BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2013

Chapter 31- Deserving of the World

November 13th, 2013:

We were in the cars heading back to HQ after a long day of rehearsals, outfit checks, and socialising with other artists. I was completely drained. I could barely walk back to the vans alone and was terrified to have to pass through the same door the incident happened at. For some reason, I was scared he would somehow come to drag me away again. However, once I reached the comfort of the van, as soon as I sat down, I was out. I simply had nothing left, even after having eaten the sandwich, carrots, and chocolate bar Yoona had gotten me. If anything, they upset my stomach more. Yoona had also given me ibuprofen for my headache throughout the day, but this time she was much more strict on how much I got and when I got them.

After our rehearsal, I had given a report to the police. It was extremely difficult having to remember everything that had happened. They then asked if I wanted to press charges. After discussing it with the boys and Sejin, we had decided to press charges. It would most likely result in a media frenzy, but if we didn't he would probably try to do something again. I didn't want to have to relive the events again, especially with the fact the media would definitely be publishing story after story about it, but I'd rather suffer through this process once than have to live through another sexual assault. The police had said they would try to be as discreet about this as possible, but I'd be surprised if this wasn't in the news tomorrow morning. This building was filled with media and people that probably didn't get paid enough to care about some rookie idol's image and therefore would be willing to sell any information they know and be passed off as an "industry insider".

"Is she ok? Is she alive?" I hear someone say faintly in the distance.

"Of course, she is," someone else quips back, "she's just probably had the longest and most traumatic day of her life".

I hum, letting them know I was in fact alive. They couldn't get rid of me that easily I chuckle slightly. I slowly open to find I was already in HQ, on the couch in Yoongi's studio.

"Hello, welcome back to this world," Seokjin says smiling.

"Hi... how did I get here?" I question tiredly, sitting up.

"Jimin carried you," Taehyung informs me.

I smile at Jimin, my way of thanking him, which he returned with a smile of his own.

"What made you laugh?" asks Jimin.

"Someone asked if I was alive," I chuckle some more, "you won't be getting rid of me that easily".

Everyone cracks a smile, unsure if it was acceptable of them to laugh with me about such a horrendous situation. Silence falls around us. I could tell they were walking on eggshells around me. I think they knew not to ask me if I "was ok" given how I reacted when they had throughout the day, and they weren't sure how else to breach the topic.

"So today was a sh*t day," I say, breaking the ice.

"Yeah, you can say that again," Jungkook replies.

"I'm sorry. I brought this on, and all this happened today because..." I try to apologise for putting the group through such an arduous day, but Namjoon cuts me off.