December 12th

Dear Diary;

Well, Sejin-sunbae picked a hell of a time to break his leg.  I honestly wasn't being serious when I told him to do it before the stage last week.  It's supposed to be English slang for "go be awesome on stage!"  I knew I should have said it to the boys and not him.  He isn't a performer.  But if I'd said it to the boys, maybe they would have really broken their legs??  Maybe I translated it wrong.  Why didn't I pay more attention when Halmeoni was trying to teach me Korean??

I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?  I suck at these things.  Let's start over.

Dear Diary;

Today I start a new chapter of my life and I'm going to use you to chronicle my rise to success!

...No, that's terrible.  And cheesy.  Damn it, I really do suck.

*sigh*

Is it dumb to write "*sigh*" in my journal?  Is it dumb to ask an inanimate object whether I should write something in it?

What the fuck is wrong with me?  

Okay, let's just... one more time.  

Dear Diary;

I accidentally called the fates down upon Sejin-sunbae's head by telling him to break a leg last week.  Fate thought I was serious.  Sejin-sunbae slipped on some ice outside the venue and broke his femur.  

This kind of thing would suck for most normal people, but Sejin-sunbae is the manager of the Idol group, BTS, so it's even worse.  Because he can't keep up with them with a broken leg.  This is where I come in!

You see, I'm an intern at BigHit in Seoul.  And I'm going to be filling in for Sejin-sunbae until he's back on his feet.

Now, I hear what you're saying, Diary... 

"What the fuck?  Why would they give the job to an intern?!"

Because I'm awesome!

Okay, no.  That's not true.  I'm pretty mediocre, to tell you the truth.  I'm like that friend that everyone brings along to make themselves look better.  I'm total stock photo material.  The extra that's credited at the end of the movie as being "Lady with Newspaper."

...Damn, I ramble a lot, don't I?

Even though no one will ever read this journal besides myself, I think I should back up a lot further and introduce myself.  Maybe one day, when I'm famous and rich and dead, some historian will dig this up and if I tell them who they're reading about, it'll make it so much easier for my diary to be accredited and then put on display at a museum.

Okay, so my name is Lee Soonhee.  I was born in Seattle, Washington.  That's in the United States, yo.  *anime-style super-hero pose!* My folks moved state-side from South Korea in 1982 when they were just teenagers, had my brother in 1987, then waited nearly ten years before popping me out in July of 1996.  Wanting me to blend in with my American friends, my parents also gave me an American name, but they didn't want it to be too much different than my Korean name.   So... yeah, my American name is Sunny Lee. Creative, right?

So, what's an America-born Korean with Korean-born parents doing back in Korea?  I'm getting my gosh-darned education, that's what!  Well, it's part of my gosh-darned education.  

I have a degree in business management from the University of Washington, no practical experience, and a student loan debt big enough for Scrooge McDuck to swim through.  What's a girl to do when her future looks like a Lifetime Original Movie?  She takes an internship in another country!

Yeah.  Did I mention that I don't always think things through?

So, to make a long story short, BigHit actually took me on as part of their new management internship program.  I'd like to think it's because of my passion for music, my stellar GPA, and my stunning resume.  If I'm being honest, though, it's probably because I can speak both English and passable Korean... and because my advising professor is friends with BangPD-nim.  He may have put a good word in for me.

Name drop, bitches!

I moved to Seoul at the beginning of August to start this internship.  So far, I've learned a lot.  And by "a lot" I mean that I know exactly where all the files in the office go and how to brew a pot of coffee that no one hates, nor particularly likes, but that everyone finds at least mildly tolerable.  Win?

So that brings us up to the current situation and, I'll admit, I'm just as baffled as you that I've been selected as BTS's manager-pro-tempore.  The only logical explanation is that there wasn't another option.  With how busy BH has been lately, all their managers are already assigned.  I'm pretty sure it boiled down to a choice between me and the janitor, and the only reason he didn't get the job was that he has tenure and turned down the offer.

It's only for three months, though.  I'm sure I'll manage to get by.

See what I did there?  

I'm practicing my puns since I'll be working with Seokjin-oppa.

...Am I allowed to call him that?  I should probably ask him before assuming.

Anyway, wish me luck!  These guys have been doing this Idol thing for years so I'm probably more a formality than anything else.  They already know how to manage themselves.  

Right?