The muffled sounds of music leaked through the door of the dressing room but it failed to calm your tense body. After the egging incident, you were extra alert. What loser eggs a person anyway? Now you were standing in front of the door in all your egged glory. You managed to wipe off most of the goop, but not all of it came off on your hair and your suit. All you needed to do was roll around in some flour and you could become a cake.

You kept an eye on the boys who were getting their make-up and hair done for the show. The atmosphere was chaotic but it made you smile when you saw that Jimin had fallen asleep while getting his makeup done. Sometimes, it took layers of concealer to hide their dark circles. Hopefully your presence made their tiring lives a little easier.

"Okay Namjoon, you're done. Taehyung, your turn!" The makeup stylist shooed Namjoon away, and of course, he creeped right up to you. You pulled your best poker face and looked straight past him.

"So, are you feeling alright?"

Without changing your facial expression, you gave him a brisk nod. But in truth, the guy must have been some type of baseball pitcher because the places that the eggs hit really throbbed. You wouldn't be surprised if you had a bruise on your forehead right now. But you've gotten far worse injuries than this, so this was nothing.

Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist and dragged you down onto the black leather couch. You whipped your hand away from him and tried to get off the couch but he pulled you right back onto it.

"Stop it. Can't you see I have to guard the door?" You half growled, half whispered.

Without letting go of your wrist, he rummaged around jacket pocket. You could tell he found what he was looking for when his face lit up. It was that look that he got when he solved a problem, or discovered something new. His eyebrows went up and his mouth stretched out into a closed smile. But you still refused to rela