Once a Singer, Always a Sinner (BTS x Reader)

What a Tragedy

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"Multi-lingual artist, Savannah Reed, is suing her music producer for 1.2 million dollars in charges of rape, physical and verbal abuse, and even claims that he tried to sexually assault her 14 year old sister..."

I just let the news play in the background. I don't want to listen to the reporter talk about such putrid and vulgar things, even if they have happened to me; it makes me feel sick to my stomach.

My sister lives with me and when he started to touch her in the ways he touched me that one night, I lost it. He has no right to touch an under aged girl like that, especially if she's my sister. I pushed him away and shouted for the bastard to get his greedy little hands off my sister and get the fuck out of my house.

My court day is tomorrow and I hope I win. That mother fucker deserves to be behind bars; to rot in a prison cell till he gets the lethal injection.
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[Time skip to one month after court]
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Finally, that bitch is behind bars. I can breathe again without having to feel horrible and miserable.

"Hey, Vannah?" Layla called from her room. It's kinda small, but she covers the walls head to toe with pictures of Korean pop groups. "BTS is having a concert here in LA since they're on tour for the release of their new album. Can we go?"

I sigh. She asks ever year and I have always said no, but she is turning 15 in two weeks so why not have this be her early birthday gift? "When is it?"

"Next week." She didn't know what was happening, but I can arrange things to happen. She won't expect us to go back stage and meet them, be in the front by the stage so she can be close to them. I'd do anything to make my sister happy and they have really good music.

"Alright," I say to lead her on since I say this all the time to her when she asks, "I'll see what I can do."

"You say that every time I ask," She sighs. "I already know it's a no."

"Who said it was a no?"

She looked at me with shock. I start laughing by her reaction, it was priceless. Let's just say she started to jump up an down and cried. That's the kind of tears I only wanna see come out of her eyes; happy tears.
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[Time skip to the day of the concert]
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Layla wanted us to go shopping to try and be the most eye catching girls in the audience, which I tried to tell her that it wouldn't be a very good idea, but she never listens to me anyway.

I told her we would shop for her since I was comfortable with what I was wearing. Crop Army Green crop sweatshirt pull-over, Army camouflage jacket, black velvet chocker, blue white washed cut jeans with Adidas gold shoes, and fishnet stalkings.