own whim. Who was to say that she didn’t just leave them to the sasaengs devices?
He clenched his fist. This distinct feeling of being helpless... Seokjin was the eldest hyung and yet he couldn’t do anything in this situation.
At the back of the van, Taehyung was texting Sejin-hyung that their van had just been hijacked by a sasaeng fan named Chaejung.
His thumbs flew over the screen, nails tapping on the cracked phone glass.
Jungkook stayed quiet beside him , doe-eyes narrowed on the driver’s reflection in the driver review mirror. Silently calculating whether or not he could overpower her. But he knew that the moment that he moved towards her direction, it would be too risky.
The answer was obvious but she was in charge of the car. It’d be dangerous for any of them to attempt anything. She could suddenly spin the wheel or accelerate and they’d be powerless to stop her.
“How did you fi-” the driver stammered, her palms slick with sweat. She hadn’t anticipated her cover being blown so quickly.
“Frankly saying, you don’t really need to know that part.” Y/N’s voice chilled them to the bone.
The lackadaisical tone had shifted into one that gave off inexplicable danger, and every human instinct inside of them screamed to leave.
It was nothing like the lazy manner she had sprouted earlier.
In truth, Namjoon was hypersensitive to the fact that Y/N could quite literally drop them at their sasaeng’s feet at a moment's notice. His mind was working all the possibilities.
Outwardly, he kept calm and composed to assure his members of the group but inwardly he was panicking.
His nails tightened on his knee slightly.
The only thing stopping Y/N from ditching them and leaving them at the hands of this crazy fan, whose intentions couldn’t have been good if she had to disguise herself as a staff, was Y/N’s craving of entertainment.
He didn’t like how uncontrollable Y/N was to Bighit.
Unlike their other bodyguards who were controllable through money, her loyalty wasn’t assured.
Maybe this would be a test of how far she was willing to go for them.
But she could easily change next time. He narrowed his eyes.
All the while, Namjoon had not forgotten that Y/N had called herself a seer and claimed she was able to see into the future.
Had she known? Was that why she had joined them in the van?
But she had said she couldn’t see that far in the future.
What was the extent of her abilities?
Clearly, the fan, Chaejung, hadn’t anticipated being caught so early. It was a ballsy move, trying to make off with Bangtan in the van. Y/N couldn’t quite figure out what she was even trying to achieve.
“Pull over, now.” She demanded.
“No, do I look stupi-”
“Chaejung. Pull over. Now.” Y/N’s voice sharpened, an undercurrent of force pulsing underneath her words.
Everyone in the van, except for Y/N of course, straightened, their thoughts fuzzing slightly and hands twitching to obey.
As the order had been directed to Chaejung, she was naturally powerless to resist in the face of supernatural powers.
Much to the slight relief and fear of the Bangtan members, her eyes glossed over, face blanked, and she smoothly pulled over to the side of the road.
It was undoubtedly done through supernatural means.
All of them, exempt from Y/N and Chaejung, felt their skin prickle and goosebumps pop up on their spine.
Outside, strangers on the sidewalk barely spared the clunky van a glance and kept walking. Completely unaware of the monster inside of the vehicle.
An issue that all of them had been panicking over had been solved so easily. With just Y/N’s words.
Bangtan shivered in the car, and the temperature wasn’t the issue.
It was human nature to fear the unknown after all. Whatever she had just done to make Chaejung listen to her words, it was clearly magic.
Yoongi couldn’t help but compare the effect to the compulsion he had read in books that supernatural creatures could wield.
His gaze lowered onto the floor, and he wondered if she had done that strange compulsion to get this job. To get Bang PD-nim to be so scared of her.
Y/N seemed to relax slightly, mascara lidded eyes flicking down to her phone where the time blinked back up at her.
She blinked, face still composed. Fuck. We’re going to be late.
If Bangtan knew what she was thinking, they surely would have keeled over on the spot.
WHO GIVES A MONKEY’S ASS ABOUT US BEING LATE? Seokjin could've surely roared.
“Get out the driver’s seat.” Y/N said. But this time the mysterious power wasn’t pushing behind her words.
Chaejung seemed to come back to her senses, bewildered at how they had come to a stop when she was the one driving the car.
She remained out of sorts as she took control over her body again.
Rolling her eyes and heavily impatient, Y/N leaned across Chaejung and opened the driver’s door. It swung open without regard, strangers on the street jumping at the explosive movement.
Unapologetically, a shoe slammed against Chaejung’s side rudely and she instantly tumbled out of the car.
The seatbelt which had clasped her to the seat had been instantly snapped by the seemingly casual kick from Y/N, a powerful reminder of Y/N’s hidden inhumane strength.
Y/N’s short hair swung slightly as she moved back into her position, the silver accessories pinned onto the shell of her ear glinted in the sunlight. Even with the slight action, she looked mesmerisi-
Jimin shook his head, ears heating. Where did that come from?
For some reason, unlike the others, he felt no fear. Only… thankfulness. He also knew that it was strange.
“We’ll deal with her later,” she muttered, unbuckling her own seatbelt and climbing onto the driver’s own seat. “We’re going to be a bit behind schedule if we don’t get a move on. Someone call Sejin-ssi and tell him the location where she is. Not our problem anymore.”
Seokjin, with his wonderful intuition that had kept Bangtan alive and relatively safe for many years, suddenly felt his stomach ominously drop at the sight of Y/N behind the wheel.
“Wait! Do you have a license?” He yelped. “Maybe it’s better if I drive!”
Y/N didn’t even spare him a glance, settling her bony hands on the drivers wheel.
The seatbelt had been snapped and broken by her powerful strength earlier.
“And waste more time?” She raised an arched eyebrow.
Hoseok felt equally nervous as Jin, but he wasn’t quite sure why.
Namjoon and Jimin, the two who would not acquire a drivers license for some time and therefore were blissfully aware of a sense called drivers intuition, had no such concerns.
In one dramatic movement, Y/N shifted the car back into drive and stepped on the accelerator.
The roughness of which she had slammed the gearshift back into drive from park had their hearts jolting.
Remembering her inhumane strength, they suddenly worried that the gearshift might snap off entirely.
In no time, they had left Chaejung at the side of the road, slightly crumpled, missing her phone and still a bit dizzy from whatever spell Y/N had put her under, and were speeding to MNet.
Even with the delay with Chaejung and the twenty minute pullover, Bangtan still arrived at the same time as the rest of the staff. They weren’t even the last car.
The members of Bangtan were not surprised at all to have arrived at the same time as the rest of the staff, surprisingly enough. If anything, they thought they would've arrived BEFORE the staff had even arrived at the venue.
The reason?
Y/N was a crazy driver.
She drove like a man possessed. Yanking the wheel left and right like a mischievous child pulling on the tail of a street cat and feet stomping on the accelerator like determinedly stamping a cockroad.
J-Hope, usually loud and reactive, had gone stark pale at her unusual driving, hands digging into the leather.
The air that could've fueled his explosive screams had been thoroughly beaten into submission by the extreme g-force pinning his body from each side.
Jimin who’d been at the side had his eyes wide and both arms holding the handle above the car window so hard that he’d had to pry his fingers off them. They were still stuck in the position, and he had to flex a couple of times.
The rest of Bangtan wasn’t much better.
“We’re here,” Y/N’s calm voice was a stark contrast from the manic driving that she had just done.
Once they had entered the view of the other staff members, she had calmly resumed normal driving and parked smoothly. The smooth parking she had done showed that she was clearly fluent being behind the wheel.
Namjoon wanted to cry at the sight of her easy parking. Why had she terrorised them like so then?
Jungkook and Taehyung had gripped each other tightly, their brains still rattling around their skull.
Every time her fingers showed any indication of tilting the wheel in any direction, all of Bangtan felt their stomachs clench and their heartbeat speed-up.
Yoongi, who was usually quiet in the face of new staff or kept to his phone, even felt the need to croak out a shuddering– “oh my god.”
He was scarily pale as he put a hand over his heart to test if it was still beating.
“T-thank you, Y/N-ssi,” Namjoon squeezed out, the words strangled in his throat. They were purely out of courtesy, lacking meaning behind them. Anyone could hear it.
Y/N ignored him as she stepped out of the car.
Once they were all in the seats and makeup was being applied to them, Y/N immediately left them and headed to the emergency stairwell at the side.
The corridors, filled with staff from other companies, were too hectic for anyone to notice her slipping away.
“Makeup, makeup! Has anyone seen Yuna-ssi?”
“Kim Yuna? From Bighit?”
“No- no, JYP!”
“Sorry, I- ach! Sorry, I didn’t see you there!”
“Move out of the way! They’re next on stage!”
Y/N’s irises glossed over momentarily, like smoke swirling in a glass orb, and she sidestepped to the left.
Immediately, someone tumbled out of a room smelling strongly of hairspray and looking dizzy, falling into the empty space Y/N had been in.
She watched him fall with a neutral expression before catching him in her hands, his head bumping against her stomach as she gripped his shoulders.
Peering down on his face, she cocked her head to the side.
His expression cleared and he opened his mouth on reflex. Then he suddenly froze, eyes staring into Y/N’s.
“Excuse me?” Y/N asked. She was more amused then annoyed at how clumsy Hollows were. “Are you hurt?”
The tips of the strangers ears began to redden, a flush barely gleenable.
Do I… have something on my face?
He stammered to say something, lips briefly parting, when someone stepped out right after him.
“Hyung! Watch your step!” The second stranger, without even sparing Y/N a look, hauled the person out of Y/N’s arms, back to his feet and tugged him into the room. “Thank you!” He called out, before disappearing back into the dressing room with his clumsy friend.
Without saying a word, the interaction ended.
Continuing to thread around the moving crew of frazzled staff members, gradually the sound and people thinned and she arrived at the emergency stairwell. The smell of chemical paint and faint cigarette smoke in the stairwell swarmed around her body once the door creaked open.
Right on cue, just as she predicted, her phone began to vibrate.
The low sound of her phone ringing echoed in the stairwell.
Amusedly, she watched the name flash on her screen a couple of times and kept the vibrations pulsing a couple of times before answering.
“Austin, I’d like for you to get Ben to take her memory.”
Her sister, used to Y/N knowing already what she was about to ask, huffed. “Y/N, are you kidding me? Where the fuck are you? We’re about to leave Seoul! I’m not dealing with your mess! Did you not see the group chat?”
No, it’s permanently muted.
She hummed a nonchalant response back, further aggravating the usual level-headed one.
The RV was currently parked on the outskirts of Seoul, both Valen and Ben trying to suffocate each other with a quilt in the background. Austin was sitting in the driver's seat, legs propped up next to the wheel on the dashboard.
A sudden realisation struck her. “Wait, you’re not.. staying in that meat-shield gig are you?”
That got Valen and Ben’s attention. Their heads snapped up like prairie dogs, faces blanking in fear.
“I said I would, didn’t I?”
Austin’s jaw kept open, her astonished face seen by her sisters in the reflection of the review mirror. That was answer enough.
Valen, emotional as ever, lunged for the phone. Austin’s surprise left her grip on the phone weak, and Valen easily took it.
“Y/N, are you kidding me? You’re a Crow-rage.” She enunciated the last word clearly. “We do not just adopt jobs like- like BODYGUARDS. Much less the bodyguards of a BOYBAND GROUP!” Valen’s voice curved into a screech. “I cannot believe that you would RISK your wellbeing for mere HOLLOWS!”
“Why not?” The calm voice aggravated the youngest sister.
“If we were any other Light, then maybe we could. But we’re a Crowrage . Y/N, you know what it means to be a Crowrage. Do you think as your sisters would honestly let you EMBARK on this journey? Are you kidding me? Why are you dirtying your hands for these- for these HOLLOWS? They’re mortals, they can’t CONTRIBUTE anything to our family!”
Y/N sighed. Everything was for her family.
Everything had to be taken into account towards the Crowrage name.
Even though she and her sisters had run away temporarily from their oppressive family, they would never be able to leave the nest.
Once a Crowrage, always a Crowrage.
“It’s just for a bit. I’ll just rejoin you guys when I get tired of it.”
Valen opened her mouth to reply, only to hear a dial-tone in response.
Her eyes flashed at the sound of the dial tone and her emotions slowly pilfered the van.
Austin and Ben both felt extremely annoyed, hearts burning in frustration.
They both felt like throwing something against the floor and hearing a satisfying smash as it broke apart.
With a snap of her fingers, Austin immediately sealed Valen’s emotional leak back into her body.
Fingers slamming against the number pad only to hear the familiar telephone moderator’s voice answering blankly in response made it clear what Y/N had done.
“Hold up, did she block my number?” Austin rose to her feet and powerfully stalked over to Valen who still gripped her phone. “Why didn’t you use your phone now I’M blocked?”
Ben watched the scene carefully, and while the two were squabbling (you would never have guessed Austin to be the leader), stepped into the driver's seat and slowly drove out of Seoul.
The two sisters, too concerned with their petty fight, didn’t realise the urban scene slowly fading behind them.
Knowing Landon, she would definitely not be unblocking them anytime soon. They didn’t have any choice but to respect her choices.
Besides, what kind of crummy sisters would they be if they didn’t let her pursue her momentary piece of amusement?
They had all subconsciously known that Y/N did not really find the contents of their impromptu road trip to be that interesting.
She was just… like that.
Indifferent to the world.
Whether that was due to her powers or her genuine nature, as much as they hated it, even they didn’t really know.
She was in one word; untouchable.
So if this was the one thing that kept her momentarily happy, Ben didn’t mind at all. Tapping her finger lightly on the steering wheel to the soft tune from the radio, she began to fulfill Y!N’s request.
Chaejung, on the sidewalk somewhere in the middle of Seoul, blinked deeply. When her eyes opened, she looked around at her surroundings and looked at her hands.
Where was her phone? How did she get here?
Her head throbbed.
What was she even planning to do today?