the 8th member | BTS [under editing]

fifty two

as the youngest member rose from her bed, tears streamed down her face. it stings. everything is in pain. hurt both mentally and physically. the girl carefully lowered her frail body to the ground. everything seems surreal to her as she stares blankly out the window. rain began to fall just in time, pelting the window. she grieved again, but this time she knew that no amount of tears would wash away the agony in her heart. she clutches to her clothes for dear life, praying the anguish will subside. but it won't happen. it continues to taunt the girl.

"mum,"

she called out softly, unsure why she had done so. at the very least, she had the impression that her mother would console her even if she wasn't physically present. how long had it been since she last saw her mother? she met her mother with daehwi by chance over the course of four months.

mum,

she couldn't sleep after learning the truth once her school day was through. she was terrified that if she closed her eyes, they would never open again. her head was beating wildly, but she ignored it; it wasn't that important. then hanbyul stood up to take a piece of paper from under her pillow, where she had kept it hidden until now. after sejin sent her home, she dashed to her room and locked the door. hanbyul tossed her bag on the floor after she found something that she has been looking for.

they could be wrong. yes, they could be mistaken. nothing is wrong with me. and it was all hanbyul kept repeating in her head. hopefully, they were mistaken. before looking at the page, she took a deep breath.

positive

when she saw that word, she felt as if everything had vanished. she wanted to cry, but she was too exhausted. everything seemed to be pressing her from all sides. they weren't mistaken this time.

"no, we will inform your mother and others about this hanbyul," sejin said, clutching the document tightly. he was adamant about it when the doctor informed him of your existing state. as he glanced at hanbyul next to him, his hands began to tremble. hanbyul, on the other hand, stared mindlessly at the wall behind the doctor. she couldn't recall everything the doctor had said them, but she was certain this wasn't a good thing.

hanbyul shook her head, her gaze fixed on the elder man. she didn't want to tell anyone about what had happened. "sejin hyung, please ... allow me to handle this on my own. keep it a secret for the time being. i'll be okay," hanbyul continued to plead. the manager sighed and cursed as he turned around to face the wall.

this isn't a good sign. she's still quite young. in the first place, how could this have happened? why is god punishing her so harshly? as she pounded her fist against the wall, those thoughts raced through her mind. this disturbed her.
"you are a child. let's start with your mom first-"

the girl shook her head again, claiming that she didn't want to go through with what sejin had just stated. "we can't do it, hanbyul-ah ... your mother should be aware of this. I know it will be difficult, but it will pass quickly. consider the possibility that your mother is unaware of this. how do you think she might feel? you are the only child. at the very least, if she knew about it, she would take action, and I'm confident that if we told pd bang, he would find better treatment for you."

hanbyul clutched the manager's arm and shook her head as tears streamed down her cheeks. she had her own explanation. she was adamantly opposed to doing so. she couldn't stand looking at her mother in this state. " hyung, please. I beg you. I don't want to tell them... please," sejin wanted to say again, but couldn't since the little girl was already sobbing for her life. he couldn't figure out why she wouldn't notify them about her situation.
"even though I'm a child, please support my decision." allow me to be happy for the last time, hyung."