"What's your relationship with both men?"
Cloey and I looked at each other with widened eyes and open mouths.
The image on the lock screen was a collage of selfies taken by the blonde man with Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and Hobi separately.
"He knows BTS," the both of us said in unison a bit too loud and excitedly.
The skinny asthmatic security guard groaned and while his breathing became even more labored, he didn't open his eyes.
Cloey visibly panicked upon seeing the security guard's chest heave up and down as he struggled to breathe, "The skinny one doesn't look too good."
I got out of the car, "We need to get them to a doctor."
I stuffed the phone in the pocket of my black booty shorts and opened the car door.
The security guard and the celebrity fell at my feet and I could feel Cloey's glare burning through my forehead from the other side of the car.