Prologue

I'm not quite sure how I ended up in this kind of situation; when this all started, I didn't think we would commit a crime. They came to me in need of help, but I never expected a huge scandal to break because of helping a boy band. With all seven boys on either side of me, I can't even comprehend the group of people flashing pictures at me. The continuous clicking and the shouting of the boys' names, all I can think about is how all this started. I look to my right where this perfect boy - no, I guess he's not a boy anymore, he's a man - this perfect man sits next to me.

He gives me a quick side glance and a reassuring smile, trying to tell me that everything was going to be alright. Except, the problem was, no matter how reassuring that smile is, his eyes are just as scared as my heart is.

"Why did you lie to your fans?" A reporter calls out and suddenly I was back in reality. That's right, now isn't the time to hide from the people, we called this press conference for a reason, all we want to do is maintain some sort of control over this situation.

Namjoon leans forward and starts talking into the microphone, "We didn't lie, we just needed a little bit more help when it comes to writing some of our songs."

"Then why hide your ghostwriter?"

"Does she have more meaning than just that of a ghostwriter?"

"Why didn't you just come out and say something about her?"

Reporter after reporter come forward to ask us questions and truthfully, I have no answer. Why did we lie? It's not like this is the first time someone had another person write their music for them. It's not that I have more meaning to the boys, I'm just here as a work colleague, nothing more, nothing less. Why didn't we say anything? I'm a nobody, a common girl. How would people react if a nameless writer started spewing about writing the lyrics for the global superstar boy band, Bangtan Boys?

"One question at a time!" Namjoon tries to calm down the audience. Each member trying to get in edgewise.

"Please don't think ill of Sakka," Hoseok tries to defend me. All I've done is cause them trouble.

"Then where does the lie start? Where does it begin?" This reporter's words struck a chord with me. A lie...? I guess we really are being blamed as liars. Called frauds for hiding the fact that none of the boys could write a thing.

"This isn't a lie and you shouldn't call it that without all the facts!" Jimin interjects and all the boys at once start raising their voices to try and defend me. I look to Jungkook once more and give him a vague smile. Confused, he gently takes my hand under the table, giving it a squeeze. I shouldn't let them slander their name anymore just because I made the mistake of agreeing to be their ghostwriter. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward into the microphone.

"I have something to say," I murmur, my voice is small, not filled with its usual confidence. How did I let it get this bad? The camera flashes suddenly turn to me and each boy stares at me in confusion. Jungkook tries to tighten his hold on my hand, whispering furiously to me.

"We told you not to speak!" He covers my microphone. Determined, I reached over to grab his microphone standing up.

"My name is Sakka Tsukama," I began, looking out to the crowd, "I'm an aspiring screenwriter and after a series of events, I somehow became the ghostwriter for BTS," Taking a deep breath, I move from the stage onto the floor, "If I could steal some of your time, I'd like to explain what has transpired over the course of this year. If I can, I'd like to tell you of how I became the ghostwriter for BTS and how this is not at all their fault..." Looking back at the boys, I began to delve into my story, "It all started back in January..."I'm not quite sure how I ended up in this kind of situation; when this all started, I didn't think we would commit a crime. They came to me in need of help, but I never expected a huge scandal to break because of helping a boy band. With all seven boys on either side of me, I can't even comprehend the group of people flashing pictures at me. The continuous clicking and the shouting of the boys' names, all I can think about is how all this started. I look to my right where this perfect boy - no, I guess he's not a boy anymore, he's a man - this perfect man sits next to me.

He gives me a quick side glance and a reassuring smile, trying to tell me that everything was going to be alright. Except, the problem was, no matter how reassuring that smile is, his eyes are just as scared as my heart is.

"Why did you lie to your fans?" A reporter calls out and suddenly I was back in reality. That's right, now isn't the time to hide from the people, we called this press conference for a reason, all we want to do is maintain some sort of control over this situation.

Namjoon leans forward and starts talking into the microphone, "We didn't lie, we just needed a little bit more help when it comes to writing some of our songs."

"Then why hide your ghostwriter?"

"Does she have more meaning than just that of a ghostwriter?"

"Why didn't you just come out and say something about her?"

Reporter after reporter come forward to ask us questions and truthfully, I have no answer. Why did we lie? It's not like this is the first time someone had another person write their music for them. It's not that I have more meaning to the boys, I'm just here as a work colleague, nothing more, nothing less. Why didn't we say anything? I'm a nobody, a common girl. How would people react if a nameless writer started spewing about writing the lyrics for the global superstar boy band, Bangtan Boys?

"One question at a time!" Namjoon tries to calm down the audience. Each member trying to get in edgewise.

"Please don't think ill of Sakka," Hoseok tries to defend me. All I've done is cause them trouble.

"Then where does the lie start? Where does it begin?" This reporter's words struck a chord with me. A lie...? I guess we really are being blamed as liars. Called frauds for hiding the fact that none of the boys could write a thing.

"This isn't a lie and you shouldn't call it that without all the facts!" Jimin interjects and all the boys at once start raising their voices to try and defend me. I look to Jungkook once more and give him a vague smile. Confused, he gently takes my hand under the table, giving it a squeeze. I shouldn't let them slander their name anymore just because I made the mistake of agreeing to be their ghostwriter. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward into the microphone.

"I have something to say," I murmur, my voice is small, not filled with its usual confidence. How did I let it get this bad? The camera flashes suddenly turn to me and each boy stares at me in confusion. Jungkook tries to tighten his hold on my hand, whispering furiously to me.

"We told you not to speak!" He covers my microphone. Determined, I reached over to grab his microphone standing up.

"My name is Sakka Tsukama," I began, looking out to the crowd, "I'm an aspiring screenwriter and after a series of events, I somehow became the ghostwriter for BTS," Taking a deep breath, I move from the stage onto the floor, "If I could steal some of your time, I'd like to explain what has transpired over the course of this year. If I can, I'd like to tell you of how I became the ghostwriter for BTS and how this is not at all their fault..." Looking back at the boys, I began to delve into my story, "It all started back in January..."