BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2014

Chapter 64- KBS Gayo Daechukje

26th of December 2014:

We were back in our dressing room looking at the video of our rehearsal when we hear Namjoon coming back, with none other than San E.

"You're a pretty good rapper, man," San E says.

"Thanks, it's a real honour to be complimented by you," Namjoon responds politely.

"Want to introduce me to your group?" San E asks suggestively.

"Uh... I'm not sure they're presentable," Namjoon responds awkwardly, "I'll introduce you later for sure".

"I'll keep you to that promise!" San E laughs and I'm assuming he left since Namjoon walked in.

"How was your rehearsal?" Yoongi asks once he sees Namjoon.

"It was good," Namjoon smiles, "Soyu is so sweet and made it really comfortable".

"She's so amazing," Taehyung says, all lovey eyes.

"I feel like the wrong person got chosen to perform with her," I chuckle.

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We had left the venue to get our hair and makeup done for the red carpet. We had also changed into our red-carpet outfits. For the boys, it was nice, patterned suits and/or jackets. For me, it was a short black dress with long sleeves and heeled black boots. The bottom of the dress was padded to match the boys' suits, so we looked cohesive. However, unlike the boys, I didn't have any coat or blazer which meant I was freezing on the carpet.

We were next up, so we had left the warmth of the lobby area and were waiting outside for our turn. I was jumping around trying to stay warm.

"Here," Taehyung grabs my arm to stop me from moving and puts his big coat around me.

"Thanks," I shiver, "it's so fricken cold".

Taehyung frowns and puts me in an extra big hug.

"Warmer?" he asks.

"Very," I smile warmly, "thanks oppa".

We hear the MC call our name and I hurriedly give Taehyung his jacket back. I grabbed my sleeves to try and stretch them to cover my hands as I waved to the crowd of photographers. I couldn't help but rub my legs together to try and get any type of warmth. I feel Seokjin and Yoongi stand a little closer than they usually did, probably to try and keep me warmer.

Our time is up, and we walk, or jog in my case, off the carpet to go back to our dressing room. We're met in the lobby by our managers and Yoona quickly gives me a padded jacket to put on.

"I have some words to say to the person that decided to put me in a dress," I mutter, still shivering.

We get to the changing room, and I go behind the wall divider to change into our outfit for our first performance, Danger. I put on black, short shorts, a white blouse, and a blazer with the same pattern as the boys' suits. I then slip on small, black, block-heeled shoes.