Lovestruck Stars (BTS Fanfic) 16+

Hidden sides

"President PHP, what're you doing here?" I say while scrambling to my feet.
"I'm here to discuss something with you." He says, his face bearing the expression of a hidden anger.
His hidden anger that most see as one of kindness. But anyone who had ever been unfortunate enough to see, would know at first sight.

"Do you know what the date is?" He asked, his voice going deathly calm.
I look on the calendar on my phone.
Shit. I missed the monthly check up.

The monthly check up is when I report to the company for a meeting, during the meeting, the president will review my lyrics, vocals, appearance, and weight. If anything is slightly unsatisfactory, actions will be taken to improve them.
I've never had anything wrong with my vocals or lyrics but there was a time where I was put on an extreme diet because the president thought I 'wasn't thin enough'

"I am so sorry-" I begin to say but President PHP cuts me off.
"Please leave" he demands to Hoseok
"Oh, sorry" Hoseok replies as he gets to his feet.
"Ira, I'll be in the other room. Call me if you need anything" He says, and walks out of the room.

President PHP slowly walks over to me with a face like stone.
"All I ask is that you keep to your appointments" He says, raising his voice.
"I have given you everything!" He screams, pulling me roughly by the wrist
"Do you think this is a joke?!" He continues while closing his hands around my throat.
"Stop!!" I gasp, trying to pry his hands off my throat
"You're ungrateful." He breathes as his grip tightens around my throat and blackness starts to fog around my eyes. And I close then.
Suddenly, the air is clear. I flick my eyes open. President PHP has released me from his grip and is clutching his head in his hands with his back turned to me.
And tears silently fall from my eyes.
Suddenly, the President faces me once more.
"Fetch the scales" He says with a demanding voice, and I quickly run to get them from the bathroom.
Along the way, I pass Suga, who stops me by grabbing my arm.
"Are you crying?" He asks, his voice monotone and emotionless.
"No." I say, brushing his hand off my wrist.

He never cared. Why should he? Why is now any different to any other time where my existence was chore that was never done.

I walked off, I needed to keep the President happy.
"Hey!" He called after me.
But his words fell on deaf ears as I ignored him.

"Hop on" ordered the President as I finished setting the scales up.
"Yes sir" I replied hopping onto the scales.
He leaned down and observed the result.
"73kgs..?" He growled.
"Too heavy" he glared at me.
"I'm sorry sir.." I trailed off
"People don't like fat singers. You need to be pretty, thin, not overweight and average." He hissed, pushing me roughly off the scales.
"You're going on diet." He states.
"You must only eat foods that your trainer sets for you, and you must do three hours of exercise, twice a day." He orders with a voice full of stone.
"Yes sir" I reply quietly.
"I'll be off then, why don't you start off the diet with a good four hours of exercise" he suggests, while walking over to me.
He lifts my head up by my chin and gazes into my eyes.
"There's a good girl" he whispers.
"I'll be off now" he grins, plastering his fake smile back on once more.
"See you next month" he says walking away from me.
I bow and wait for the door to close before I collapse to the floor in tears.
I stifle my cries by covering my mouth, my head bowed down and my body hurting.

Allowing the tears to fall, I remember back to times where my friends would comfort me..

-Flashback-
We were all sitting there on the floor. Me in the middle, crying my heart out.
My friends surrounding me while speaking encouraging words and reassuring smiles.

"They're crazy!"  exclaimed Cate as she knitted her eyebrows together.
"You're not even fat!" Whines Dean, her gorgeous features forming a sad smile.
"Tell them to fuck off!" Gemma states, As she smiles encouragingly. 
"I can't! I've worked so hard to get here! They'll kick me off!" I sob into my hands.
"We're here no matter what" Cate says while rubbing my shoulder.
-flashback ends-

"It's been too long" I sigh, pulling on my gym gear.
"I miss them so much" I say to myself, and leave to go to the gym.

As I walked through the kitchen, I ran into Seokjin.
"Ira!" He called but I brush past him.
I don't have time to talk to him, I need to start my exercise. It's not like I want to talk to him anyways. I'm still pissed about the picnic.
"I'm busy" I say coldly and try to exit.
"I'm sorry" he begs as he grabs my wrist and turns me to face him.
"I don't care" I reply, trying to peel his hand off my arm.
"Listen to me!" He demands.
I look up at Seokjin, and although I'm mad, his features distract me.
From his full lips, to his warm eyes.
His soft hair and even his crooked fingers.
Everything about him was beautiful.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you and I promise, I'll never do it again" He says, his voice thick with emotion, his gaze strong and his expression sad.

I sigh.

"I forgive you.." I say, and Seokjin embraces me with happiness.
"Thank you!" He smiles, relieved and happy.
"Yeah yeah, leave me alone now. I have to go work out.." I laugh, but my tone is forced. Seokjin notices it too.
"Work out?" He asks, his head tilting slightly to the side.
"President PHP wasn't too happy with my weight.." I say, my gaze lowering to the floor and a heavy feeling on my chest.
Seokjin tilts my head upwards to meet his gaze.
"You are perfect in every way possible. Don't let anyone tell you any different."
He says, his voice sad with hints of anger.
"I still have to go.. he'll get angry if I don't change.." I say, and Jin releases me from his hold.

"Where are you going to work out?" Jin asks.
"We have a private gym here so we don't have to leave" I reply while grabbing a bottle of water.
"Don't work too hard" he giggles, his gaze sad.
"Ok!" I laugh back and head off.

-Time skip-

"Just a little bit longer!" I pant while running on the treadmill
"And— done!" I say, breathing heavily and bending over.
Four hours was a lot to start with but I can't disappoint the president.
Towelling off my sweat, I drink the last of my water and walk towards the house.

"Ira!" The boys yell, running up to me as if it'd been years.
"Where were you?!" Jimin asked, his lip sticking out. 
"Gym" I pant, and try to push through.
"What's for dinner?" Seokjin asks as a loud grumble came from his stomach
"You guys eat whatever. I have to go on a diet so I can't eat the same as you guys" I say, pulling a salad out of the fridge.
Groans and whines resound around me.
"Seriously?!" Namjoon whines.
"So sudden" Hoseok chimes in.
"We were waiting for you to come and cook dinner." Yoongi growls.
"Well I'm sorry.." I yawn.
"Heat up some pizza or whatever" I reply as I finish my salad.
"You do it" Yoongi snaps.
"You have arms!" I retort.
"But you're the women. Aren't you supposed to show off you're cooking skills so you can get a husband" Yoongi huffs But yelps after Taehyung elbows him.
"What?!" He glares at Taehyung.
"You're so screwed" Taehyung and the others whisper, acknowledging the look on my face.
"Yoongi. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." I say calmly.
"Now, I suggest you get off your ass and make some dinner for yourself" I grin at Yoongi with a venomous tone.
He looks at me with an open mouth.
"Whatever" He says, rising to his feet, his cheeks slightly red.
I say nothing and exit the room.
"I think I'll have a shower" I say, grabbing a fresh towel and making my way to the bathroom.

-time skip-

I turn the shower off and start to towel my body dry.
The shower was relaxing and refreshing.
I finally felt calm when all of a sudden, the door flings open, revealing another partially naked body.

"Ahhhhhhh" I scream as my towel slips from my body.
"Ahhhhhhh" another yell joins mine.

What is he doing in here?!

A/N

So we finally get to see another side of President PHP and a snippet of Ira's past.

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