"I won't let him go..." A tall, silver haired guy, who's leaning on a wall like he's been through a lot of pain and heartbreak lately, says in a broken voice. He's standing outside a room in a dark corridor with only one other person to accompany him. There's no point in coming here, he knew, but he still did.

"He's trying, Namjoon. But if they force him, he'll have to leave..." The other tall guy with the same hair colour pats his shoulder, trying to calm him "Even... even my beautiful face can't stop them once they m-make their decision" his voice, although trying to calm Namjoon abd be funny, is equally shattered.

Inside the room, the environment is gloomy too, as yet another silver-head sits in front of a presence he isn't too close with.

"She needs you. She needs your help Yoongi, she can't do it by herself. There has to be someone there for her" The calm, cool voice continues.

"Look, I don't wanna get involved with the lives of humans..." The silver haired guy, with legs propped on the desk of his boss answers nonchalantly, examining his nails as he speaks.

"We can't loose her..."

"You told me already, but look, I can't just go there for every human and sa..."

"So what do you plan on doing around here? Playing that damned piano?"

"I don't..."

"THIS IS YOUR FREAKING JOB NOW HOLD THIS BROWN BAG AND GET LOST" the boss looses his cool and shoves a bag at the startled silver head who jumps up in alarm but receives it anyway.

"What... why the bag...?" he asks as he examines the small brown bag suspiciously.

"She's good at making anyone's blood boil, you might need to blow in it to control your anger"

"What the fu..."

"Good luck"

There's a bright flash of light and next thing the silver head knows, he is standing in a tiny washroom, nothing fancy about it, with a wet floor and moist walls.

A splash of water hits him and as he turns around his eyes grow wide because right in front of him is an absolutely naked girl, her hair sticking to her chest and with her eyes closed she is screaming some random lyrics. Wow, pretty hot subject I got on my hands, the perverted side of him thinks.

"CHOGIWAAAAA" she roars with her eyes closed "dan beunbeone nekyo..."

"The fuck?" He mutters as he tries to comprehend the lyrics.

Next thing she screams aren't lyrics. They are profanities complimented by a soap, a rubber duck, a loofa and anything in her proximity she can lay her hands on.

"STOP IT YOU CRAZY BI*CH I'M NOT A PERVERT!" he yells, trying to shield his head from the incoming objects of assault.

"OOPS, WRONG TIMING" upper half of his boss appears out of thin air behind him and grabs his arm "Oblivate!" he points at the screaming girl.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCKING HELL...." the girl is now trying to pull the little shelf out of the wall to throw at them.

"And wrong spell," he points at the girl again "Forgetusbiotch!!"

This time it works
because the girl freezes and stares at the ceiling, smiling stupidly.

"Gotta arrange another first meeting" the boss sighs and pulls him out of the washroom back into that creepy office of his.

"Can you please erase my first memory of her too?" A paler than usual Yoongi pleads.

DISCLAIMER

All the incidents and the plot are the work of the author's imagination and do not represent real life situations.

Moderately mature

Strong language

Loads of lame humour

Bit of angst

The author doesn't necessarily believe in the ideas and beliefs depicted in this book.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

This is an original fanfiction, with all rights reserved. No part of it shall be copied without author's prior permission.

A/N

I'm making some changes to this book, because I feel like I need to write a book for BTS that has all my love and hard work in it, specially now that they're on hiatus and many authors are leaving, some of my good friends including😔

A lot of things about this book will be different. The chapters will have have titles and each title will be a line from a BTS song. Try and see if you can guess?