BOOK OF SINS(ERITY) (BOTTOM MAKNAE JIN ONE SHOTS)

SPONSOR (JINXMC) PT. 1

MC - Male Character

After BTS finished their performance, everyone went to their company with heavy hearts. The boy group didn't have that much fans gathered in every event that they do even if already three years passed since their debut. To summarize everything, their company was losing money because they invest a lot of money for the group's performance. Stylists, manager, transportation fee, concert place rent, employees, dancers, vocal coach, electricity, etc. They have to pay it all.

But how could they pay it when only less than half of concert tickets get sold everytime?

The members sensed the heavy atmosphere inside the building. The employees are whispering against each other with frown on their faces and some are busy receiving calls from the telephone while shouting. Everyone was busy and looked like they did not sleep for three days. Seokjin noticed it and asked his hyungs.

"Why are they all so busy? Did something happen?" Seokjin asked and Namjoon just sighed.

"I also don't know Jinnie. I just hope that nothing bad was happening."

Everyone nodded and decided to just go to their practice room to practice. No one could dare to slack off because of the atmosphere. They also know that their popularity wasn't improving and that their company wasn't doing that well that's why they should at least practice to improve themselves as idols. But Seokjin who wasn't as fit as the older members started dozing off while practicing.

"Seokjin, are you sleepy?" Hoseok who was leading the practice at the moment asked and everyone stopped dancing. Seokjin who started dancing sloppily fluttered his eyes wide open like an owl and started shaking his head.

"Me? No. I'm fine. I can do it. Yeah. I'm good." Seokjin's voice got higher in pitch as he lies. For the older members it sounded like. 'Hyung, I want to sleep so let's get this over with.

If Seokjin wasn't the one who started yawning in the middle of the dance practice then that person will get beaten to death. But still, since he was the maknae and he was still at that age in which his growth hormones are active, they decided to just end the practice and continue the next morning. If only they knew what was about to come.

That time, at Starblock's coffee shop.

"No, I won't do it. What kind of nonsense is that? I'll work my ass off and even sell my organs just to support my kids so go out. I don't need your money!" Producer Bang shouted in anger. He shouldn't be doing it in front of a person who was offering him money but it was impossible not to. Two people in black suits said that they'll sponsor the company and they're even willing to pay Producer Bang's debt but of course they won't do it for free. They want something in return.

"Our president asked to deliver it clearly to you. As you know, our company is the largest sponsor for every successful group that was known until now. Our president was usually kind and he would sponsor potential idol groups that was likey to succeed but I don't think BTS have that 'potential'." The man in suit leaned his back on the sofa and stared at producer Bang's eyes wickedly. "You know also know it, Producer Bang. It's been three years since they debuted and for three years you've been on the edge of the cliff because of your debts. Do you want to eat jail food for the rest of your life?"

"No, but how could I..." Producer Bang trailed off. He was lost in thoughts for a second but he was determined. "No, I can't do that to them. They're like my kids and I can't stomach the thought of sending one of them to your bed while I lavish in luxury. I would rather die than do that so please leave."

"Tsk, because I've been saying it to you nicely you just can't seem to understand what I'm, huh?" The man snorted. "I mean, how could you even have pride after your 'kids' get ignored by the people even when they're idols?"

Producer Bang's face froze. He can't endure the hurtful words that the man said to his kids. He didn't care about the hurtful words thrown at him but he couldn't stand the hurtful words that anyone would say about his kids.

"I...I don't want your money. They can achieve the top without your help. They just have to work harder and--"

"Harder... Yes, work harder you say." The man sighed. "Hey, look at me Mr. Bang. So what if they're talented? You also know that talent isn't everything. Yes they are handsome, good at singing, good at dancing, good at everything but so what? They still have to perform on stage, be on commercials, and be on variety shows so that they can get to the top. But are there any programs that want them? No, right? That was because you don't have enough money to invest on them. Reality check, Mr. Bang. You need money to make them succeed!"

"Yes, I know but..." Mr. Bang didn't have anything to say to that. That was because the man said nothing but the truth. Money, yes he needed money. Money was what he needed to succeed but he can't sacrifice the group's moral for that dirty thing.

"Mr. Bang, what will you use to film their comeback music video? The cameras and director for jacket photoshoot? Are you sure you could make all of those happen without money? Think wisely, Mr. Bang. Your debts are more than millions. I'm sure you can't even afford to feed them by now. I don't know why are you so prideful for such a poor man."

"..."

"That's why you should forget morals and those shit that won't help you and just send the member that the president want, yeah? He won't do anything. He'll just pleasure the president and that's all. It's practically easy money." Producer Bang's eyes widen at the shamelessness of the man.

"Look at me, you perverted fuck. They are boy group. Do you think it makes sense to send one of them to pleasure your boss?"

Producer Bang was now more than furious. If he could he wanted to strangle the man right then and there. Just what kind of perverted old man is there president to want a young boy as a bed warmer?

"Is that even important? Don't you think it's even more of a relief? It's not like he's asking for a girl group member to fuck. And also, you know that pretty boys are more attractive than girls."

"..." Producer Bang can't believe what he just heard.

"This is once of a life time chance, Mr. Bang. If you lose it, those kids that you're protecting so much will face big failure and you will spend the rest of your life in prison."

Producer Bang knows how much debt he have. He can't even afford to eat everyday and he have multiple jobs other than producing to pay his rent. Yes, his life was a mess but he valued art and sincerity than money.

"I won't accept your money ever. That's final. Even without any help, I'm confident that I can make them succeed and taste the fruit of their own effort. Now, if you don't mind, I'll now go."

The two men watched as the producer left the coffee shop without even looking back.

"Tsk, because of people like him many youngsters these days believe on false hopes." The man who spoke with producer Bang shook his head.

"I know right, sir."

The man was in deep thought. Their president said that they should do anything to bring the kid he wanted or else they'll be fired. He needed to think of something.

"Ah..." The man smirked when he thought of something. "Well, if those boy group's president will be too stubborn we could just bring the kid without their president knowing, couldn't we?"

"What? Does that mean..."

"Bring the kid that our president wants without Mr. Bang knowing. Either force him or blackmail him, I don't care. Just bring hin to the pesident's office."

"I'll make sure to do that, sir."

-TBC-