BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2014

Chapter 9- 1st Fanmeeting Muster

Author's Note at the End :)

Underlined + Italycised = French

March 16th, 2014:

We had just finished a fan meeting in Jongno and were back in the studio to practice for the 1st muster fan meeting we were having at the Olympic stadium on the 29th. W were asked to individually go up to the staff's office area to do some kind of test, none of us were sure as to what it was. While one member went up, the rest remained in the studio, individually working on parts of the dances we were performing for the fan meeting. We were told we could go home afterward since it was 10pm already. I was honestly surprised some staff was still here. Usually, the other members would have probably come back down to keep practicing, but this comeback had truly been, and was, so tiring that they all decided to go to their dorm.

I was the last to be called up and so no one was left in the studio by the time my time came.

"Y/N, it's your turn," Yoona says in the doorway.

I look from my phone and quickly stand up.

"Finally. So, what is this? A psychological test? Like to figure out my personality? I've always wanted to take one of those tests," I ask curiously.

"Yup, that's exactly it," Yoona nods.

"Really! Oh my god, yay!" I say happily.

I get off the elevator and Yoona guides me to a conference room with cameras set up around the table. A laptop was placed in the center of the table.

"Hello Y/N," says the director, "please sit and the test should already be there on the screen".

I nod and sit down.

"Do I start now?" I question looking up at them and the pen and paper beside me.

"Whenever you're ready," they reply.

I start reading the questions out loud for the audience to also know what I was answering and know my thought process.

"Do you regularly make new friends?" I read, "this is a tough question. I think I have a pretty solid friend group, but I also don't feel I make them all that often. I'm a pretty introverted person, I like to keep to myself," I explain, "so I'll go with... slightly disagree?"

I answer a couple more questions before the screen goes black for a few seconds.

"What?" I say confused until a bloody ghost-like person suddenly appears on the screen screeching.

"Maud*t tab@rnak de câl*se!" I shout in my Québec French leaning back in my chair, holding on to my heart.

After realizing what it was, I let out a breath, "sacr@ment..." I mutter laughing to myself, still clutching at my heart. The staff was laughing hysterically, making me laugh at my reaction even more.