HER || A BTS FANFICTION

IV.

At 8 am on a Tuesday morning, Brooklyn pulled out of the parking lot, away from Big Hit Entertainment. She had survived another day and night...well, barely.

It's been a month and a half since she's been working for Big Hit and things weren't quite she hoped it would be. She had gone to Japan with the team only to experience Angela watching her every move and telling her off for every mistake she made. She had accidentally spilled coffee on Jin's clothes for the shoot that cost more than a thousand dollars that Ji Won had to talk to the designer and apologize profusely.

And the saddest part was the boys weren't warming up to her because they had a hard time communicating with her despite the fact that she's been studying korean, day and night.

Brooklyn looked at her phone while waiting for the stoplight to turn green and saw two messages from Derek.

Good morning Baby. I'm really worried about you. I hope you get some rest.

Call me once you're home. I'm not going to work today. Talk to me. 

How are you?

Last night during her break, Brook sequestered herself in one of the ladies' room stalls and called Derek.

Derek answered her call after one ring. "I was worried about you. What's happening to y—"

"I don't belong here." Brooklyn interrupted, choking up. "I keep on fucking it up, Derek. My senior, Angela's treating me like shit. Our Japan trip was a wreck I almost paid $1000 for fucking things up. Klara keeps on trying to make things better but it's me, I'm the one who's fucking things up. And the boys don't approach me or they don't talk to me freely unlike the other stylists."

"Breathe, Brook," Derek said calmly. "You're doing your best, babe."

"No, Derek. I swear, you don't get it. Angela keeps shouting at me for every mistake I make onset in front of the whole team, the whole fucking team."

"Isn't Klara doing anything about it?" Derek asked.

"She does but it's too much. I keep telling her that she shouldn't. Her job isn't to babysit me. This could damage her reputation in the compan—"

"Come home, then." Derek interrupted. "I miss you. Come home."

Brooklyn shook her head trying her best to forget her conversation with Derek. She was so tempted to go back home. Her life was very comfortable back in Manila, she knew that her previous boss would take her back anytime and she would have more control of her time.

Brooklyn felt her phone vibrating as she drove down their apartment's basement parking.

It was Angela.

Fuck.

"Oh no." Brooklyn muttered to herself and started to backtrack if she made any mistakes today. Ji Won only sent her home to get a change of clothes because they would need to spend the night at work, again. Today was BTS's first comeback stage and it was crucial that everything run perfectly.

Breathe, Brooke.

"Ne, sunbaenim?" she said as she parked the car.

"Hey, Brooke. Where are you," Angela asked. "you didn't tell me that you'd be leaving immediately."

"I'm sorry, I just parked here at our apartment to get a change of clothes and then I'll go straight to Mapo-gu."

"Does Ji Won sunbaenim know about this?" Angela asked with no hint of kindness whatsoever.