December 7th, 2013:
We were currently on our way to the airport to go to our showcase in Japan. It was early in the morning and everyone in the van was sleeping except me. Even Yoona who was next to Sejin driving was sleeping. I had seen a therapist 2 times a week since the assault, but I was still afraid to sleep because the same nightmare of the assault going further kept coming back.
"Y/N?" I hear Sejin say quietly.
"Yes?" I reply looking away from the window.
"Still not sleeping?" he asks concerned.
"No... I'm too scared the nightmare will come back," I answer honestly.
"Hmm," he hums thinking, "have you talked about it with Ms. Song?"
"Yeah, we're working on it. I'll try to sleep on the plane," I reassure him.
He nods pausing, looking like he's thinking about how best to move on to his intended topic.
"I wanted to let you know also that Beomsoo is on his last chance," he says changing the topic, "I'm sure you've noticed he hasn't been interacting with you. He's been instructed that if he wants to interact with you, he must pass it through me or Yoona. If he doesn't, he will no longer be a Big Hit employee. So let me know if he does do anything," he pauses, "and I know you haven't been doing it, but just, you know, don't antagonise him, or do anything that would warrant him to get upset," Sejin explains.
I nod, "I won't if he doesn't," I reply, going back to staring out of the window.
I see Sejin roll his eyes in the rear-view mirror.
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We arrived in Japan and were currently in our hotel rooms. We had 30 minutes before we had to be in the elevator area ready to go to the hall we were having our showcase.
As always, I was sharing a room with Yoona, except this time I was also sharing it with two other female staff.
"You better not be a blanket stealer," I say to Yoona, taking my clothes out of my suitcase to hang them up.
"And you better not be a bed hoarder," she retorts.
I smile, she might be older than me, but we still had so no problem annoying and playing with each other. She made it easy for me to view her as a friend, not necessarily a superior in terms of age or status which made trips like these easier.
Someone knocks on the door.
"Y/N! You ready!" Jungkook shouts through the door.
I go to open it.
"You ready?" he repeats.
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BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2013
FanfictionThis is year 2013 of my slow-burn, detailed story of Y/N as the eighth member of BTS. The story is as realistic as possible which means it sticks to dates as well as social and idol "norms". This is not snapshots or short imagines, it does have a t...
