Stay [Bts x Child! Reader]

Chapter 8: Y/n

"You like it?" Jackson asked, grinning as he came out.

"O-of course, but," You shook your head, blinking at the huge structures before you. An amusement park. They booked you an amusement park for your birthday. You looked back at Jackson. "An amusement park?"

"Of course, did you expect anything less?" Jackson sighed when you nodded. "Y/n, you're living with idols now, you should honestly expect more."

"Wait, so you were going to do something more?" You stared at him with wide eyes, not believing it when he nodded.

"Well, duh. I was going to get you a water park and an amusement park, but-"

"Wait-WHAT?! An amusement park and a water park?!" You sputtered, ignoring someone-Jinyoung?-sigh and say, "And, he told her." Jackson gave you a look like, 'Did I stutter?' and shook his head as if he were exasperated. Actually, he probably was.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, if you know your guardians, then you know me." At your raised eyebrow, his smile turned sheepish. "Well, I may be a tad bit more dramatic." He shook his head.

"You know," He said, still smiling-did he ever stop? "Most kids are nervous about meeting adults, but I think most twelve year-olds are more mature than adults think." You noticed he didn't say 'us adults,' he said 'adults.'

You grinned a little, trying not to let the fact that you didn't actually know BTS that well, show. Other than the maknaes and Jin, of course, who you'd learned were the vocal line.

"Well, I was nervous at first," You admitted, embarrassed. "And, yeah, people always assume I have the personality of a five year-old. I'm old enough to fan over cute guys, you know!"

Jackson just laughed at you and you pouted.

"Yes, Y/n, I know that, now come one, we need to try all the rides." Jackson grabbed your wrist, dragging you in, past security and on to the first ride. Which happened to be really tall. And fast. But slowed. At very, high places.

Cue the screaming.

And the stomach leaving your body.

"Jackson Wang, if you ever-"

"Honorifics, Y/n, it's oppa," He cut you off, smirking. "You liked it didn't you?"

"Well, yes, but don't drag me onto random rides like that!" You exclaimed, face red from anger and screaming. Everyone burst out laughing at that, and you turned redder.

"You guys are ones to talk!" You sputtered, ready to use what you'd learned about them, against them. "I know some of you are scared of rollercoasters!" You pointed at those 'some,' which included the one and only Jackson Wang, and glared.

Those 'some' blushed, and you gaped, for Kang Taehyun was part of that 'some.' Kang-freaking-Taehyun blushed. From a little twelve-I'm sorry, thirteen year-old. Oh, dear, what did you do to him? Was he sane?

"Y/n, we-" At your crossed arms and tapping foot, Huening Kai cut himself off, there just wasn't a good explanation. The maknaes of Got7 and BTS were the ones who apologized.

"Sorry, Y/n-ie~" Yugyeom patted your head, while everyone else gave you a big group hug. "We didn't mean to laugh." Smothering you in hugs, the maknae line squeezed you until you were practically out of air.

"It's fine," You grumbled, probably more annoyed with the hugging than the rollercoaster. "Just don't do it again."

"Of course!" Taehyung said, grinning and you began to grow suspicious when Jungkook held out a hand for you to take, all while grinning mischievously.

You cautiously grabbed his hand and- "AHHH! ACK-NO! Not again!!!" You shrieked in terror, instantly clinging to Jungkook as he picked you up to his side like a baby to where you had to cling to him, wrapping your short legs around weist.

"Put me down!" You yelped, burying your face in your arms which were wrapped around his neck. "Sunbaaaaaaae," You all but screamed in his ear. "Put me dooooooooown!"

"Y/n," Jungkook giggled. "You said don't drag you onto a ride, you never said don't carry." At your outraged shriek, he started running, laughing his head off.

And that led to a bunch of scary but enjoyable rides.

After being exhausted by rides, you, unfortunately, got lost. You wandered around randomly, using signs to help you find the members. You didn't find all of them, but you found two familiar voices talking about you again. This time, though, one of them was crying.

"We can't do that, Namjoon," j-hope sobbed. "We can't. It's not right, especially not after the nightmares." What? What did he mean 'We can't do that?'

"I know, Hobi, but we need that so we can help her. I know it's not the best way but-" Hoseok cut Namjoon off before he could continue.

"Don't say it," Hoseok glared at Joon through his teary eyes, raising a finger in warning. "Don't say 'it's the only way,' it's not!" Hobi was practically hysterical, hus face a mess of tears, his eyes puffy and red, his breathing coming in gasps.

"Hobi, calm down, please, it's fine. It didn't even have much a chance anyway," Namjoon said soothingly, though it did anything but calm j-hope down.

"You're a liar," Hoseok hissed, and your eyes widened. Hobi never snapped at anyone, least of all the leader. "You're a liar, Namjoon. You know it would be accepted the moment you said it. We'd fight you a little, but eventually we'd accept it.

"But have you ever considered what Y/n would feel about it? They're her family, Namjoon, she still loves them, but we love her. So, Joon, see reason, or we may lose Y/n forever." Hobi's face and eyes were so terribly redb and if they weren't talking about you, you would've cried, too.

"You know what?" Hoseok puts a hand up, stopping Namjoon before he could say anything. "Forget it. I can't do this anymore. I can't. All we're doing is hurt her. I can't." Can't...what? Can't live you anymore? Were they going to return you?! Were they going to forget you? Didn't want to live with you anymore???

You almost screamed, tearing at your hair silently so they wouldn't hear you, but you couldn't banish the thought, Did they not want you anymore? Forgetting that Hoseok had said 'But we love her,' you thought of a possible solution-no, the only solution to spare yourself the pain of their strained smiles that almost seemed fake, and their probably also false worry in their eyes.

Mr. Lee was right. Why would celebrities want you? Simple. They didn't.

So you ran.

You ran, first backing away slowly so they wouldn't be alerted to your presence, then running at full sprint.

You ran, and ran, and ran, face streaming with tears, your breaths coming in short, harsh gasps ad you let out all the worry and pain and sorrow from the past couple weeks.

You ran until you were out of the park, out of what felt like a cage of sorrow and regret.

You ran until your anger and hurt melted into that sorrow and melancholy, leaving you empty.

The hole these seven idols had filled emptying out, until you were nothing but an empty wraith, wandering the busy streets of Seoul.