As I lay awake at 5 A.M., I scroll through Twitter. I look at all the tweets with all of the pictures of me and all of the hurtful comments. I check BTS's Twitter page, but they hadn't posted anything.
I lay awake until 8, when I make myself get up and get dressed. I try to make myself look decent, but I'm pretty sure that I look like a mess.
I take Mitzy outside. "Well Mitzy, I guess I'll be home a lot more to be with you, since I'm going to lose my job today." Mitzy just licks my hand.
I drive to work. I walk into the building, trying my best to ignore the stares I was getting from some of the staff.
I walk down the familiar hallway, trying my best not to cry, because this was probably the last time I would ever walk down it.
I stopped in front of the door that Mrs. Park had told me to go into. I stare at the doorknob.
"Annabelle?" I turn. It was Jungkook.
He was sweating, he must have just finished practicing. He walked up to me, and hugged me. I hugged him back immediately.
"I think this might be the last time I will see you, Jungkook.... I'm going to be fired." I shut my eyes tightly. Jungkook hugs me tighter, and I could smell and feel his sweat.
"Everything is going to be okay. They won't..." He trailed off, and I realized that he was getting emotional. "Everyone loves you, Annabelle. They won't fire you."
I let the tears fall. "I hope so, Jungkook." I whisper.
We hug for a little longer, and I take a step back. Jungkook's eyes were full of tears, and I saw one fall down his cheek. He quickly wiped at his eyes, and I wiped at mine.
"I'll see you, Jungkook." I say, and he pulls me into one last hug. Then he walks away.
I open the door, and see that the room was almost empty. There were only four other people sitting at a table. Mrs. Park, Mr. Lee, who was really high up in the company, J-hope, and Yoongi.
Yoongi. He didn't get any sleep last night. His face was puffy, and his eyes were red, dark circles below them. His whole face looked defeated.
Mrs. Park, and Mr. Lee were sitting on one side of the table, and J-hope and Yoongi sat on the other side. There was a chair beside J-hope, and I figured I was going to sit beside him.
At least I would have a friend beside me.
But I wanted to sit beside Yoongi.
When he saw me, he quickly got up from his seat and hurried over to me. He pulled me into an embrace, and even though I probably shouldn't have, I hugged him back.
"Annabelle... God I'm so sorry. I love you, I love you so much." His voice was shaking.
"I-I love you too, Yoongi. I'm sorry." If I said anything more, I would burst into tears.
"Yoongi, please come sit down." Mr. Lee said.
Yoongi held onto me for a little longer, then sat back down.
"Annabelle, please sit in the empty chair beside Hoseok." Mr. Lee says.
I do. Hoseok gives me a small hug, and a pat on the back. When we both sit back, he gently takes my hand and squeezes it. I squeezed his hand back as a thank you.
"Hello everyone. I assume we all know why we are all here today?" Mr. Lee announces.
I noticed that Mrs. Park hadn't said anything the whole time. She was avoiding everyone's eyes, which wasn't like her at all.
