"Let's break up," I hear Chan say. I collapse on the floor with my mouth hanging wide open.
"Oppa! Is this about your manager?!" I ask.
"No. I realized that you are nothing but worthless and irrelevant. Oh and by the way. All of Seventeen has decided to clear you from our presence," he says blandly before walking out the front door.
A tear runs down my cheek. Drama has been starting these past few weeks. Drama, drama, drama. BTS's manager found out too. The boys say I might have to leave. I don't want to leave. This is the only home I've ever known. In North Korea... it didn't feel like a home. I've been to aunties house and I don't like it. It's not homey like the dorm is. Suddenly, BTS's manager walks in.
"Get. Out." He says. I look up at him in confusion as the boys walk downstairs.
"GET! OUT!" He yells.
