Chaeyoung's POV "Aww!" I hissed, putting my index finger immediately in my mouth, in the small amount of blood after getting myself pricked by a needle. "Stupid Chaeng, " I mumbled to myself, gritting my teeth along the process. How come I can never master repairing clothes when I love wearing them? The sound of someone chuckling from behind made me turn my head on my back. And then I saw manager Hyeri coming over to my direction, an amused grin spread her entire fan. "Why do you always insist on helping the staff with Bangtan's stage outfits? You do know those boys dance like monsters. You can't simply fix those with your hands." She said as she takes Namjoon's pants out of my lap. I pouted before looking at her, my head lifted as she towers me from being situated on the ground, "Unnie, you should well know I don't have anything on my plate right now. I feel like bussing continuesly, I'm starting to feel weird. At least give me something, okay!" I whined. A loud sigh escaped my lips. The boys were currently practicing, familiarizing themselves with the new arena which they're about to perform with tomorrow. I can't believe I had been with the boys for so long and they haven't head back to Korea the entire time, especially since their schedule was fully booked. I'm starting to think how they never get tired after all these rehearsals and long hours of concerts. A few had already gone sick, lost their voice or even sprain a part of their body, but nobody stopped. Like what everybody says, "The show must go on," The hours that they spent on hotels doesn't seem sufficient enough for them to rest. I mean, for me, the only time I can say that I am well rested is if I had been asleep in my own bed, in my room for a whole goddarn 24 hours. However, seeing how much they are enjoying their craft, who am I to utter a word about it? And for the record, never once did I heard any of them complaining which sends my respect for the group to the rooftop, or probably in Eiffel tower if that even makes sense. Now where does this leaves me? Nothing. "I need to work my off. I can't just be a freeloader on this bus. Somehow, I feel like I'm one of those sick little princess in stories who's kept seated on an invisible pink chair glittered with all those diamonds and a bowl of gummy bear besides it." Hyphotetically, I'm not seeing any connection or probably, I am just rambling but I'm just so desperate to get my hand do something. "You are so adorable Chaeyoung," I heard Hyeri unnie chuckle which made me pout my cheeks even more. My insides are slowly feeling heavy, I'm not even understanding why. These past few days, my emotion seemed to roll over the brink and I doubt it's the hormones. I guess something is indeed wrong but I'm just refusing to acknowledge it. Jungkook and I are okay. But at the back of my mind, I feel like something is wrong. I've lost my freedom. If everything would go according to Jungkook's words, I will end up still like some stagnant water, as I watch everything unfold before me. I will be a princess who doesn't need to lift a finger, that even going to the restroom meant someone carrying me towards it. It's still the same. We would either camp in the living room or on my bed, cuddling with each other. The boys would still be annoyed at the sight of us. We are happy. I am happy. But why do I feel like everything is starting to suffocate me? I feel like I have a leash on my neck, limiting me to doing what I can still possibly do, like a bird unable to spread her wings. Or maybe because her wings are broken. I told to myself. The first few weeks were fine. Jungkook being overprotective and so attentive to me is ing sweet, sometimes I can't even handle it anymore. Even up to now, I still feel giddy whenever we spend time with each other, or even with just those silly moments where I would catch him staring at me from afar. After what happened at the hotel where I was beaten right in front of Jungkook's eyes, he had been the strictest. He always sees to it that no other people aside from the staffs and the boys go near me. He gets pissed off whenever he sees me working or carrying heavy things. Normally, I would be flattered by the attention but I feel like he's being over the top about everything. If there's actually a good thing, Jungkook doesn't go near me too much when a lot of fans are present. That's the only thing that changed. Asking why the change of heart, Jungkook simply informed me that he doesn't want me to receive hate. They can't control their fans and no matter what he does, there will be fans that will be hurt especially if they see them too close to girls. It's funny how some of the fans even get jealous with their stylist. "I'm feeling stuffed," I slowly whispered before dropping down my gaze on the floor, fidgeting with my hands before me. And they Hyeri unnie was silent. We were both silent, realizing how serious the situation had turned into. I have no one to tell my feelings right now. The boys were busy and even Jiso unnie can't be reached frequently. I heard her and Jin oppa had cooled off. No wonder Jin oppa was acting weirdly that time. And even now, he had been so silent. Gone was the eldest hyung who acts more li