BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2013

Chapter 23- God

October 18th, 2013:

"Ok fine. I'm a reasonable man. Tell me, what actually happened since I obviously have the wrong information," Sejin says sarcastically and still seething.

"I wasn't upset at the fans. I was upset at the fact I couldn't interact with the boys at all. Well, I guess I was upset at that one fan that yelled at me when I was playing with that stuffy with Namjoon. But when I was yelling backstage, I was yelling more at the fact I have to act like I'm practically in a different group. I'm not even sure they heard that part though! When I stopped whispering I was talking about how I didn't want to be this perfect little girl anymore" I reply, trying to calm myself down.

"Well, I'm glad that you don't think you were yelling at fans, but that doesn't mean sh*t because that's not what fans and the media think. They think you've yelled at them for I don't know what. And as for the not wanting to be the 'perfect little girl', I thought we'd already talked about this. It. Is. What. You. Signed. Up. For," Sejin says spelling it out clearly for me.

"No, it's not! I signed up to sing and dance. Not to be manipulated and shaped into this impossible being," I snap back.

Sejin starts laughing while he started to drive.

"Y/N... this is crazy. You've messed up a lot, but this is by far the biggest. I honestly don't know how were going to deal with this," he says still snickering in disbelief.

"I haven't messed up a lot. I think I've actually done exceptionally well for the standards you're setting for me. I would actually like to see any other 15-year-old try to reach the expectations you have for me," I reply, no longer yelling, but with contempt still in my voice.

"I've been wondering the exact same thing you know, and I'm pretty sure a Korean girl would understand what we're asking of her. Taking you on as a Canadian was too much, you North Americans are too much like firecrackers," he says seriously.

"Then you should've! You have plenty at your disposal. Maybe you still can. Do it. Replace me, it's not like anyone likes me anyways. Try to find your little miss perfect. See which girl you can successfully break down and build back up to your liking!" I go back to yelling, tears finally making an appearance. The boys were all in pure shock at what was unfolding in front of them.

"That's enough!" Sejin shouts, pressing on the brakes harder than he needed to for the red light, sending us flinging forward slightly, "this pity party is over. I will discuss with the managers and Bang PD what to do with you on the train ride. Until then, keep that mouth firmly shut! I don't want to hear another word, or I swear to God Y/N," he shouts turning around to glare at me from the driver's seat.

His eyes were flames and he looked like if he could throw me out of the car right now, he would. However, I wanted so badly to talk back. I was already in the most trouble I had ever been, nothing I could say now would really put me in any more incredible trouble.

"Aren't you God? You know, being a man and all... you sure act like it," I murmur, staring out the window. It sure felt like he was the God of my life.

I know Sejin heard, but he obviously chose to ignore my comment and only huff angrily in response.