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July 14th, 2015:
We had finished promoting Dope and we're now on the USA leg of the Red Bullet tour. We had already performed in Australia and had just landed in New York. This was my second time in the city since my parents had taken my sister and me when we were kids, but this was the boys' first time, and they were in awe. You hear so much about New York, but it's a whole other thing to experience it, see if the hype is real.
We were doing interviews most of tomorrow and then going through rehearsals at the New York venue. We had landed in the early evening, and I was meeting my family for a dinner. My sister, dad, Audrey, and her kids had come down for the concert. I dropped my stuff off at the hotel and took a cab to meet them at the restaurant my dad had reserved.
"Y/N!" My sister shouts, running up to me when she saw me speaking to the hostess.
"Uh, I see them," I chuckle to the hostess, my sister's screams answering my statement that my family should be here.
"How are you? How was the trip? Australia?" she asks excitedly.
"It was good," I answer, smiling at how happy she seemed to see me.
We reach the table, and my dad hugs me tightly.
"I missed you so much," he whispers letting go of me.
"I missed you too," I whisper back.
"Y/N, this is Audrey," my dad says, turning to the woman who was standing behind him.
"Hi, Audrey," I reach my hand out for her to shake, "it's great to finally meet you in person".
"Likewise," she says taking my hand.
My dad gestures to the other side of the table where Mathieu and Anne were sitting.
"And this is Mathieu and Anne," he introduces.
"Hi guys," I wave, "it's so nice to finally see you in real life".
Anne blushed. She was hiding partially behind her brother. It made me chuckle internally. We had talked quite a bit since our call in Malaysia. We weren't exactly strangers, but I guess meeting me in person was a different story.
I sit down next to my dad in front of my sister who was sitting next to the kids.
"So how were the Australian concerts?" my dad asks as we took a look at the menus.
"They were really good," I answer, "it was a nice start to the tour".
"You must be so tired," my sister comments, "are you fit for a concert on Friday?"
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BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2015
FanficThis is year 2015 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...
