BTS - The Eighth Member

Overworking

"Hana?" Namjoon's head poked in the door of my office at BigHit.

I'd been here all day. We were planning our next comeback and I had a lot of work to do in terms of dance practice and producing.

"Hey." I ran my hands through my hair out of stress, turning back to greet Joon.

"I'm heading home now with Jungkook. You want a ride?" He asked, still lingering at the door.

"Nah, nah, I still have a lot to do here." I gestured at the screen behind me, where I was studying a previous performance of one of our songs.

"You sure?" He paused, "Tae's the only one still here."

"Yeah. I'm sure." I nodded, with a lazy smile, "I'll head home with him. Can you swing by his studio and let him know I'm still here?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Sure." He patted the door, "Don't overdo it, alright kid? Make sure you eat something before you get home."

"Will do." I saluted jokingly, turning back to my screen.

Comebacks always stressed me out the most. The entire reason I was in BTS was because I was an alto, a deep alto and I didn't match the vocal range of any of the girl groups, so the boys were a better fit.

That meant I did a lot of harmonisation, which, arguably was the hardest thing to do. And paired with dancing, sometimes my brain just couldn't take it.

I tried to focus on the Fake Love performance I was watching, it was part of this comeback tour, and it was the dance I struggled with the most. I had a lot of singing parts in this song, it left me winded and exhausted after each performance.

Biting the bullet, I stood up in my small studio and blocked out the choreography, humming lightly to myself, trying to match the pitch of my harmonies.

After making sure I could remember all the choreo I moved to the dance studio down the hall, deciding to run the dance full out, maybe try and sing if I could.

I set up my phone and let the music play, stumbling through the dance, and singing breathlessly. I was a hot mess, I didn't need my disappointed and rough reflection to tell me.

With a grunt of frustration, I slapped the wall length mirror in the studio, leaving it shaking and a pain shooting up my arm.

A bead of sweat was trickling down the side of my head, but in determination, I played the song again. Promising myself if I could get through the entire thing with no mistakes then I could take a break and grab something to eat.

I failed. So I played the song again.

I failed a second time. So I played the song again.

I failed a third time. So I played the song again.

By the sixth run through, where I still hadn't got it right, I was ready to pull out my hair by the roots. I was panting, and seeing stars, my body begging for a break, my knees shaking in exhaustion. Once again, I was a hot mess.

"Come on Hana." I slapped my face lightly, trying to shake it off, "Just get it right."

"Hana!" The door burst open, Taehyung swinging his car keys in hand, "If I hear Jimin's voice whining Fake Love down this hallway one more time." He grinned.

"Hi." I blinked rapidly.

"You ready?"

"Just let me do this one more time." I pleaded.

"That track has been on repeat for the last half an hour. I think you've done enough."

"Please."

"Come on Kid, let's go home." He put an arm round my shaking frame and coaxed me from the room. I didn't have the strength left to fight against him, but I did complain the entire way to the car.

"I almost had it." I argued, as he opened the door of his car.

"You can perfect it tomorrow." He nodded reassuringly, "Promise."

I leaned my head against the cool window of his jeep, it was a welcome refreshment to my sweating forehead.

"You alright?" Tae asked as we made our way home, "You look kinda pale."

"I'm fine." I assured, but my heart still hadn't stopped pounding from the intense workout I had had and my forehead was burning up.

"Did you eat?" He asked.

"Yes." I lied, knowing if I had told him the truth he would have stopped for food, and I didn't think that would help the nauseating feeling that was washing over me.

We spent the majority of the car ride in silence, I was trying to quit worrying about my physical state, convincing myself I just needed a good sleep.

As soon as Taehyung stopped the car, I jumped out, speed-walking for my room. I burst through the front door, Yoongi and Jimin were there to greet me, both sitting comfortably on the couch.

"Hey." Jimin smiled, "How was practice?"

"Good. Yeah. It was good." His question made me stop in my tracks. Big mistake. As soon as I stopped the entire room began to swim and I struggled to see straight.

"Hana!" I whipped round to see Taehyung standing confused at the door, "What was that about? Why'd you jump out so fast?"

I tried to take a step towards him but as I did my legs gave out underneath me, and I collapsed to the floor in a heap.

"Woah, woah, woah." Taehyung did his best to grab me, sliding to the floor with me.

"Oh my god." Jimin jumped up, Yoongi close behind.

"I'm alright. I'm okay." I promised wearily, curled up on Tae's knee on the floor.

"Obviously not." Yoongi grimaced.

I tried to sit up, still shaking, "I just need to sleep. That's all."

"Who needs to sleep?" Namjoon entered the living room, nearly dropping his coffee cup seeing me on the floor, "I told you not to overwork yourself Kiddo." He scolded.

"I know. I know." I used Taehyung for support as I rose to my feet, Jimin balancing me on the other side, "I just wanted to get it right. For Army."

The two helped me to the sofa, where I slumped down in exhaustion, my eyes heavy.

"Perfection isn't worth this." Namjoon looked between me and the guys, "Just sleep for a bit Hana, I'll get Jin to make some food for you when you wake up."

Jimin reached over the back of the couch, throwing a blanket over the top of me. I nestled into it mumbling softly, "Thank you. I love you guys."

I heard Jimin answer, "Love you too Kid." Before a hand patted my head lightly and I drifted off to a much deserved sleep.