BTS X Kayleigh

Benefit of an Alter-Ego

It has been one year. One year since the crash that killed everyone but me. Why did my oldest brother, my idol drive under the influence of drugs and kill everyone but me. I didn't want to get out of bed. My whole world came crashing down. The barricades collapsed and my depression took over. Kayleigh went out of the window. I wanted nothing more that to never face the public again.  

I decided to drag myself out of bed to visit their gravestones. I took a plain black mourning dress from Kayleigh's wardrobe and went out as me. As Y/N not Kayleigh. When I reached the graveyard, there were camera everywhere. Inside my head I cursed loudly at them for not allowing me space to grieve in peace. One camera came up to my face and started yelling questions until I showed them my steel glare. Inherited from my mom, that glare could silence anything and anyone. 

Dismissing the fact the cameras were there, I found my family's gravestones. When I was planning the funeral I had decided to put my older brother's grave next to the rest of our family's even though he was responsible for their deaths. Where ever he is, i'm sure he cries with regret every night. 

Each gravestone was made of marble and was inscripted with my handwriting. I had carved the words myself. Each one had a name, a birth and death date and an epitath. My mom's was a loving mother. My dad's was the largest as I had included something extra. His had "dad, you were always my biggest fan and I will work hard to achieve my dream that you always supported me in." 

Tears rolled down my face as I read that. When I made the gravestone I had attached a black marker. I took this now and wrote "i've nearly achieved this dad, you're watching me so I know you know everything." 

Let the media puzzle over that. Not that it will last, the minute it rains it will get washed away. Speaking of rain, it had started now. I watched the marker run until all that was left were black smudges. I left their graves with "rain" running down my cheeks. 

I arrived back hime and sat in hysterics. Until I remembered one thing. I should be thankful I could still mourn them without my fans following. Being Kayleigh meant I could do things in relative peace. 

Turning on the TV, the international news channel showed film of me crying and visiting my familys' graves. It showed me writing something on the grave and leaving. It zoomed in on the ink smudges with a headline appearing - What did Y/N write on her dad's grave?

<SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA>

<BANGTAN SONYEONDAN DORMS>

*Park Jimin's POV*

All 7 of us were watching the news. It showed Y/N being haunted by the media again. She couldn't mourn her parents in peace. It made our blood boil. We saw the anger in her eyes when she saw the cameras.

"I feel so sorry for her," Jungkook had tears in his eyes.

"She can't have any space," V had his hands clenched.

"Or peace," J-Hope added.

"She's heartbroken and mad, a dangerous combination," Namjoon was watching you with wide eyes.

"I want to hug her and tell her it'll be ok even though it won't," Jin's maternal instincts were kicking in.

"All we've seen of her is this broken crying girl, I want to make her smile," Yoongi actually said something cute.

"I want to help her, but I know it's not possible, we are idols, we can't do things like that," I wished there was some way we could help her but we all know there isn't.

I remember when we first heard the story. Her father was well-known to everyone worldwide, he had an office buiding across the street from our dorns. We watched Y/N get followed everywhere by the meda for a month until she stopped leaving the house. For 7 more months the media watched her house until they gave up. She didn't leave her house once.  Now she was being chased again but I could tell she wasn't going to snap. There was a spark inside her.

Jin turned off the TV and we went to dance practice. It distracted us, all of us.

*LATER*

*Your POV*

Looking at my tear-stained face in the mirror I sighed. 

"Mirror mirror on the wall..."

I sob-laughed at that. Snow White was my family's favourite film. "Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the real one after all?" Which is my reality? Kayleigh or Y/N?

Y/N is me. But it's also the me with strong inner demons, a tragic story and no-one to rely on. No parents or other family. No qualifications and a high-school dropout. Brown hair that now tickled the bottom of my shoulder blades instead of my waste. Brown eyes that had a dead look, but hope was buried deep within them. Somewhere. Pale skin and sunken cheekbones. You could see every one of my ribs when I stood in a mirror. However, I did look better. The excitement of song writing and being Kayleigh had given me some health back. 

Here it is, Kayleigh. Long blue hair that touched my waist just like my real hair used to. The wig looked so real but it wasn't. The blue contacts made my eyes sparkle. My skin looked healthier as Kayleigh with a healthy blush on both cheeks. Kayleigh was confident, had a team to support her. She had no worries and an army of loyal fans. Nobody knew about where she had studied and they didn't know her past. She was an unknown starlet who had been discovered. A girl that the media had no dirt on. No traumatic past or backstory.

The media, her fans nobody except her manager and the top boss knew you (Y/N) and Kayleigh were the same. 

And it was going to stay that way.

A/N Damn that went deep and can I say that you are important and loved by many people. If you ever feel down, don't hesitate to talk to me, someone you trust or your family. Don't suffer in silence