KILL'ER • BTS

7 . R E C O R D E D

I am so happy with you here, honey.

She wasn't and she never got to be, so the minimum I could do at that moment was to continue what she didn't have the chance to finish, to continue all the things she had tried to achieve, the happiness she had needed.

I am proud you came.

She had given me a name, a voice, a dog, a teacher, a home. My mother had always smiled at us, she had always stood on her tiptoes to give me candies and she had always changed the television channel into kid's programs for me to watch them.

She was the one covering my ears, the one sleeping with me on the worst nights and the one buying me dolls. She was my everything and she was aware of that too.

Dad was too busy for me, he cared too much about his company, about the prizes he hadn't collected yet. Conscious of that, my mother silently left her career to raise me, never arguing with dad, never elevating the tone of her voice.

She knew I didn't need any more traumas.

Better be poor in money but rich in memories.

She used to talk to me, share with me her cutest problems and ask me the funniest opinions. She'd read me books to sleep, sing me songs and watch my tears.

Pizza or lasagna?

Such an actress she was.

Cheese?

Whenever I looked back at those times, I felt bad for not thanking her for the times she deserved to be thanked.

It is hot, honey!

As a fat tear suddenly fell over a page, all those memories ran away, hiding inside the wardrobe.

"Damn it." Cleaning all that slight mess and putting all those articles in the right place, I took a last glance around with both my hands on my waist, my eyeballs looking for anything else to analyze, my mind trying to refocus.

However, it didn't take long for my eyes to land on a computer screen.

"Right, I have not searched in there yet."

Turning on the black big computer in a quick move, I used its mouse to easily take a look through the existing folders, softly biting the inside of my cheek while reading all the titles.

All for us.

"It is not this," I whispered to my ears, eventually deciding to move to the recent internet searches.

It is always all for us.

Nevertheless, as I did that, what I found wasn't exactly what I had predicted, unconsciously causing me to get a seat in front of the desk.

You better not check the internet today, by the way.

"What is this-?" I mumbled, my throat getting dried at the first words of the post.

CHOI MINHYAN CHEATING?

The daughter of Choi Minji is now the personal secretary of the successful businessman Jeon Jungkook.
Which side will she cheat on first? Her father's or her boss's?
Comment down your answers!

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I closed the page, swallowing hard as, at that time, I didn't care if I didn't leave the desktop the same way I found it.

I knew there were rumours, of course I did, but I had never seen them and expected them to be written and exposed on internet pages like that.

For a moment, I wondered why people lived to watch others' life instead of watching their own days, instead of trying to solve their own issues.

Shutting my eyes, I took three deep breaths while getting up, eventually raising my chin to look at the ceiling.

It had barely started but I was already exhausted, so damn exhausted. I just wanted to do my job peacefully, to deserve the family I had, to be a reason to be proud of for dad. That was all.

Just why was it all like that in the beginning already? What kind of motivation was it giving me? What kind of courage?

I had to pay more attention to Jungkook. I had to spy on him. I had to get closer.

Come here.

I felt disgusted, tremendously scared of the following weeks, of the next months.

When I thought things couldn't get worse, I spotted a black half of a sphere glued to the ceiling, a red light silently and secretly looking at me, watching me, observing me.

And that was the moment I first noticed I was being recorded.

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