BTS; Hope For The Future

CHAPTER THREE

Friday morning, 7:42am

" Hello Producer Kim."

" Ms Jung Rin How are you this fine morning."

" I am doing good. Hope you are too. Anyway I am calling to say I'll be running late for practice today but the boys should there somewhat on time. I hope. Otherwise my son got into some trouble again so that's where am headed. I should be back by 8:30."

" Cool. Don't be too hard on your son."

" Hmm ... See you then produce Kim."
Phone call ended.

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8:30 am.

" Annyeonghaseyo producer Kim."

" Ohh. You're here. Annyeong."

" How come its so quiet in here?"

Producer Kim just smiled shaking head.
" Its amazing that you think those boys would actually be here at this time."

Ms. Jung Rin's face lit up with amusement, she actually chuckled abit.
" Let me call and ask them where they are."

The phone rang five times before the call was declined. She looked at her phone completely buffled. She called again. The bts dorm phone, the main phone was located right on the kitchen counter and it rang loud enough to wake even the dead. They didn't like it and rarely used it at all. There was utterly no way to deny hearing the phone ring.

" Hello.." She said putting the phone on speaker.

" BITCH WHAT THE FUCK...." The voice on the other side of the phone yelled out before she could hang up.

For a while, Ms Jung Rin stood there, eyes widened like as though someone had put her on pause. By the time she got out of her daze, it was clear that shit was about to go down.

Within twenty minutes of that call, Ms Jung Rin had already made her way to the BTS dorm and was viciously banging on their door.

" WHAT THE H...." The spark of anger and irritation that was building up in Suga's mind quickly died down at the sight of their raging manager. There was a sense of death in her eyes as she stared down at him just waiting for him to complete that sentence. Suga had never been more terrified by a look in his entire life. He backed a way slowly and wordlessly from the door gaining the attention of Jungkook and Taehyung who were the only ones in the room, eating breakfast, still in what looked like pajamas.

She walked in closing the door behind her. The look on her face forcing everyone to stand at attention. Jimin came walking in from the long hallway that connected all their bedrooms, fresh from the shower.

" Who answered the phone?"

No one moved, no one made a sound.

" I said..... WHO ANSWERED THE PHONE?"

The boys jumped back in fear as she yelled completely losing her cool.
She silently walked to the dining table setting her bag down before turning around and leaning against it.

She looked around the room, making eye contact with each of them before speaking again. Tension the room rose to impossible heights.

" So youre not even dressed."

Ms Jung Rin paused, thinking about what she could do for these boys to understand that she wasn't messing around. After a few moments, they watched in terror as she unbuckled her thick small white leather belt that held her blouse in place.

" Let me ask you for the last time.... Who... answered the phone?"

When no one replied, she made her way past Jimin to the empty hallway all the while doubling the belt and snapping it so it makes that loud cracking sound.
She walked through the hallway pushing every random door open looking for the remaining members.
She pushed one door open to find RM  sound asleep. She looked at him astonished and then gripped the belt even tighter causing her knuckles to turn white.
She marched in furious and ripped the blanket off the bed revealing a half dressed body sprawled in the sheets. He curled into a ball once a cold draft hit his skin. She stared at him angry, wondering whether to yell at him first or to hit him.