I was working as an event staff member at the Arena in Florida when BTS was performing, amongst other famous people, but I treated it like any other job since everyone deserves kindness and respect. Anyway, I was minding my business, setting out gift bags in the VIP section, which is my main job, when I heard shouting and looked over to see an angry guy yelling at one of my coworkers. I dropped my items and ran over, not knowing the argument had also grabbed the band’s attention as well, since they were on stage doing their sound check. JK came sprinting after me but didn’t reach me in time- I arrived just in time to protect my coworker, but the angry man slapped my left cheek so hard I fell down.

Before he could get to me again, security had grabbed him and JK picked me up to take me backstage, apparently running on adrenaline, since I was not helpful and kept telling him to put me down so I could help my friend, while wiggling. He did finally put me down, but then I was already backstage, so he had won that battle- he got an ice pack and wrapped it in a paper towel, then held it to my cheek, but I was still in so much shock, also with adrenaline running through my veins, I couldn’t register that I had even been hurt, much less that he was trying to help me. He was strong enough to pull me down and make me sit on a couch they had in the backstage area, then he kept his hand on my waist while holding the ice pack on my cheek while yelling at the other band members to help him.

Luckily, they had seen what happened and followed JK to see what he was doing, so within a minute, I was surrounded by all seven of them, Joon then sitting on my other side, which I knew meant the fight was over, so I stopped struggling. To get me to calm down, Joon asked me my name, what my job was, did I like working here, etc. and because the questions were so boring it helped. JK was playing with my ponytail to also distract me, then said my hair smelled good. He also told them my hair was soft and wanted to know how I got it to be so wavy, so I explained how I braided it at night, when it was wet, and then take out the braid in the morning, when my hair was dry, to get the waves. He was clearly not understanding, which didn’t surprise me, since he’s never been around girls, so I took out my ponytail, then showed him how to braid. He was absolutely fascinated and wanted to try, but so did the others, so before long, I had seven random tiny braids being worked on all over my head and although it would have been funny, I was in pain, so I couldn’t really take the situation in fully.

Then the police officer showed up, needing to question me about my involvement and take pictures of my injuries for the report. I had them pause their braiding so I could put my hairband back in, which none of them had ever seen or done either, so I taught JK quickly how to make a ponytail for a girl with long hair and he was super happy. I didn’t realize at the time, but Yoongi was behind me, and he continued to add tiny braids to my hair while I was being interviewed, which was super sweet, but again, I was not able to focus at all.

JK moved the ice pack so he could see my cheek, where it was very red and puffy, clearly a very powerful slap, so the officer took a photo, then asked me what happened. I described what I could remember, with JK supporting my story, then the officer asked about when I fell down, where did I land and I showed him how I had landed on my other arm, which I didn’t think about at the time. Joon gently held my arm out, but then saw a rip in my shirt, so he unbuttoned the cuff, rolled up the sleeve, and saw a massive cut almost the entire length of my arm. All the guys started exclaiming in Korean, which alerted me that something was very wrong, and I should look at my arm too.

I took one look at all the blood and immediately turned white, which Joon saw, and knew I was going to faint, so he told JK to pick me up and lay me down on the floor, while he quickly had the other members find a towel for my head. Once I was lying down on the floor, the police officer radioed for a medic and soon the EMTs showed up, saw my arm, and my face, then knew I was going to need more attention than they thought. I was given several small shots to numb my right arm around the wound, then they began stitching, while JK sat next to me, holding my left hand and the icepack on my cheek. He would not leave my side for a second. I was no longer able to answer any questions, as the numbing shots made me loopy, so the officer said he got what he needed and left, saying he would contact me later if he needed anything else. The band thanked him, then asked the EMTs what they could do for me. Nothing except keep me absolutely still because they had to clean the cut first, then stitch me up and while JK loved watching, Jin, JHope, Joon, and V did not- they quickly left the room and went to hide somewhere else. Yoongi was now near my feet, just rubbing my legs gently, while Jimin was now playing with my braids Yoongi had made.

It actually helped keep me distracted and their efforts were working beautifully when a staff member came in to say they had to get ready for hair and makeup, so costumes had to be changed into, which they did not want to do. JK said he would just change right here, since he was not leaving me, and since I was so loopy from the meds, Jimin had been recording me because I was being super funny, but the funniest part was when I covered my eyes with my left hand and said all drowsy, “I have three brothers and one son and I’ve seen enough naked boy body parts to last me a lifetime so please do not change in front of me today!” Everyone in the room busted up laughing, even the EMTs, who had to pause their work to keep their hands steady while they cracked up at me.

JK took my hand away from my eyes, which I then squeezed shut, and said, “I only meant change clothes. I don’t want to leave you alone. I worry.” His English was so cute that I couldn’t get mad, so I said, “OK JK, but please don’t worry about me- I will be fine right here on the floor. It is actually nice and cool down here and I feel safe.” He kissed my hand and promised to make sure I was always safe from now on, which Yoongi and Jimin agreed to as well, then he dropped my hand and ran from the room. He was back within five minutes, carrying a stack of clothes. He carefully set them on the couch, then told Jimin and Yoongi he had grabbed their outfits as well. I thought I was imagining things, but nope, there were soon three half naked guys changing right in front of me, which I could not see because I had covered my eyes again, which actually made them laugh.

JK had his pants on but hadn’t put his shirt on yet when he leaned over me and whispered, “It’s ok, we have clothes on. You can be afraid no more.” I thought he meant he was done changing, so I opened my eyes, only to see him grinning right at me, his bare chest inches from mine, his necklace dangling and hitting my chin. “JK! What did I tell you about naked body parts? I don’t want to see your skin today! Keep your dangerous muscles and abs away from me!” I exclaimed, causing everyone in the room to burst into laughter again, with JK being the loudest and happiest, since he had obviously gotten the reaction he wanted. By the time the medics were done with my arm, ten stitches later, and had wrapped it up in gauze, then a bandage for protection, I looked at my shirt sleeve, which they had cut off at the elbow, and thought I had forgotten to wear a long sleeved shirt to work, which everyone laughed at, but I continued because I was worried about being fired, which everyone assured me would not happen- this injury wasn’t my fault and someone else had done my job in the stadium, so I didn’t need to worry.

I was worried though because I was still planning to work the concert, which Jimin, JK, and Yoongi definitely knew would not be possible, so when I tried to sit up, JK gently pushed my shoulders back down and said calmly, “JJ, you cannot work right now. You need to stay backstage where we can keep you safe. Let us care for you tonight.” I tried to argue, but it was more of a half whisper, since I had run out of adrenaline and was now so lethargic I couldn’t even argue properly. Jimin saw that I was fading fast, so he asked the EMTs if they had anything that would put me to sleep for a few hours, during the concert, so they could concentrate on their job without worrying about me hurting myself backstage and they did, so I ended up with an IV in my left hand, with some pain meds which had drowsiness as a side effect, which Jimin was very happy about.

JK carefully lifted me back onto the couch, where I immediately lay on my right side, asking about when the dance party would start, which confused them, but then again, they knew I was talking nonsense anyway, so they ignored that part. JK really did not want to leave me, but Jimin and Yoongi knew it was important for the fans that they stay focused, so they all headed to hair and makeup, stopping by to check on me as they walked to the stage for their entrance. I was now sleeping, with the IV having done the trick, and the EMTs removed the needle from my left hand so I could sleep peacefully, and they could leave.

JK was promised they could check on me in between song/costume changes, so that cheered him up enough to get him on stage, while I had no idea what was even happening, obviously. Within the next three hours, all seven came in to check on me multiple times, always finding me asleep, always giving me little kisses and smelling my hair, or fixing a braid, until finally, the concert was over, but I was still not fully awake. Jimin asked the medics when the meds were going to wear off, but the medics didn’t know because each person was different and clearly, I was more sensitive to meds than others were. He worried about me trying to get home, so the band decided I must go with them to their hotel, where they could watch over me and keep me safe.

JK was ecstatic and once he was changed into his comfy clothes, he picked me right up and carried me down the hallway, no questions asked. Yoongi, thankfully, had actually asked questions and had gotten my purse from the employee break room, plus made sure my car would be ok overnight, so that was not something I would need to stress about. My phone was in my purse, so he made sure I had that as well. JK carried me all the way to the first SUV and put me right into the backseat, then climbed in after me, buckling me and keeping me upright with his strong arms. V sat on my other side and made sure I didn’t fall over. When we reached their hotel, JK carried me in, to the elevator, then into his room, since JK had insisted he be in charge of me, and nobody argued with him. JK set me down on the bed and left to shower quickly, then told Yoongi he would be back to sit with me.

Yoongi wasn’t worried, since I was still asleep, but he did wonder about my phone because it had been buzzing and he wanted to make sure someone wasn’t worried about me, so he used my face to unlock my phone, saw it was my brother texting about taking care of my little doggie, then he called the number, explaining what had happened, and asked my brother to keep caring for my little doggie, since I wouldn’t be home until tomorrow, but not sure what time. My brother agreed, since everyone loves my little doggie, then they ended the call and Yoongi felt better. I began to wake up then, turning my head, mumbling random words, whispering things, so he went over and gently touched my forehead, then said, “JJ, it’s Yoongi and you are safe with me. We brought you back to our hotel because you couldn’t drive home. You hurt your arm tonight, so you can’t be alone. We will care for you.”

I opened my eyes, saw his face inches from mine, panicked, which he saw, then asked, “Have I been kidnapped?” He laughed but assured me I had not been kidnapped- that was the first time anyone had ever accused BTS of kidnapping someone and he found it highly amusing, which the other members also did when he told them the story later.

Just then, Jimin appeared, happily skipping into the room, just as I tried to sit up, but wobbled and almost fell off the bed, so he put his arm around me as I looked up into his face and asked, “Jimin, what am I going to do?” He looked right back at me and felt his heart skip a beat- nobody had ever made him feel like this- like he was a real person, and they were seeing him for just being normal, not rich or famous and he enjoyed it. He replied, “JJ, we are going to take good care of you tonight. We will give you food and you will feel better.” I looked down at my clothes, still the ones I wore to work, then asked, “Jimin, what do I do about my clothes?” He laughed a little, then offered, “You can wear ours tonight, so you can sleep comfortably.”

“How will I brush my teeth?” I asked. He soon realized every single little detail would bother me, so he said, “I know you are worried, but I promise you that all seven of us will take good care of you tonight. We will give you everything you need. Can you trust me?” I nodded, half groggy still, then sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder, and almost fell off the bed when I cautiously put my hand in his. His heart was beating so fast he felt I must have heard it, but I did not react, so he knew he was safe…

A few minutes later, JHope appeared, freshly showered and ready for some dinner, but wanting to check on me first.  JHope was usually shy with new people, but with me being so groggy, he wanted to make more of an effort to talk and it was so fun!

I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe when JK arrived, so he ran to check on me and quickly swooped me up into his arms, asking if I was ok. I told him I was just laughing, so he put me down, forgetting that I hadn’t been able to stand on my own yet. I immediately fell, accidentally hitting my nose on the bed frame, causing blood to start pouring down my face, me using my one good hand to block it, Yoongi grabbing a towel to help, poor Joon in the shower trying to get clean, but got interrupted when Yoongi ran in for the towel. He quickly finished and threw on his clothes, then ran to help me, now covered in blood, eyes wide in fear and panic. Joon began giving orders to everyone else in the room, get the staff medics, get the cleaning staff, strip the bed (sheets got blood splashed on them), then he carried me right to the bathroom and set me on the counter. I was shocked at how fast and strong he was, not hesitating a second, then carefully removing the towel and having a washcloth ready to swap. He held it to my nose, then saw my left hand covered in blood, blood dripping down my chin and on my neck, he made me open my mouth and saw it was filled with blood, so he was extra worried.

The staff medic showed up shortly after, taking Joon’s place, allowing him to follow their directions quickly. They had me rinse my mouth multiple times, so they could assess whether my mouth had been impacted or not- my mouth was fine, thank goodness, so once it was cleaned, they focused on my nose. Luckily, it was not broken, but the blood vessels inside had clearly been ruptured, so they put something very smelly up my nose to stop the bleeding and then put two cotton pieces up my nostrils. My poor face was not pretty- my left cheek was still swollen from the slap earlier, now covered in dried blood, while my right cheek was just covered in blood, but my poor eyes were swollen halfway shut because of the nose issue, so I looked like I had an allergic reaction to something. I was miserable, which they could tell and gave me something for the pain, but I didn’t want to take anything and just sleep more- I would miss out on all the fun with the guys, so the medics agreed to come back after we finished eating to give me an IV to help with the pain and swelling, which seemed fair to me.

After they left, JK rushed in and reached to hug me, but Joon reminded him that my clothes were covered in blood, just disguised by the fact that I was still wearing black… JK stopped so suddenly he ran into the counter where my right arm had been resting, causing him to bump into it, making me cry out in pain. He felt so bad, but I was so far down the pain scale that I had no response other than to bite my lip and let the tears out. JK took one look at that and proposed to me on the spot, which I did not understand at all, so I simply blinked right back at him, then I looked at Joon, silently asking what to do, and when he saw my face, he had to catch his breath for a second because I looked so miserable and beautiful at the same time. He began gently wiping off the blood with a makeup remover wipe, with Yoongi’s help, so after half an hour, my face was clean and now he knew it was time to figure out the clothing situation. JK found a pair of pants and a hoodie for me, then left me alone for one minute, telling me to change quickly, so he could help me, but after one minute, he opened the door to find the pants on but not the shirt- I needed help because the blood had dripped down my neck and I was afraid to wear new clothes yet.

JK asked what I wanted him to do, but I insisted I only trusted him, so he carefully unbuttoned my black work shirt, to find I had a black tank top underneath, thank goodness. He sighed in relief and helped me wipe my neck/top of my chest, very careful not to look down, although he was tempted and may have slipped a few times- he wanted to respect my body like I had respected them when they had changed earlier. I asked him to help me take the work shirt all the way off, since my arm was hurting and I was afraid of messing up the stitches, so he gently helped me get it off, then had to take a deep breath while grabbing the hoodie because I was standing in front of him in just my black tank top- something he had never encountered before and had no idea how to deal with. He carefully helped me get the hoodie on, then I looked up at him, my eyes still puffy, cheek still swollen, tears falling, and he felt his heart melt into a puddle without a single word even being spoken.

He wrapped me in a hug, felt me grab onto his shirt with my good hand and rest my head on his shoulder, and he just squeezed me tight, telling me how he was going to make sure I stayed safe and protected from now on and not leave my side ever again. After a few minutes, he gently wiped my tears and led me back out into the main area, where the cleaning staff were attempting to get the blood out and told Joon he would need to change rooms because it needed to be cleaned overnight.

JK said he would get me settled, then help Joon with his stuff, which they said was fine, since they would have the room open to finish the clean anyway. He saw how weak I was and made the quick decision to just carry me right across the hall to Yoongi’s room, which thankfully was open, and then he gently set me on the couch, knowing I needed to eat something before taking any more meds. Soon, all the guys were in Yoongi’s room, eating the food that had been delivered, while JK hovered around me and watched every single move I made. When he sat next to me and started handing me random bits of food to try with the chopsticks, I was thankful. They were impressed that I could use chopsticks, so that definitely got their attention, but I was just so happy to be laughing with them I didn’t even mind the teasing or random Korean comments I knew were about me, but that Joon refused to translate.

I noticed he was being very picky with his translations while JK was next to me, often shaking his head or simply ignoring their comments, which normally would have bothered me, but since I was not mentally focused, nor was I even aware of half the stuff happening around me, it really didn’t matter. After about an hour, which was past midnight at this point, I was full, exhausted, and in a lot of pain, so I set down the chopsticks, leaned on JK’s shoulder, and closed my eyes just for a second… JK quickly noticed and reached for my hand, then kissed it and offered to carry me to his room, if I wanted to sleep right away. I did not hear his offer, since it was in Korean and I was resting, but I did notice when I was lifted off the floor and suddenly found myself in someone’s arms. My eyes popped open, and I stared up at him, then I saw it was JK, so I rested my head on his shoulder and allowed him to start walking.

Immediately, Jimin stood up, Yoongi stood up, V stood up, and the other three looked super confused: Joon, Jin, and JHope. I also had no idea what was happening, or why so many guys had stood up suddenly. JK told Yoongi he was welcome to stay in his room, to keep an eye on me, since he knew Yoongi was very concerned about me getting hurt again. JK walked carefully out of the room and down the hall to where the staff directed him, then had him set me down on the bed gently, which JK did. Then he helped me stumble to the bathroom, knowing I couldn’t see well yet, then found a toothbrush and put some toothpaste on for me. He also helped me get my contact case and solution from my purse, so I could take my contacts out.

He left and closed the door, saying he would be right outside when I was done, to help me get into bed. I brushed, took out my contacts, used the bathroom, washed my good hand, and knew I would need help with my hair, so I carefully felt my way to the door and opened it slowly, then asked, “JK do you think you could help me take out all these braids before I fall asleep? They will get tangled in the night and become impossible in the morning.” He smiled and agreed immediately, guiding me to the edge of the bed, then sitting behind me. He gently took out the ponytail holder, put it on his wrist, then began undoing all the braids they had done earlier, at least fifteen tiny braids. He chatted while we worked, asking me about my life, telling me about his, then when we finished, he turned me around to face him, noticed I was trying to hide my face behind my long hair by looking down, but lifted my chin up and looked into my poor eyes.

“I know you are worried about a lot of things. I know today has been difficult for you. I want you to trust me when I say I will always do my best to protect you and keep you safe from now on. I have never met anyone like you in the entire world, and I want you to know how special you are,” he said. I nodded, not really grasping what he was trying to say, which he saw when I yawned, so he helped me stand up, pulled back the blanket and was just reaching to help me sit back down when I threw my arms around him and said, “JK, you are so amazing at everything you do and I know you won’t admit it, but you saved my life today and for that I will always be grateful. I know I’ve been weird today because of the meds, but please let me be your friend when I’m normal so we can laugh together!” He smiled to himself, hugged me tight, smelled my hair, whispered to himself in Korean, then replied quietly, “You see things other miss, so of course I am your friend for life. Don’t worry- I know you will be different once the meds wear off, but you are still wonderful and kind. Maybe one day we can be more than friends.” I didn’t catch the last part because he was distracted by the medics arriving with my nighttime meds and I willingly let him help me lay down, get the IV in, then cuddle me while I fell asleep.

The next thing I know, it’s morning and I’m not in the same bed I started in, which surprised me somehow… I was now on a mattress on the floor, with the IV gone, Jimin behind me, JK facing me, V behind him, and another mattress directly above my head, with Joon, Jin, JHope and Yoongi sleeping on it. How the mattresses got on the floor and how I got moved was beyond me, as well as how the guys all ended up with me in a different room. I opened my eyes, looked around, didn’t understand what was happening, but then saw my bandaged right hand, felt my sore cheek, then blinked my eyes, which were open now, but felt weird somehow, and felt how sore my poor nose was. Sheesh, I was a spicy disaster, and I wanted to see what I looked like, so I tried to turn on my back carefully and quietly, but JK’s eyes popped open the second I moved, saw me, smiled, then saw my face and frowned. I thought it was because he was reacting to me, not the injuries, so I instantly felt tears form, which he saw, and sat up, helping me sit up, then helped me stand and guided me to the new bathroom.

He stood me in front of the mirror and pointed to my reflection as he whispered, “I was not frowning at you sweetheart, just frowning at all of your injuries and thinking about how I wish I could take them all away from you somehow.” I followed his pointing- my eyes had dark bruises under them, my left cheek had the outline of a hand in a bruise form, and my upper lip was now puffy from the damage to my nose yesterday. Ugh. I covered my face with my hands and cried out in horror, not loudly, just enough for him to wrap me in a tight hug and assure me, “Don’t worry, it won’t make us think any differently of you. In fact, it might make some of us like you more because of how brave you have been. You never even complained once or blamed anyone.” I peeked up at his wild hair, handsome face, and kind eyes, then buried my face in his neck, embarrassed by what he said and by how attracted to him I was, since I knew he was never going to give a regular girl like me a chance. He laughed at my dramatic reply, then kissed the top of my head, saying, “You are truly special, and I hope I get to keep you in my life for a long time.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I kept hiding my face until he heard someone else moving around, then left me alone to use the bathroom while he went to check on them. I did, then washed my good hand and attempted to tame my own wild hair, but I couldn’t find my pony holder anywhere, so I just left my hair alone. I opened the door to find him standing there, grinning, then he proceeded to pick me up, spin me around, hug me tight, and kiss both my cheeks, then say, “You are still so cute. I want to keep you in my pocket for travel and keep me happy.” I smiled, a bit perplexed, but happy to hear he didn’t care what I looked like at least.

JK let go, then took my hand and led me to the main living area. He sat me down on the couch, then let the medics in- he had called them while I was in the bathroom because he wanted to make sure my injuries were healing properly. The police officer was also going to be arriving soon, since they needed follow up photos showing how severe the injuries were for the police report. I allowed the medics to check my face, wincing multiple times in pain, then saying I would let them do an IV after I spoke with the police officer because I wanted to be clear in my mind this time, not foggy like last time. They agreed, and focused on my right arm, unwinding the bandage carefully and gently taking off the gauze. It looked worse than yesterday because now there was bruising around the cut, which they knew the officer would want to document.

I could not look at my arm because the one time I did, I got so dizzy, I had to lie down on the floor, which actually had a soft rug, so I was happy. The officer arrived shortly after, taking new photos, asking me to clarify a few things which I was able to do now that I was not medicated. The medics fixed up my arm again, carefully rewrapping it, which is how the other guys found me, on the floor, surrounded by medics, police, Jimin, and JK, so they thought something new had happened and came rushing over. JK quickly explained that everything was fine, I was just being checked on, and the officer was updating the report. Once everyone had calmed down, they started making coffee and tea, then the officer left, the medics left, and I was still lying on the floor, super dizzy, wishing I could melt and disappear because I was so embarrassed about being hurt still.

JK was sitting on the couch, where he had been holding my good hand, but now he slid carefully next to me, letting my legs drape over his lap, rubbing them and still holding my good hand, not saying anything, just being there to support me while I was dizzy, which he could see because I was also pale. My face looked horrible, so he really wanted me to get the IV, but he knew I would refuse until I absolutely couldn’t handle the pain anymore, so he did not try to argue with me. After about 15 minutes, he asked if I was ok to sit up, which I was, so he helped me sit right next to him, leaning on his shoulder, which Jimin took as a sign for him to rush over and sit on my other side, rapidly talking to me in Korean, while looking like he was the happiest person alive. I had no idea what he was saying, but I admired his enthusiasm, so I just stared at him, hoping he would run out of ideas or energy and stop talking long enough for me to ask him what he said. Joon was now sitting on the corner of the couch, trying to hide his laughter.

Joon saw my confusion, heard what Jimin was saying, then translated for me, in between gasps of air, “Jimin is saying how he thinks you can travel around with us, to all the cities in the world, so we can protect you and he will marry you to make sure you have a good life and he will make sure you have lots of your own clothes that are just as cute as you are so you never have to wear our ugly clothes again!” Joon was laughing so hard he didn’t notice my burning cheeks, thank goodness, as I was beyond embarrassed at this point. “I like wearing your guys’ clothes because I feel safe and loved in them because they were given with kindness. Also, Jimin cannot marry me,” I quietly said, just to Joon. He took several deep breaths and saw my face, then smiled and replied, “I know, of course he cannot marry you, but the fact that he’s offering because it will keep you from getting hurt again is so sweet- that’s why we love him! Wait- you feel loved in our clothes?”

I was hoping he wouldn’t hear that part, but clearly, he did, so I refused to look up at him, my cheeks already burning, but then JK said something, causing me to look up at him, so he teased me about blushing, which made them all rush over and I seriously wanted to melt into the carpet right then and there. JK understood I was embarrassed, he just didn’t know what about, so he quickly shooed the others away, then put his arm around my shoulders and said, “Whenever you are ready, you can tell me whatever is bothering you.”