BTS X Kayleigh

Headspace

The 6 hour flight gave me lots of thinking time. I sat in a window seat dressed in an oversized fluffy hoodie and ripped jeans. Y/N's type of clothes, but I had to wear my Kayleigh wig. I spent the entire time gazing out the window, watching as the sky turned pink with the colors of sunrise.

I was lost in my own little world. And I think whilst I was in it, something came to me. Clarity. It had been two years but I was now finally accepting it. They were gone, but that didn't stop them knowing that I had succeeded. The plane touched down on the runway at 4:18AM GMT. It was really quiet and I liked that, because I was very quickly through the airport. Whilst in the airport, I phoned for a car to take me home. 

I turned on my mobile phone and swallowed. 17 missed calls and 25 text messages from my manager. I played the voicemails "KAYLEIGH WHERE ARE YOU? YOU CAN'T JUST RUNAWAY FROM THIS YOU HAVE A DUTY TO THESE FANS. YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK IN LINE AND PERFORM THIS CONCERT!" The other voicemails said the same thing, as did all the text messages. I scrolled down to the last one and gasped.

"I don't f***ing care that it's your stupid families anniversary, you get your ass back here to Russia now you understand me?!! If you don't perform tonight I'll lose so much money little miss! You premadonna, stop acting up and get back here!" And reading that made me realise what he actually was. A greedy asshole who only cares about money and fame. He doesn't care about me. In the beginning I thought he was kind, but he didn't care. He only saw me as a money-making opportunity.

I deleted the voicemails and all the text messages but that last one. I sent a screenshot of it attached in an email to Mr Smithfield with the message "I won't be performing in Russia tonight because it is the anniversary of my parents death. I also want another manager, not one who doesn't care and only sees me as a money-making machine. I am human, I have feelings and I will not miss something so important to me personally. I love performing and meeting my fans but I will never miss this anniversary."

I hit send and blocked my ex-manager's number. I let myself into my house and changed into my mourning black. My hair was getting long again, but funnily enough I liked the short jagged edges. It reminded me that no-one was perfect. I picked up my pair of kitchen scissors and gave myself a pixie cut. It made my real blue eyes pop. I missed seeing them. The brown contacts were nice, but it's not the same.

I changed out of the black dress. I dug out a long-sleeved black top and some leggings. I walked to the graveyard. The press were there again. News-starved vultures. I don't think I will ever get over my hatred for them. I laid the lilies I had brought from a nearby flowershop at the grave and kneeled in the dirt by my father's headstone. "I've done a Europe tour dad, I debuted." I smiled at this. "I had 1 final concert in Russia today but I ran away to here because I couldn't miss the anniversary. Uncle was my manager but I just fired him because he turned out to be a greedy sod who didn't care about me."

I laughed at this and stayed there a while longer. And all the time, the press constantly took pictures. I stiffened as I realised they'd be published and then my uncle would know exactly where to find me. I had to go off the radar and fast.

I stood up slowly and walked out ignoring the camera flashes. As I turned the corner I broke into a sprint. I ran the 4 miles to my uncle's house. I had to get Swift fast. I knocked frantically and my cousin answered the door, closely followed by Swift. He ran straight to me. "Don't tell Uncle where I am or that you've seen me please, keep your mouth shut." My cousin nodded and I ran. And as I disappeared I heard a car pull up and my uncle's voice. I ran faster.

I rushed into my house and grabbed a few things including my Kayleigh wig and contacts. I hailed a taxi to take me to the nearest train station. I paid for a ticket to London, and from their I planned to buy a ticket down to Bristol. Then I'd take a train to Devon. And then I'd hide for while.

I turned my phone on once I'd sat down. I had got a reply from Mr Smithfield. He was shocked that a concert had been arranged for the anniversary and agreed to fire my uncle. He also said that rather than someone else knowing my secret, he himself would become my manager. I sent him one last email.

"Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. I'm going to Devon for a while to think and compose a new album. Oh and when he was my manager, he never let me into meetings so I became very good at listening through doors, at one point he was talking with a boy group called BTS's manager. I don't know how far the talks progressed or what the opportunity was but when I come back, if that option is still available I'd still like to pursue it. -Kayleigh"

I cried with relief and happiness at his response. I petted Swift who was sat next to me and finalised payment for living in a small cottage for 3 weeks. I logged onto my Kayleigh social media, knowing the idiot wouldn't of posted anything, he'd be clinging to hope that I'd come back. Nice try lumpsucker. I think Mr Smithfield was telling him the amazing news right now! I changed my manager's name in all of my bio's and posted a quick message.

"I was supposed to conclude my Europe tour tonight with a concert in Russia. But due to unforeseen circumstances, I've had to cancel it. Everyone who brought tickets will have the money refunded. I won't be active for about 3 weeks whilst I go somewhere. I hope you understand. Someday, I'll tell you why. Love Kayleigh xx" I logged out of all the accounts and sighed.

A good few hours later I arrived in Devon. It was a beautiful coastal town. There were so many quaint cottages and the sea. omg the sea. It was a deep blue and the sun reflected off it making it sparkle. The cottage I had rented was in a small scheduled area of the main tourist spot. It was a short walk from the beach but close enough that I could hear the waves. It was a small quaint cottage, perfect for just me and swift. Behind the cottage was a forest that I would be able to walk Swift in. The day had ran away with me and so it was sunset by the time I'd settled in. 

I checked my phone briefly. I know I said I wasn't going to be active but I went on my Instagram account one last time. There was a simple message from BTS.

"we are here Kayleigh"

I smiled and logged out. I logged into my Y/N Instagram account and smirked. I only had 379 followers on this account. On my Kayleigh account I had 9.87 million and it was growing. I walked to the beach and found a small ledge. I took a quick picture of the sea and posted it. I logged back into my Kayleigh account and posted a different picture of the opposite direction. It showed all the little cottages lit up. I didn't post a caption and turned off comments.

I went to the cottage and slept.

A/N someday I'll look back and re-read this thing and cringe so hard at the "songs" and cringy cliché sentences lmao

P.S I have started not being able to stop writing lol but am limiting it to 1 chapter a week because it's more fun to spontaneously write :)