Who is she?

In the spacious hall, Jimin was seated on the floor, the glow of a laptop illuminating his focused expression. The low table before him held the device like a modern altar, while behind him, Suga and J-Hope lounged on the couch, their silhouettes bathed in the screen's soft light.

The rhythmic clatter of keys punctuated the silence, a testament to their productivity.

Without shifting his gaze from the laptop, Suga's voice broke the quiet, a note of satisfaction in his tone. "It's going well," he remarked, his plam resting on jimin's shoulder.

J-Hope leaned back, allowing the cushions to embrace him. A contented smile played on his lips as he observed the trending metrics on the screen. "Yeah, it's trending just as we planned," he agreed, the pride in their work evident in his voice.

Jimin, his eyes scanning the article with meticulous care, pondered their next move. "Should I check the comments from ARMY?" he mused aloud, considering the bond they shared with their fans. His cursor hovered over the comment icon, a gateway to the voices of countless supporters.

The tranquility of the hall was abruptly disrupted by the click of the doorknob. As the door swung open, all eyes instinctively turned toward the sound. Jungkook entered, his countenance shadowed with a gravity that seemed to cast a pall over the room.

He slumped onto the couch, the burden of his thoughts anchoring him heavily to the cushions. Across the room, Jimin, Suga, and J-Hope shared a silent, empathetic glance, their concern for their youngest member reflected in their solemn expressions.

Breaking the silence, Jimin's voice carried a gentle concern. "Ahm... Jin hyung briefed me about the accident. How's the ARMY girl doing now?" he inquired, his brows furrowed with worry.

Jungkook's gaze remained distant, fixed on some unseen point above as he recalled the doctor's grim words. "She's in a coma," he murmured, the heaviness in his voice mirroring his downcast expression.

"There's been no response from her body so far. It's hard to say when she'll wake up," he confessed, the words leaving a bitter taste.

A soft, sympathetic sigh slipped from Suga, the simple utterance "Ohh..." hanging heavily in the air, echoing their collective anxieties.

However, a flicker of vitality suddenly ignited within Jungkook, and he sat up, his demeanor transforming as a hopeful gleam sparked in his eyes. "No, wait-there is improvement!" he declared, correcting himself with a newfound vigor.

He turned to his bandmates, his voice took on an animated tone, reminiscent of a child recounting an exciting school day to his parents, "You know, hyung...," he began, and spilled out everything the doctor had shared about her rapidly healing injuries.

Jimin's eyes widened, his voice tinged with a mix of humor and disbelief. "What's that!" he burst out, unable to suppress his astonishment. "Is she some kind of superhuman or what???" The words lingered in the air, echoing the group's shared sense of wonder at the extraordinary news.

Jungkook, however, remained nonchalant, his voice even and indifferent. "I don't know about superhuman," he mused, "but she definitely super rich!"

J-Hope's brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh??" he uttered, his voice trailing off as he tried to piece together the puzzle.

With a hint of pride, Jungkook leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of his revelation. "You know what, hyung! She has a necklace from GLANCE 'A' brand!" he announced, his triumph unmistakable.

Jimin's laughter rang out, filled with skepticism. "What a joke! There's no such brand! The top tier for GLANCE is 'BCD'. Didn't Tae buy a 'BCD' ring last time?" He shot a glance at Suga, seeking validation for his disbelief.

Suga, ever the voice of reason, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and that ring was called 'Inamorata's Embrace'," he confirmed, his steady tone grounding the conversation.

Jungkook's lips twisted into a sly grin, his eyes shimmering with a mischievous glint. "I knew you guys would never believe me," he teased, his voice laced with playful triumph. With a flourish that seemed to slow time, he drew a necklace from his pocket.

"Take a look for yourselves." The piece glistened in his palm, its mere presence a challenge to their disbelief, an invitation to embrace the extraordinary.

Beside him, J-Hope's hand, trembling with a cocktail of anticipation and disbelief, reached out to grasp the necklace. He brought it closer, his eyes scanning the intricate details, widening as the reality set in. Jimin and Suga leaned over, their attention riveted on the pendant nestled in J-Hope's palm.

"Holy shit!" J-Hope's voice broke through the silence, a mix of awe and shock coloring his exclamation. His eyes mirrored the magnitude of his astonishment, reflecting the shared surprise of the group.

Jimin, initially skeptical, turned to J-Hope, his expression morphing from doubt to astonishment as the reality of the situation dawned on him. The words fell from his lips almost involuntarily, a reflection of the shock that gripped him.

"What the fuck! Is this actually GLANCE 'A' brand?!" he asked, his voice laced with incredulity, his eyes never leaving the necklace that seemed to defy all expectations.

"Pass it here," Suga's voice cut in, calm yet commanding. He extended his hand, his fingers closing around the necklace as he took it from a still-stunned J-Hope.

They each examined the necklace in turn, their eyes scrutinizing the piece, half-expecting the illusion to shatter. Yet, as they looked on, the reality of the opulent jewel only became more concrete.

Jungkook's gaze swept over his hyungs, a smug smile playing on his lips as he reveled in the impact of his revelation. The satisfaction was clear in the triumphant arch of his brow.

Their collective enchantment with the necklace was abruptly interrupted by the piercing chime of the doorbell. With a swift stride, Jungkook approached the door, swinging it open to reveal a young man, his features strained with urgency.

"Oh! Mr. Kang, you're here. Please, come in," Jungkook greeted him, stepping aside with a welcoming gesture.

J-Hope, quick to pick up on Mr. Kang's knitted brow, voiced his concern with a furrowed forehead. "What brings you here in such a hurry, Mr. Kang?"

Mr. Kang's voice trembled with the weight of his news. "There's been an issue, sir! Haven't you seen the latest article about the concert?" he asked, his eyes darting anxiously between the members.

Jimin, his expression a blend of confusion and confidence, reassured him, "We just did. It's all going well, with everyone abuzz about Jungkook's girlfriend and #whoisshe? trending at the top!"

But Mr. Kang was not swayed, his polite demeanor underscored by a note of seriousness. "Yes, sir, but that's not what I'm referring to," he clarified, prompting a deeper concern.

Suga, his desire for clarity evident, leaned in. "Spell it out, Mr. Kang." He demanded succinctly, his gaze piercing.

With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, Mr. Kang relented. "Sir, a certain female idol is facing a barrage of hate and attacks on social media by ARMYs," he revealed, the gravity of the situation hanging heavily in the air.

Upon hearing this, Jimin's fingers flew across the keyboard, his search for articles fueled by urgency. True to Mr. Kang's words they discovered that female idols who had previously worked with Jungkook were now targets of vitriolic comments.

Suga's reaction was visceral, his voice rising in a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the fuck is going on!" The air was thick with their collective dismay.

Jungkook's eyes remained fixed on the screen, as if he had anticipated this. "I think it's time for the next step," he stated, his expression solemn yet determined.

"Don't worry, Mr. Kang," Jungkook continued, his voice firm with resolve, "We'll turn this in a teachable moment for our ARMY. The ordeal you faced won't be repeated."

Jimin's voice was sincere as he added, "We're truly sorry for the distress you've experienced, Mr. Kang."

Mr. Kang, however, shook his head, his voice embodying a gentle firmness. "Please, don't apologize, sirs. It wasn't your fault, and it's not fair to blame the entire ARMY. Many Army are actively defending those female idols against the hate,"

He pointed out, his words a reminder of the positive side of the fandom.

Suga's smile emerged, one of genuine admiration. "And we are immensely proud of Those ARMYs," he acknowledged, his pride in their fans evident.

Jungkook's gaze was unwavering, his instructions to Mr. Kang clear and resolute. "Go and make a post stating that my girlfriend is NOT a K-pop idol," he directed.

"Yes, sir," Mr. Kang responded, and with a nod of understanding, he turned and departed. Mr. Kang's departure left a contemplative silence in his wake, the members absorbed in the weight of the recent revelations.

The quiet was suddenly broken by Jin's voice, filled with surprise as he entered the hall with RM. "Oh! You all are gathered here already!" he exclaimed, his eyes sweeping over the group.

RM, with a thoughtful expression, made his way to the couch and settled in beside Jungkook. "How long do you plan to stay here?" he asked, a hint of concern in his tone. "Hasn't the construction of your new villa finished?"

Jungkook offered a nod, his face a mix of resignation and practicality. "Yes, it's completed. But organizing my belongings will take some time, and our schedule is packed. I'll just stay here a bit longer," he explained, his voice betraying a hint of fatigue from the relentless pace of their lives.

Jungkook had taken up temporary residence in the company's building, his days filled with teaching dance to new trainees. A few months ago, when strange parcels began arriving at his place, he had made the decision to move here for safety.

Jin's curiosity then turned to another member of their group. "When is Taehyung coming back?" he inquired, looking around the room.

Jimin, who had been following the conversation closely, replied without hesitation, "He'll return tomorrow, hyung." His statement was matter-of-fact, a simple truth amidst the complexity of their lives.

As soon as the fan meeting had concluded, Tae had jetted off to Tokyo to immerse himself in the world of fashion, his presence at the event as much a statement as the clothes on display.

A moment passed before RM spoke again, his gaze fixed on Jungkook with a mixture of concern and resolve. "Are you planning to visit that ARMY girl in the hospital tomorrow?" he asked.

Jungkook's nod was firm, his decision made. RM, satisfied with the response, continued, "Okay, then tomorrow I'll send the fake identity we've prepared for the ARMY girl. Use that to fill out the hospital form."

"Okay, hyung," Jungkook agreed, his voice low but resolute. The plan was set, and with it, a path forward was charted, one that would navigate the delicate balance between their public personas and the private lives entangled with their fame.

Suga's expression shifted, a single eyebrow arching in question. "Why a fake identity?" he probed, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern.

RM's response was tinged with a trace of frustration. "Because we haven't been able to discover who she is," he admitted, the annoyance at the situation evident in his tone.

Jimin's bewilderment was clear as day. "What do you mean by that, hyung?" he asked, seeking clarity amidst the confusion.

With a sigh that seemed to carry the fatigue of countless sleepless nights, RM elaborated, "It means she wasn't captured on any CCTV camera, nor is she on the list of attendees from the fan meeting."

Jungkook's voice, colored with a hint of enigma, added to the mystery. "It's as if she appeared out of nowhere, and now nobody knows who she is!" he said, his words hanging in the air like a riddle waiting to be solved.

J-Hope's murmur was soft, almost to himself. "It sounds familiar," he said, a distant look in his eyes.

Jin, with a slow nod, echoed the sentiment. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," he agreed, his mind seemingly piecing together a puzzle from the past.

Jimin's gaze was locked on the necklace cradled in his palm, his thoughts deep and introspective. "Destiny is playing with us," he mused, the irony not lost on him.

"We tasked ARMY with finding out about Jungkook's girlfriend, which is now trending as #whoisshe, and now destiny has handed us the same task-to find out who the ARMY girl is." He paused, his eyes lingering on the necklace, the symbol of an enigma they were all entwined in.

"Who is she?" he whispered, the question more than a query- it was a challenge to the fates.