the relationship [sequel]

the truth

"Ten minutes till we begin," the manager of the conference called out in front of the people who were already seated, "We remind you to remain respectful of Y/N, and that there is no flash photography allowed in this meeting."

Nerves filled every corner of my body as I sat backstage, my makeup being touched up for what felt like the 10th time. Namjoon was sat next to me despite the fact that he wasn't going out there, a comforting hand resting on my thigh while he stroked my hair.

"Just tell the truth. We can deal with what happens afterwards," he whispered to me, kissing my cheek softly.

I knew he was trying to put on a brave face for me but I couldn't hide the fact that I was terrified. The clicking of cameras, the tapping of pens, and the murmur of people outside was enough to make my stomach turn to liquid.

"[Y/N], they're ready for you," the manager said, and I somehow managed to gain the strength to stand up despite the wobbling of my legs.

I felt like my brain was leaving my body as I moved closer and closer towards the door, and I barely registered walking into the room. Everyone silenced as I made my way to the table that was covered in microphones to hear every single shaky breath I let out. I had to remind myself why I was doing this - I wanted to save the boys.

"[Y/N], I guess I want to ask the question on everyone's lips," a greasy looking reporter asked with a microphone in his hand, "How did you end up here?"

I wanted to tell him that I had no real idea, that I had been swept up from my normal life into this crazy world.

"I was in desperate financial need, and heard about this job offer from a...friend," I didn't want to drag Jackson into this mess, "And applied for it like you would any other job."

"Did you not have any qualms about this job?" the reporter asked again, and I could tell that behind his fake smile he was just waiting for me to slip up.

He wanted me to say something that he could sell for a scandal that would make him thousands. I wasn't going to let him.

"No, everything seemed very legitimate and professional. I was aware that I could leave at any point, and I never felt like I was being exploited," I replied back truthfully.

I knew I sounded delusional, I knew that to so many people I sounded like I was just repeating lines I had been told to say. But I was telling the truth. The boys were like my best friends, and I never felt like they ever only wanted to use me for my body and then discard me away.

"Do you not feel that it is inappropriate for a group with a platform this large to be carrying out this kind of scheme?" Another reporter asked, and I felt my heart beat a little faster - how was I supposed to answer to this?

"I believe that everything that was carried out was consensual between the parties involved, and it should therefore only concern those two parties. They showed me nothing but respect," my mouth was dry, and I was desperate to take a sip of the water in front of me but I didn't want to come across suspicious.

"In an interview conducted with Rachel, she mentioned something about being your replacement. Surely this shows how you were treated like an object - traded in and out for each other?"

"It was a mutual decision between myself and BigHit Entertainment that I should leave the tour for my own personal safety considering being caught in the middle of a scandal," there was a small part of me that wished that they knew the whole truth.

No one was innocent in this case, and while I was willing to defend the boys with my whole heart, I wondered what the reporters would think if they knew the whole truth. All the things that happened. I was seen as a means for sex, that was my primary purpose to the boys. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it also never made me feel special.

"[Y/N], how do you think fans should view the boys after this scandal?"

"If they were true fans, they would respect that what BTS do in their free time is their own personal decision," I had to restrain myself from raising my voice, not wanting to seem aggressive in the worry that it would affect how my words were received, "I can vouch for the fact that they are all nothing but gentlemen."

More and more questions rolled over me and I was exhausted as I answered them. But I was proud of myself. It felt like every question that was thrown at me I was able to throw right back at them, able to defend my boys to the grave.

"I guess finally, I have to ask, how can we forgive and trust them again?"

"The same way the media have forgiven Chris Brown, Kayne West, Donald Trump, R. Kelly, and every other celebrity that have done much worse things than seven boys employing a woman consensually to have sex with. Just admit that you all wanted to see them fail, and now you are digging your claws into them before you even knew the whole story," I could feel my blood boiling at this point, and I was practically seeing red.

"These men have done nothing wrong. They may have done things you don't agree with for yourself, but they have done nothing wrong. Even Rachel couldn't slate them because they have been nothing but kind. If the media would leave them alone for a minute perhaps they could establish real relationships! How would you feel if someone plastered the specific details of your sex life for the world to see? Give them some respect - focus on the music not their private life which you have no understanding of. That will be all the questions I will answer today."

The shouts of reporters trying to get another question in filled my ears but I was too irate to care. Instead I stood up as calmly as I could, and began to walk out of the room.

"How big were their dicks?"

"Is it true they conducted sick, sadistic orgies every night?"

"Are any of the members dating?"

"Do you love them?"

I froze at this question - it was only for a second but the question was enough to make blind fear wash through me. For some reason, the idea of the world knowing about Namjoon and I was more terrifying than the prospect of hundreds of press conferences.

All I could do was continue walking out the room, taking in one long breath the moment I was away from their stares.

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i still can't believe I'm finished for summer - it feels incredible.

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