Taehyung was walking down the corridor with his hands in his pockets. He couldn't care about anything anymore. His mood was low today for an unknown, special reason.

He happened to bump into Kimona who was scolding a staff under her, again.

But this time, Taehyung had convinced himself that he was a good man and wouldn't cross his limits. He had a reputation to keep, a personality on camera to gamble.

"What do you think will happen to the reputation of a Boy Band as big as them? You want them to wear this?" Kimona throws a bunch of satin clothes on the ground to soil. The dressing head was quietly listening to the employee being taunted by the young woman.

Taunted so much so that she was bawling her eyes out, sobbing her throat out of her mouth and trying to be as less annoying as possible.

Taehyung couldn't handle this anymore.

He knew what to do.

To talk Kimona into her place so that she would never bounce back on her hideous legs. She would be too broken to even answer him.

He was ready to traumatize her emotionally.

"What is going on in here?" His Satanic imitative of a voice disrupts their little fight. The employee tries to hide from the Band member. She thought she was doing a terrible job.

Instead, Taehyung lifts the two pieces of clothes, probably Jimin's and Hoseok's as he neatly places them on the desk. The dressing head sighs to herself, she had enough of Kimona as well.

Taehyung and her were pretty close. He understands her eye gestures as he nods. The dressing head woman walks out of the conversation.

"What's with that look? Are you going to scream at me again?" Kimona pretty much was testing THE Kim Taehyung. He knew things weren't going to be pretty about what comes out his mouth next.

He was beyond pissed.

"I can't waste my energy on you. But I shall ask you why are you even opposing to someone who isn't even under you? What is your motive of joing our company? You're tearing us apart."

If it was anyone else other than Kimona, the girl would have sprinted out of the room with tears and snot gushing out of her face. Kimona felt her heart pick up an unusual pace when Taehyung was walking towards her.

She knew better than to scratch or fight with a man who danced for 12 hours a day. BTS was built different from day one.

"Why do you want to break the only thing we were trying to build since our debut?" Kimona widens her eyes when Taehyung asks her.

He was pretty much riding up on her face. She was glowing red with multiple emotions.

And one of them was fear.

She contains a shudder in her little body as she scurries away from the man's devilish gaze. She felt uncomfortable.

She felt like a prey in front of an apex predator who knew no mercy.

"I'm not doing this because I want to hurt people. It's because I know the world and how they respond to people who are dressed the way you are dressed. Every concert of yours...I've been there.

Taking all the hate."

Taehyung couldn't believe his ears.

He couldn't connect the dots. Her words and her past behaviors were misaligned for his knowledge.

At the most, he came to one conclusion.

"You...were an ARMY?"

A/n: Let me educate the new Fandom people about how bad it was for us veterans back then. Prepare yourselves for a depressing Chapter ahead!