⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 01
Chapter 01 | volunteer work⌟
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"I swear, I don't even know how I allowed you to talk me into doing this." You pulled on the collar of your hoodie, feeling yourself growing anxious as you stood outside the double doors of a large stadium.
"Because you owed me and I owed someone else. Kinda handled two things at once, ya' know?" The voice of your best friend, Seora, comes out faintly through the phone pressed up against your ear.
"Yeah, and I thought you'd cash in the favor by me buying you ATEEZ merch or some food, not use it to come and do someone else's job for them." You hissed into the device, a bit frustrated at how nonchalant she sounded. "I can literally go to jail for employment fraud."
"If you stick to the plan, act the part, you won't get caught~"
You sighed in a mixture of annoyance and disappointment as you rubbed the bridge of your nose. "Okay, whatever. What am I supposed to do again?"
"Just walk up to the desk, say you're Han Ji-yoo and one of the volunteers. Hand 'em that ticket stub, and boom! You're good. And don't stress too much; I'll be there in like an hour." As Seora tried quelling your fears, you looked down at your watch only for it to read eight o'clock in the morning; it was time.
After wrapping up your goodbye with your friend, as well as threatening to choke her if you got caught, you hung up the phone, placing it in your pocket.
Taking one more deep breath, you made your way inside the stadium. Walking up to one of the booths, you politely knocked on the window to catch the teller's attention. "What can I do to help you?"
"Um, hi? My name is Han Ji-yoo and I'm one of the volunteers for the BTS concert that's being held today." You knew you must have looked sketchy by the way you kept fidgeting in place.
"Ticket, please?" The teller spoke with a polite smile.
"Oh, right. Just a sec." Fumbling in your hoodie pocket, you took out the ticket Seora gave you, sliding it through the slot.
The teller's eyes were narrowed as he looked down to observe the authentication of the ticket.
You were sweating bullets as you waited for something to happen.
Oh, Gods. Oh, Gods. Oh, Gods. I'm screwed! He knows I'm not Ji-yoo! I'm gonna go to jail and become someone's prison bitchㅡ
Your dramatic and hectic thoughts were disrupted by the teller's voice. "Okay Ms. Han, if you'd just sign here to document your attendance, I'll go fetch your badge." With that, you forged Ji-yoo's signature, something Seora made sure you learned to do, and the teller left the window to get the badge.
As soon as the man was out of sight, you squatted down to the floor, hands on your head as you prayed to any and all the Gods above. You can't believe you just committed identity fraud and got away with it.
Too deep into your miniature breakdown, you didn't notice the teller's reappearance. "Ms. Han?"
You jumped up at once, nearly giving the teller a heart attack. "Hello, sorry, I was tying my shoe."
Clearing his throat, the teller slid the badge through the slot. "Here's your badge, Ms. Han. Be sure to always have this in view around your neck so you aren't mistaken as trespassing," he gave you a laminated card hooked onto a long cord. "Just go down this hallway and turn left when you reach the intersection. There should be a sign on a metal door showcasing the point of where the volunteers go."
"Thank you, have a nice day," you told the teller, picking up the badge and placing it around your neck. You then followed the teller's instructions, arriving at the room in less than ten minutes.
The moment you walked inside, there was a woman that asked to see your badge. "Ms. Han, here is the map as well as your schedule for today." She then handed you two sheets of paper. "You will be located in Group C. Your task, along with the other volunteers of the group, will be to set up the room in which the fan-meeting will be held."
"A fan-meeting?" You looked up, confused at what you heard. "I didn't know there would be a fan meeting after the concert."
The woman gave you a polite smile as if already expecting your response. "This information was withheld from the volunteers to ensure that it wouldn't be leaked out to the public and cause too much chaos."
You nodded your head in understanding. "So where do I go again?"
"Group C is over there by the double doors."
After thanking her, you briskly made your way over to the group of people; there were about twenty in total, a little less than you were inspecting.
"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Kim Sang-hun and today I will be your group leader for Group C." An averaged height male with fading-grey hair stood at the front of the group with a bright smile on his face. "If Mrs. Lee didn't already explain, our task as Group C is to prepare and decorate the room for the fan-meeting that will be held after today's concert." Sang-hun did a bit more explaining as well as answered a few people's questions before telling us all to follow him towards the room where the fan meeting would be held.
Your group walked for a bit before stopping at a metal door that led to a room the size of a high school library with a bunch of white and purple decorations, chairs, and posters sitting in a corner.
"Alright, group." Sang-hun clapped to catch everyone's attention, "Let's get to it."
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Time seemed to move by quickly as you found yourself immersed within the tasks you were given; as soon as you were finished with one thing, you were immediately assigned anotherㅡit was oddly satisfying.
Other than that, you surprisingly found yourself talking and laughing a bit with those around you.
Growing up, you weren't an outgoing child; this often led to you having trouble socializing with others your own age. Honestly, it was a miracle that you and Seora managed to become friends, seeing as she was the complete opposite of you, so you were a bit happy to be able to converse a little with the other volunteers, even if the conversations were no more than four or five minutes long.
The sound of talking and the scraping of chairs filled the room as dozens of people moved about, decorating the room for the upcoming fan-meeting.
Instead of out there with the other volunteers hanging up posters or blowing up balloons, you were seated in a corner tying up purple steamers.
"Hey, Ji-yoo." You continued to knot the streamers together, forgetting that you were posing as Han Ji-yoo; you only remembered when the person repeated the name as well as giving you a tap on the shoulder.
"Huh?" When you looked up, you were greeted by a pretty brunette girl, who was pale with hazel eyes, and had her hair cascading over the side of her neck in waves; her badge read Kim Alex.
"Hi, my name is Alex and I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but there's a girl named Seora looking for you."
You perked up at the mention of your best friend, "Really? Where is she?" You leaned over, trying to see if you'd see her behind Alex.
"She's not here, she's actually in my group, Group F," Alex spoke, seeing your actions. "I just thought I'd let you know since I was asked to tell Group C that it was lunchtime and noticed that you were one of the few that didn't move."
You nodded your head in understanding as you saw other people from your group leaving their spots and walking out of the room. Following suit, you put down the things you were working on, got up, and followed the others, with Alex right behind you.
"So how did you know I was the one she was looking for?" You asked the brunette, wanting to start a conversation.
Alex scratched the back of her neck in a sort of sheepish way. "Seora actually came into the room about an hour ago exclaiming loudly if anyone knew where Lin Y/N. When no one knew what she was talking about, she went on to describe the person wearing an oversized red hoodie. Someone then told her that no one by that name was a volunteer and that there was a Han Ji-yoo in Group C that fit that description," she explained as the two of you walked down a long hallway with the others. "She apologized and then asked me to pass you the message when I went to fetch Group C."
When Alex finished her explanation, you wanted to both rub your face in exasperation and strangle Seora for unintentionally revealing your identity. "Ha, Seora's such a jokester sometimes." you forcefully laughed with a smile.
Soon enough, you all reached the luncheon area.
"Ji-yoo! Over here!" There, by the table filled with boxed sandwiches, was Seora.
You turned to smile at Alex, "Thanks for giving me Seora's message. Hope you have a good rest of the day," you told the brunette before walking over to deal with your headache.
As soon as you made it to Seora's side, you gave her a swift punch in the side.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" she hissed, rubbing her side.
"You got me to pretend to be someone else only to reveal my real damn name? What sense does that make?"
Your agitation only grew once you saw the sheepish expression on her face. ""Heh, my bad. It slipped. Got caught in the moment."
Sucking on your teeth, you just shook your head, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just go get something to eat before you expose me anymore," you told the girl, walking past her to grab a boxed lunch.
"I said I was sorry," she whined, trailing behind you.
*** Like I said in the Blurb, this will be my final and last time re-writing this book.
As time passed and as I grew as a writer, I found that my previous form of writing (this book, lol) was HORRIBLE. Like how did y'all even read this shit!? Y'all wrong for not telling me this was trash 🤣🤣.
But yeah, I will be re-doing everything, as well as fixing plot holes and giving the Taehyung romance that was not given the first time around.
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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 00
Chapter 00 | Blurb⌟
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As you ran, your lungs began to burn with the effort of your escape. The shouts of the security guard echoed behind you, growing fainter yet still filled with determination and a persistent threat that spurred you on. ❝Someone stop her!❞
Despite the panic that coursed through you, a part of you couldn't help but relish in the distance you had put between yourself and the pursuing guard.
Against better judgment, you couldn't help but throw a victorious smile over your shoulder, only to be met with a silent, empty hallway. For a second, you grew confident that you might just make it out of all of this unscathed.
Your confidence only grew the moment you spotted a sign ahead pointing towards the rear exit of the building. Freedom was just around the corner, literally. You quickened your pace, the taste of victory on your tongue.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans. As you rounded the last corner, your world suddenly collided with an unexpected obstacle. The impact was immediate and unforgiving; you found yourself tumbling to the ground, face-first. ❝Shit,❞ you hissed through gritted teeth, the pain sharp in your nose.
❝Ooh, that looked like it hurt. Are you okay?❞ A deep voice asked, cutting through the haze of your pain as you struggled to push yourself up onto your knees.
Looking up, your gaze met that of a blue-haired male, his face partially obscured by a black facemask, his hair sticking out from beneath a beanie. He extended his hand for you to grab.
❝Yeah, I'm good. Thanks,❞ you managed, accepting his help with a small bow; the gesture was automatic, a sign of gratitude even as your mind raced with the need to escape. ❝Sorry about running into you, by the way.❞
❝It's alright, no harm done,❞ he assured you, his voice soothing in its steadiness.
But before you could fully express your thanks, the distant shout of a guard broke the brief respite. ❝I think she went this way. Check this hall.❞ The warning was clear; your time was running out.
Forcing a smile, you turned back to the blue-haired stranger, the urgency of your situation clear. ❝I'm sorry once again, and thanks for helping me up, but I gotta go. Important adult things to do, you know?❞ Your words were rushed, a feeble attempt to mask the desperation that clung to every syllable.
As you made to leave, his hand on your shoulder stopped you. His grip was firm, yet not unkind, drawing your attention to the red jacket clutched in your arms. ❝Wait. Is that my hoodie?❞
You only had to pretend to be someone else because you owed a favor.
So why are you now fighting tooth and nail to reclaim your most prized possession from someone who can probably buy a thousand of themㅡheck, one of which can even be made in Gucci?
You shouldn't have been so careless at the BTS fan meeting and now you're paying the price; still, you won't rest until you get your hoodie back, even if you have to fight an idol to do so.
╭─↬ ❗𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆❗ ↫─╮
There will be mentions/descriptive scenes of the following:
╭ ⁞ ❏. Language
┊ ⁞ ❏. Stalker-Like Tendencies
┊ ⁞ ❏. Toxic/Manipulative Behavior
┊ ⁞ ❏. Alcohol Usage
┊ ⁞ ❏. Racial Remarks/ Prejudice
┊ ⁞ ❏. Anxiety Attacks
┊ ⁞ ❏. Koreaboo/ "Transracial"
┊ ⁞ ❏. Employment Fraud (lol)
Lol, I don't know if I got them all, so if you see anything I didn't list, come back and comment right here so I can add them to the list later ➡
Enjoy (•͈˽•͈)
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