After almost six years of training, Hanuel is finally debuting as a solo artist. While overcoming obstacles of mistreatment and financial strain she has worked hard to prove her determination and dedication to her craft. Also wants to give back the...
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Me, SeoYeon, and my manager. All of us walking into the Big Hit building. It was taken from far away and of a crappy quality. Usually you wouldn’t be able to tell it’s me but my recent infamy made others look closer at my otherwise inconspicuous attire.
I knew coming here was a bad idea.
“Gahh! Why can’t just one thing work out!” I yelled into the void of the empty car. SeoYeon had stormed into my apartment and rushed me here. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately? I can't decide right now, leaving Sagwa behind. She told me not to leave the car as she practically flew out. Curiously looking online, even if I knew I shouldn’t, led me to almost 20 minutes of screaming until all the air left my body.
Anger.
Anger is all I feel at the moment. My skin burns as goose bumps raise and my throat aches and stings with the curses spilling from it.
A knock on my window leads to more screaming, from both parties involved, “Ahh!” Though his was deeper and gruffer. Mine turned into a pathetic squeak as I immediately recognized the CEO of Big Hit, Hit Man Bang, Bang Si-Hyuk, a man of many names to be honest but all of them recognisable.
A kind eye smile greets me from behind round glasses. Bowing slightly he gestures for me to get out of the car. Collecting my things I follow suit. “Hello Lee-ssi, you have been out here for too long. Why don’t you come inside?” The question is more of a polite command as he already begins walking to the elevators connecting the underground parking lot to the main building.
“Umm, CEO-nim,” I mumble but don’t have the courage to finish.
“No need to worry Lee-ssi, you aren’t in trouble. I just don’t think it's very fun to sit in a car alone,” stepping inside he holds the elevator door open. I nodded and silently wondered how long he heard me screaming. “My friends will keep you company while we figure this out,” a ding and silver doors open to the third floor. A new floor for me, where the production studios are held as well as BTS'.
CEO Bang, waits for me to step into the hallway before leading me. Clean white walls give enough that we walk side by side. Stopping outside a recording studio he knocks on the glass panel. A heavy click is heard as the soundproof door opens to us. “PD-Nim! And-,” Jungkook starts but freezes as his doe eyes land on me.
Taking a huge step back I hid behind the stout man that led me here. This has got to be a pit stop right? Telling them something before taking me somewhere else. Yeah. That's all it is. He must know they hate me by now. Maybe more now?
Taehyung says he doesn’t but I can’t bring myself to fully trust that, “Kook-ah? Who’s at the door?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Standing behind the maknae Taehyung greets, “Good moring PD-nim.” his voice is deep but it’s got an edge to it today.
My shield waves in greeting to the two men, “Morning boys, I have someone I want you all to take care of today. As you know-” his voice strains a tiny bit like he is trying hard to keep calm for a second, “-it’s been a rough morning for her.”
