Seven really isn't a lucky number. You don't think so? Try living with seven guys and get back to me on that. This is my memoir about the time that I had to stay in Got7's dorm because my umma and appa ditched me for Hawaii island and left me in Seoul with my brother Jackson. Why anyone would think that he could take care of another person is beyond me. Also the people he lives with are a bunch of nut jobs, so I can't see how this situation could have turned out well.

A/N: I switched from B.A.P. to Got7 because I haven't really liked B.A.P since Badman. That MV had almost as much black on black violence as the south side of Chicago.