The Knowledge Of Us

XIV

Chapter 14 – Murdering Me Slowly

I knew it was going to be a difficult thing to work through, and to produce. But I knew this is what I wanted to do, what I needed to. So, asking the people I'm working for, was kind of hard, but they were my only friends.

"I can't tell you what it's going to be about because your true reactions is part of the whole thing. But I can tell you it's going to be shocking and upsetting." I explain. I was sitting across from Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. Their manager of course was sitting with them. I nervously bite my lip, wringing my hands together. Namjoon looked to Hobi, and Hobi glanced to Yoongi. Yoongi had his elbows on his knees, hands in front of his mouth looking down at the floor. He sat like that for a few minutes after I stopped talking and I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I said a quiet prayer before speaking again. "Please Yoongi," I whisper out, "You guys are all I have." He takes a sharp intake of breath, and then finally looks to their manager.

"I'm okay with it. If you are?" Happiness filled my chest as I let out my breath, a smile spreading on my face. The manager looks at Yoongi in shock, and I couldn't help but realize that the manager could just as easily say no.

"I uh, don't see a problem with it if you don't Yoongi." Yoongi stands and stretches.

"Ah, one condition of course." I frown but nod, allowing him to continue. "I'm not doing it." He didn't give me a chance to respond, only walking right out. I look to the ground, it hurt but I know I'll have enough people with the other members. I smile at Namjoon and Hobi, they smile back. I bow my head in thanks and leave the room. Going to the practice room I set up two chairs facing each other. Then I run to my dorm to grab my camera and a tripod. On my walk back I run into Jimin.

"Ashley!" I smile when he runs towards me, jumping up and doing a little dance.

"Hey Jimin!" He smiles before taking my camera equipment from my arms.

"Let me help!" I smile and thank the young man. "What are you doing?" He asks, lifting up his arms showing emphasis on the equipment.

"I'm doing a little project; would you like to help?" I explain. He nods his head, walking a little faster to the practice room. I smile and catch up to him. He walks into the practice room and stops; looking at the chairs.

"Where would you like these?" He asks, I smile and point by the mirror. He sets it down before sitting down on one of the chairs as I set up the tripod and then my laptop. Hooking up the camera to my laptop, I put it on the tripod.

"Okay, sit there." I tell him as I set up and move the tri-pod so both people are in the frame. "완료의.*" He smiles and jumps up.

"Now what?" He asks, and I smile. He could be my first one.

"Do you want to be my first contestant?" He nods his head, dancing around. I tell him to sit, and I quickly push the record button. Sitting down myself I hand Jimin one of the papers. "Will you read these out loud to me?" I ask of him. He smiles at me and nods. He looks down at the paper, quickly glancing over it, and I watch as his face immediately falls.

"Are you sure?" When I nod, he takes a deep breath. "Okay. This one says that you should wear more make-up and clothes that show more skin. You'll get more popularity that way." Jimin looks up at me. "This isn't very nice." I nod at him sadly.

"Keep going please." He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"Maybe if she didn't sound stupid, I'd watch more of her stuff." I could tell he was having a hard time with this. "Her music puts every music artist to shame; someone needs to tell her to stop." He shakes his head, looking down. "I don't want to read anymore. Please." I nod.