A story in which Kim (Y/N) was sitting in a coffee shop one day and was scouted by a K-pop entertainment company employee. " Hello there my name is Kim Ara I work for a company called Big-Hit Entertainment, and we're looking for new talent to create...
"Your decision? As in you all talked about it without me?" I shouted, I could feel my face growing red with every passing second, with my hands balled into fists. I wasn't going to swing, but the feeling of my fingernails digging into my palm distracted me from the anger. "Look, it was something that was sprung on us, and you were going through another one of your little episodes-" I abruptly cut Namjoon off. "Episodes? That's what you call whatever I've been going through? Little episodes. I can't believe you! Maybe I should have left!" Yoongi suddenly stepped forward with wide eyes. "You don't mean that. Neither of you does, now hug and make up like you always do-"
"No. You all had a choice in this, and I had nothing to do with it. I'm in this group too, believe it or not, and I am until we renew our contracts, and if you guys don't want to include me, then so be it. From now on, we all have a strictly co-worker relationship." A chorus of gasps erupted from each of them. I could feel the regret of my words creeping up, but I pushed it back by letting out a deep sigh and grabbing my belongings. "I'll sleep on the couch from now on. Jimin, the room is all yours." There was silence for a few moments until Taehyung's voice broke it, "Why are you being like this? Every time there's an inconvenience, you act like the victim." I flung my bag back down to the floor while walking up to him, "Because, you all made a decision that, believe it or not, greatly affects me. If we disband, you all have a family to go back to. Even if they didn't support you at first, what do I have? Who do I have? No one. That's why I'm acting like this, because as dramatic as I can be, you guys are the closest thing I have to family. I don't even have a home to go back to!" Silence filled the room; not even the staff nearby could be heard. None of them said anything, nor did they try to. They just continued packing their bags, acting as if none of this had ever happened.
Months passed since the argument, and there was no telling where the future was going to take us. Months passed, and I still hadn't talked to any of the members unless there was a camera nearby. Interviews, fan meetings, birthdays, promotions, even a concert teaser, and nothing. Now, it was time for us to shoot numerous music videos in the span of such a short time.
"You've been off. Oddly professional around your little boy toys," Hanuel muttered under his breath as he sprayed some hairspray in my newly dyed pink hair before helping me adjust the small details of my outfit.
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