Into the Flames

CHAPTER FOUR

As it turned out Yoongi had pulled some strings and got me hired on as BTS's personal housekeeper. I'll be living with the seven men and in exchange for room, board, and what I feel is substantial pay, I'll clean their grandiose condo and see to the upkeep while they are gone.
The fluorescently blue haired rapper must have gone through a lot in order to achieve this, and I am quite touched. He never said as much, not a word had been spoken about what he had done to produce such a position for me, but I know that he is likely the sole reason I am receiving this opportunity.

And opportunity it is. Thirty thousand dollars a year, and yet I also don't have to spend a penny for living costs. Big Hit is also paying my way to South Korea and had already obtained my passport and a work visa. There is even a possibility that they might help me take care of citizenship if, after the five-year contract, I wish to remain in South Korea. Of course, I'll have to learn Korean.
 

And this is why I am currently ecstatic. I have discovered that none other than BTS's own Rap Monster is willing to tutor me in Korean. The other boys, having been curious about their new resident housekeeper, have all sent me Snow requests as well. Namjoon is more than willing to teach me Korean and has promised that he'd have me speaking the language like a pro in no time. I am so excited. How could someone like me be so lucky? Things like this don't happen to me.
              

If it wasn't for the video call with Bang Si-Hyuk himself, and the unending mass of documents I'd had to e-sign I am sure I would still believe that this is all a dream.

The big man himself is actually quite endearing, and it had been hard to remain nervous for very long due to his kindly personality. He cares about the boys. I can tell. And for now, it sincerely seems as if that care extends to me as well. The idea is so novel and shocking to me that I still have yet to truly digest it.

Despite having told the boss-man himself that I really don't have anything outstanding to resolve here that couldn't be done in a matter of hours, he had insisted upon procuring me a flight for two days from my video call with Yoongi and the boys. Sunday I will be leaving America, and hopefully for good. A new horizon beckons and I can't wait.

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Sunday morning has arrived and as I pack my bag I am overwhelmed with the reality of the situation. This small town has been my home for my entire life.
It's the kind of place in which everyone knows everybody by name. Hell, I can tell my neighbor from across the street simply by the way she walks. Mrs. Roberts had, in her youth, had a particularly abusive husband. Despite his death over a few years ago she still retained a limp, left over damage, a courtesy of his beatings no doubt. I am lost in the memories, saying goodbye in my own way. This place has held my entire life up until this point.
After shoving everything inside I take a quick inventory to assure myself that I am not forgetting anything. Two pairs of leggings, three t-shirts, a BTS sweatshirt, a couple pairs of socks, a spare bra, a pair of tennis shoes, and my laptop. Besides my cell phone, this is legitimately all I own.
              

With nothing else to do at this point I decide that it is finally time to face the music. Although I do not feel as if I owe anything to the Tuckers I do owe it to myself to cut all ties cleanly.I make my way down the steps, bag trailing behind me. I am quite grateful. Yoongi has thought of everything. He had ordered me a small carry-on bag with an extendable handle and wheels and had also sent me money for cab fare, knowing full well that my employers would not likely see me safely to the airport.
He wanted to send me money to eat on as well, but I had denied him. I have a little money saved up. Enough to keep me alive until Korea at any rate.