His Butterfly

Chapter 19

"I'm here to see BTS." I said to lady even though she couldn't understand. I pulled out my I.D. and she told me the room. I thanked her and went down the many hallways, passed a few coworkers and finally to the room the boys were occupying.

*knock knock* Suga opened the door. "Oh Ren, come in. What doing here?" He asked and opened the door wider for me. I smiled and walked in, "Well, I made lunch for all your hard work and to make sure you aren't overworking. I hope there is enough." I said and looked at the large tote bag all the containers were in. "Let me help." He said and took the bag from my hand. He brought it to the coffee table where everyone except Jungkook was sitting at. I looked into the little recording booth to see the maknae singing his little golden heart out. I wish I could hear him, his voice is so magical, it gives me the chills. "Eat up!" I said after I laid everything out. A chorus of thank yous and other words I can't understand were strung out of their mouths. I smiled and watched them all eat happily.

They devoured the food and they all had full stomachs, "Ren, come with me." Rap Monster said as he stood up. I nodded and walked with Rap Monster into a part of the booth with the controls to make music. "So, what's up?" I asked, clearly aware that there was a window behind me and all the others were watching us. "Well, I really want to write this song based on you, but since I don't know too much other than the accident and what you told me. Could you possibly tell me about yourself and experiences that make you the person you are now?" Rap Monster asked.

"Of course, I guess I could start with my childhood. In my family of four, I was the first one born, the one my younger brother was supposed to look up to. I'm one year older than him, so I always made sure to look after him. We went to school together for a little while and then I had to leave him but I always made sure he wasn't bullied and had nice friends. He was the cutest thing I've never seen any kid such like him. One day I was out with a few of my friends just doing weird high schooler stuff when I saw him with a few people but they weren't his normal crowd. I stood by for a little bit as they talked and when I saw that one pulled out a bag of white substance, I left. I went straight home and waited for him in his room. He ended not coming home that night so I just spent the night in his room. The next morning the police knocked on our door with my brother in their arms with bloodshot eyes and drooling. They said they found him in an empty parking lot shouting, someone had complained about the noise. They saw him as a stupid teenager and luckily my stupid brother wasn't too far gone and was able to tell them our address. Since that day, my parents started to care less and less and just became empty inside. They were so worn down that it didn't matter what we did anymore. It didn't matter to them that my brother got high and went on a walk in the middle of night. It didn't matter that he thought it was a good idea to walk in the middle of the road, it didn't matter that he still hasn't woken up. It doesn't matter that m-my baby brothe-er is has been in the hos-spital for four years in a brain dead sleep." I said and I had to take a small break to stop myself from loosing it.

Rap Monster just stayed quiet and listened to my story as I ranted about my parents. He placed a hand on my shoulder and told me it was alright, I don't have to continue, but I need to. I have to, I need to get this built up anger and frustration out of my system.

I sniffled but continued, "Sorry, so one day I just couldn't handle the craziness and hopped onto a bus to LA, my mom only called about two days later wondering where I was. I said I wasn't going to come back until Leo wakes up, until then I was going to do what I can to make my dreams  possible. Leo always believed that I could achieve my dreams if I just tried. I did my makeup school in honor of him. Everything I did in that class I did for him."  I said to him. He just nodded and then started writing. "Well, how about you tell me about your experience in LA?" He suggested after writing a few things down.