Jennie's POV "You need to pause a little on that part, Yoongi. Again!" I said as we try to record their last song for this comeback. It's been a week since the incident with Yoongi and the others, and not a single soul gave me a chance to explain. Jisoo unnie had been staying with me eversince. There's no point in staying at their dorm when every human being inside that unit hates me. Well, except for Jin and Jungkook and that's mainly because of Jisoo unnie. Namjoon kept on glaring at me. Hobi doesn't even give me a smile. Jimin doesn't even spare a glance while V simply ignores my existence. I can't say I've given up. I tried to reach out to them multiple times and I'm thankful for Jisoo unnie is still letting me even if I know for sure how pathetic I have been making myself. Everyday, I feel like I'm getting smaller and smaller and the remaining self esteem that I have on myself is even slowly fading. Jisoo unnie may not be saying anything about it though I was sure there was pity in her eyes. As for Yoongi, the only time I see him is everytime they recorded. I tried to talk to him but it feels like talking to a wall. Somehow, they were doing a great job in making me feel like I don't exist, and it ing hurts everytime. It feels like there was a knife on my chest. They have been recording for two days and everything was a mess. The boys are messing up on purpose and not listening to anything I've got to say as their music director, and everyone around the office is feeling the tension. I get it. They just met me so it's easy to keep their distance but to me, it hurts like hell. They're the closest to family to me. Every moment I've spent with them had been the most beautiful moments of my life, but I guess it isn't the case for them. For once, I thought I've found friends, but I guess they are just a bunch of wonderful people passing by. I know it's my fault for not telling them but I hope they realize that it's my job and I've been doing it even before I personally get acquainted with them. Besides, I was never confident in telling people about what I do. In fact, I don't usually have someone to tell these things with, until they came. Above all this, Yoongi is being a real bastard. Yesterday, when he was doing his part on the song, he kept on the glaring in the glass like he can actually see me. "Again!" I said, my voice getting stern every moment. This guy is starting to piss me off. My blood boil a lot more when I saw him roll his eyes. But again, I can't do anything about it. "Yoongi, please..." I pleaded. I was so sure the people behind me are getting awkward. Besides, my voice is no longer masked. What's the point when they already know who I am. But the people with me are confused as . "What?" he said, in a mocking tone. "Would it be easier if I stay out so you can record comfortably?" I sigh in defeat. If that's what would it take for this song to finish, I don't even care anymore. I feel like my presence is slowly killing their passion and I don't want that to happen. "That would be nice." . I was expecting that but hearing it from him hurts a lot more than when I was beaten up. Somehow, I'd rather want to be beaten up again by those girls rather face the wrath of these boys. This is why I don't want to get close to people. "Okay." I said in defeat. Then I turned around to the people behind me and gave instructions. Though confused, they didn't ask any questions. "Yoongi, Mr. Kang will takeover until it's time for all of you to record. I'll stay out first." I saw him rolled his eyes but he did not respond. I took my mask before going out. The faster I go, the faster they can finish the song. After stepping o