Don't Judge So Fast (Hiatus)

Chapter 1

Your POV:

I was inside of one of my favorite studios with my guitar and my notebook. Writing songs was extremely easy to me, just like breathing. Every single word of your day life can become a good song. People like cheesy stuff. You don't even need to mean anything, they will find some sense to it if you just write it beautifully. But since I was in the middle of creation I didn't like to be interrupted, so the knock on the door caught me a little by surprise. I was famous for my anger attacks, so I thought this might be important.

Well, it was the CEO personal secretary. She was a very tall and elegant woman and intensely polite which you wouldn't expect her to be. But she never actually looked for me herself, this is new.

"(Y/N), would you mind coming with me please?" She was halfway inside the room, like she was in a hurry.

"Where?" I said already putting away my stuff.

"To the CEO's office. He wants to talk to you."

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I followed her into his office thinking what the hell was going on. I never passed his secretary's desk so I was surprised that behind the door that she keeps taking care of like a guard is actually a long corridor with a lot of rooms. Some are personal studios, some are meeting rooms and there are two huge bathrooms, for guys and girls.

The last door was obviously his office, and it could fit 3 times my living room. That's why he has the whole floor for himself. He was sitting behind the table with a tux, he had a meeting then. His elbows were resting on the table and his smile was hidden behind his entwined fingers. He was gazing at me like I was some sort of animal that he wanted to domesticate but was afraid of scaring away. It was uncomfortable but I sensed that I could refuse whatever he was trying to sell, so I relaxed a little bit, I was curious after all.

"Hello (Y/N), long time no see." He said after his secretary closed the door and he motioned for me to take a sit.

"Hello sir, what brings me to the tower?" I threw myself in one of his cushion chairs. It was like a piece of heaven. I put my guitar aside and made myself home.

"Straight to business than" He said, still looking like I was going to run away.

"Sure thing. But you could at least stop looking at me like I am two steps from running away." I said tiredly. He laughed.

"You know, I almost didn't hire you because of your big mouth." I raised my eyebrows at that "But since you were a song factory and you were quiet if left alone I changed my mind. I'm glad I did" Thankfully his hands dropped and he looked at me like a person again.

"So what do you need? Changing the concept of the songs? You could've just send someone though, it would've saved you all this trouble"

"Actually I want you to personally do something for me" He said. The way his eyes never left mine was starting to freak me out. I was discreetly looking for something that I could use as a weapon if he decides to jump on me.

"What exactly would I have to do sir?" I sat straight now on the chair.

"Well, our boy group is causing some trouble" I stopped on my tracks, but didn't relax yet.

"What king of trouble?"

"They are missing schedules and practice, and they stopped writing songs and stuff, they are getting spoiled"

All of my worries just vanished and I was filled with anger. I hate spoiled people the most.

"So" He continued "Since you are the best we have in putting people into their places, I wanted to know if you could help me to put them back on tracks"

I didn't even think twice

"What do I have to do?"

He smile again, a relief one this time.

"How much do you oppose for drastic measurements?"

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I had to admit he had crossed the limits, but it was my fault. I said nothing is too drastic.

In my defense I wasn't really myself. No one understands how I hate when people throw away an amazing opportunity. That's why I'm here, outside of that group personal practice room, ready to knock on the door. It will only take two months though, I can handle this.

I heard them laughing really loudly when I knocked. Some guy's voice asked them to stop but they ignored him. He opened the door and I was greeted with an apologetic smile of Seokjin, but as soon as he recognized me his smile dropped and his eyes widened, like a was some sort of ghost. My reputation is still on check.

He turned to look behind his shoulder, still holding the door.

"Guys, stop it right now, we have a guest"

The tone of his voice was more incisive and desperate so that called everyone's attention and they stopped all that noise to look what was going on. Their reactions were priceless. They were all sitting and lying on the floor and some froze in their places, some were confused but the best one was Jungkook, he was terrified. It was funny but it seemed like I kill puppies in my free time. Was I that scary?

Seokjin was the first to recover and asked if I wanted to come in, which I accepted. Everybody sat properly on the floor and I sat in front of them, waiting for Seokjin to join them so I could start.

"Hello BTS, I think you already know me but since we were never introduced my name is (Y/N), nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you" Seokjin was the first to greet me back, that guy has good manners. The members quickly followed him, but they seemed a little off, especially the younger ones. Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin were as far away as they could without being impolite.

"I think you are asking yourselves what I'm doing here so I'll cut straight to business." I said while I pulled out my little notebook "Let's see, you missed 2 photoshoots, 3 interviews, 6 practices and the number of new songs you are working right now is zero. What do you have to say in your defense?" I said using as much sarcasm as necessary. Seokjin and Namjoon looked guilty and the others looked ashamed, except for Yoongi, he looked pissed.

Now wait a minute here, I wasn't the one doing wrong. I'm just a messenger. If he doesn't like being scolded so they should've done better.

"No comments then, good. If you guys start doing things right again the CEO promised to..."

"I don't want to hear all this crap from a machine" I was rudely cut by Yoongi. His legs were crossed and he rested on his elbows, almost lying on the floor.

"Too bad cause you just pissed this machine, and it has a white card so it can do whatever it wants. Now I decided that you guys need a babysitter so this machine here will become one especially for you, starting from today." I stood up all walked out of the room, but stopped right at the door and looked at their manager "They will go home now, pack your stuff and go talk to the CEO" Then I left.

Author's Note:

Sup guys, first chapter. I'll just leave BTS - Dope there if you want to check them out. I started with this song so it's kind of special, and Namjoon himself asks if it's your first time with BTS so it's just perfect.