Dreaming of meeting her idol while working a fulltime job where she's constantly underestimated, she ends up being given a chance to show what she's capable of.
A once in a lifetime chance to finally show her boss that he's been wrong about her all...
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Michelle
"This is all your fault."
I can hear my father's voice. He sounds angry, just like last night when he told me to leave his home. The moment after I hear multiple voices yelling "Woahh!" And some shuffling around.
I open my eyes with a little effort and see the members of BTS together with my parents all gathered in my room. I see Jimin's tear-stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. Hobi is right behind him, his hands on his shoulder. Jungkook is in Jin's embrace while Yoongi and Namjoon have a hold on my father. My mother is standing in front of him, while Tae is standing protectively next to Jimin.
I don't know what's happening, but by the angered look on my father's face, I'm guessing he's blaming Jimin for my injuries. But the only one he's got to blame is himself. If he never told me to leave, I never would've gotten into that dumb accident. I don't know what happened to the driver, but whatever it is, he must be feeling bad for hitting me.
"It's not his fault." My voice sounds croaky as I speak up. My throat hurts a lot while speaking, but I can't let my father blame everything on my boyfriend and give him a guilty feeling for something he had nothing to do with.
The entire room falls silent and nine pairs of eyes are immediately focussing on me. Jimin is the first one to get up, he's holding my hand and pulls it to his chest as he stares at me with a sparkle in his eyes and a trembling lower lip. "Baby, please tell me you're a least a little okay. I'm so sorry this happened to you and that I wasn't there for you."
I shake my head but quickly stop and groan. "I'm fine, my face hurts and my wrist is broken, but I'm fine."
He shakes his head and a broken chuckle leaves his lips as he looks at me. "How can you possibly be fine? You must be hurting so bad.. I can't believe this happened to you."
"Baby, please don't blame yourself for this. You didn't do anything wrong. The only one who could have prevented from me being hit by a car is my father."
I focus on my father, the rage on his face washes away and is quickly replaced by hurt and confusion. "How could I possibly have saved you from getting hit by a fucking car? I was nowhere near you when this happened!"
My mother smiles as she understands where I'm going with this, so she turns to face my father and gives him the answer to his dumb-ass question. "Because you told her to leave. If you didn't let your anger take over, she could've been safely in her bed during the night instead of getting hit by a drunk driver and ending up in the hospital with all these damned injuries!"
