BTS - The Eighth Member

Argument: Stress

This comeback was knocking everyone off their feet. We'd been in the studio, training sunrise to sunset for weeks, we were all exhausted, physically and mentally.

The dorm was no fun anymore, the only times we were ever there was to eat or to sleep, otherwise you'd catching us drilling our dances or at vocal practice, often both at the same time.

There were a lot of petty fights occurring, with us all being generally annoyed an in bad moods constantly, from sheer exhaustion. Usually they were silly things about dishes or doing laundry, but it left a sour mood hanging over the group.

That's what had happened this morning, Jungkook had made breakfast without cleaning up after himself, Namjoon had got annoyed and we were all now riding to the studio in complete silence.

"Sooooo..." I tried to lighten the mood.

"Don't, Hana. Just don't." Jin patted my arm, "Not today." I shuffled in my seat, I hated when everyone got like this, but of course living and being around one another 24/7 wasn't the easiest task.

No one spoke until we made our way up to the studio, and J-Hope only broke the silence to clarify that we were running the whole album top to bottom today, as many times as it took to get it right.

Today wouldn't be easy, and the awkward atmosphere that had fallen over the group would only make it worse.

"Will we run the solos first?" Jungkook asked, "And get them out of the way."

"Of course." I heard Joon mutter, "Of course he wants to be centre of attention first."

"Hey," I padded to his side, "You know he's not doing it out of spite. It makes sense to run the solos first."

"Of course you'd say that," Joon looked up at me coldly from where he was sitting, "You've got a solo too, right now it seems like the JK and Hana show."

"Come on, Joon." My lip quivered, "That's not true. We're a team. If you would just put aside your annoyance at Jungkook for five minutes you would see that I'm right."

"Whatever Hana," He brushed me aside, "You can't see it because of how much we baby you and JK, but it's always about you two. Every time."

"That's not fair." I answered, voice trembling, "We're not trying to be nuisances for you."

"Well you are!" He snapped, "Especially right now, Hana, you're being the biggest nuisance in the room." Joon had raised his voice enough for the rest of the guys to turn and stare.

I'd gotten into my fair share of squabbles with them, but never once had one of them raised their voice at me.

"Namjoon!" Jin scolded from the other side of the room, "That is enough. You're our leader. Act like it."

As Jin spoke I edged my way towards the door, making a break for it down the corridor, pathetic tears blocking my view.

"Hana! Wait!" Without stopping I whipped back to see Joon sticking his head out the door sorrowfully.

"You better go after her, Hyung." Taehyung had joined him, "She's upset, like really upset. I've never seen her like this before."

I kept swerving my way through the endless corridors at the studio, until a hand latched onto my wrist, pulling me to a stop.

"Hana." Joon panted, keeping his hand wrapped around mine.

"Oppa, let go." I pulled away, "You're scaring me right now."

Immediately his hand dropped, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to. I'm just so stressed out."

My face was blotches of red, and I wiped at the single tear that fell down my face, "Everyone is stressed out."

"I know. I know." He ran his hand through his hair, "I shouldn't have said what I did. I wasn't thinking."

I turned my head away from his, knowing that if I looked I'd feel compelled to forgive him.

"Hana, please." He reached for my hand, but recalling my previous statement, stopped, "Can I hold your hand?"

Sniffling lightly, I offered him my hand, and he wrapped both of his around it, "I really am sorry Kid. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Talk to Jungkook." I answered, "This whole thing started because of a misunderstanding that you guys had. I want you to fix it so this weirdness that's in the group will disperse."

"On it."

I smiled lightly. If Joon could fix his relationship with Jungkook then maybe the whole group dynamic wouldn't be as strained anymore.

"I'm sorry." He spoke again, pulling me into a hug. The height difference meant I was practically smushed into his shoulder. But it was coming from the right place.

"It's okay, Joon. I forgive you." For a second I returned the hug, "But seriously I can't breathe."

"Oh!" He pulled back, giving me a pat on the shoulder, "Well I don't want that. Without you I think I'd be mad at Jungkook for eternity." He joked.

I broke a small smile, "I highly doubt that."