Door 1: My Leader

Finally.

It is announce officially, the boys are on hiatus for the first time ever since they debut.

It is a clear sunny day and for Namjoon this is a perfect day to go out and just do things unplanned.

No rehearsals, no interviews, no music programs, no taping, nothing.

"Manager-nim, Im going to the library," Namjoon tells his manager as they walk towards the building exit.

"Oh today? Sure, but can you wait? I just need to finish dropping off this documents then, Ill meet you down at the parking lot," said his manager, while reading the papers on hand without even glancing the tall man walking beside him.

"Umm that wont be necessary, coz Ill take the transit! Bye!!"

"Oh o.. wait what?! No!! Namjoon come back here! Take the ca—'

As Namjoon dash to the exit door, he heard the faint voice of disapproval from his manager. Of course the poor guy wouldn't agree, his taking off without anyone with him. Not even bringing the tinted car and taking the transit for that matter.

But it's Namjoon's time off. Besides, he made sure he'll blend in. He is wearing a beanie, a mask, plain shirt and shorts-- all black.

Its a weekday, after lunch hour, everybody's at work. It will be fine.

This feels nice. When was the last time he uses the public transit, he asked himself while looking out the window on his right side. Before debut plenty of times when him, Hoseok and Yoongi watched concerts or gone to underground rap competition. Those days seems so far away, he sighed.

The train abruptly come to a stop to open its automatic sliding door for people to get in. He notice an older woman that's looking for a place to sit as there are no empty seats left.

"Halmeoni, here," he said, standing up to give way for the older lady.

"Kamsahamnida," she replied.

Not many people are standing at the time. But when the train stop at the next station, people started to get a little bit closer to him, as they fill the empty spaces in between. It's getting a bit stuffy so he turn his back and face the door to look outside again, while the train starts to move.

Tsk, I hope no one would recognise me, he cursed to himself. He knows what kind of trouble he can get into if somebody actually did, notice him and make a scene. As the thought crosses Namjoon's mind, he lowers his head to the side and see something that made his eyebrows furrow.

There's a girl on his side that is looking uncomfortable. She had her head down, fidgeting, one hand by the safety rail and the other trying to push her sling bag behind--like trying to cover it from something or someone. A guy behind her looks suspicious, because he is standing so close to her, facing her back. Even if the train is crowded like this, his closeness makes even Namjoon uncomfortable. So, he decided to take a closer look.

What the hell. Namjoon is flabbergast at the scene that played out next. As the train swerve and all those standing tried to hold on to something, the guy quickly reach one of his hands to the wall to stabilise him, but the other to the girls buttocks in front of him. The girl push her sling bag again to her back, trying to get the guys hand off. And you think that he would, but he gave it a squeeze and even whisper something to the poor miss, making her squirm in discomfort.

This wont do. Namjoon knows what he should do but at the same time, he needs to think carefully on how to do it without making a scene. Once his mind is made up.

He quickly took that step closer to the two, remove the hand of the molester then whisper, one hand tightly gripping his shoulder while towering him.

"Choose...Ill called the cops, or Ill beat you up myself," he said in a low tone so cold, he saw the guys face turn white, as he turn around and get off the very second the train comes to a halt.

Both of them are now facing each other, spaces in between, as more passengers seems to get off at that stop.

The girl still has her face lowered, then Namjoon notices that she took out her phone and begin to type something on it. When she finally look up, she hands it over, slightly confusing Namjoon. He still reach for it though.

On the screen a note is open and it reads,

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

Namjoon starts typing in there too, then hands it back to her.

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝

She types again and hands it over.

𝙰𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔? 𝙲𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚊?

Namjoon smiles, though it cant be seen because of the mask. He did the right thing, of course he felt proud. Additionally, the girl is actually cute, no... serenely beautiful. She has this innocent look on her fair face, slender in shape. Coils of leaf- brown hair that flows over her shoulder. Her summer dress is not at all tight, but hug her figure nicely.

He pulls out his own phone quickly and type there, asking

𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?

He then gives his own phone to the girl, who took it with a confuse look on her face.

As she's reading the message, Namjoon quickly sends a text to himself, with the girls phone that is still with him.

She types on his phone her reply,

𝙸𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.

As soon as the two exchanges phone, hers receives a message from an unknown number.

The girl look up and smiled at Namjoon, nodding. She knows his smiling back, as his eyes squint and mask raise a little bit upward.

She look down at her phone again, re-reading the message while saving her saviour's number.

𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.