~Chapter 1: Dogs~

My name is Y/N L/N. I came to Seoul, Korea from Y/C because of my parents' death. My brother, B/N, lives back in Y/C. My parents died 7 years ago, due to a plane crash on their way to Japan for a vacation week. I am currently 19 years old, and my brother is 22. I live in a small apartment, and can barely afford it. I work in a coffee shop, and get many visitors. If it weren't for the regulars, I'd be broke and on the streets. I am an A.R.M.Y, and love BTS. I want to be a choreographer, but I've been turned down by JYP and places like them, but I'm still waiting on a reply from BigHit. I have a dog which I named Ta-Yoon because it sounded nice, and because it fit her. B/N is the only person who knows I'm depressed and cuts, but has been trying to help for years, and he can't anymore now that I moved. We talk every once in a while, but it's hard due to time zones and his job as a police officer. I wish I could meet BTS but they wouldn't care about me. Nobody does. I'd be better off dead, I'm just wasting air here on earth. I have no purpose here on earth anyways. I should just end it all. I will soon, because no one will know or care.