Author's Note at the End :)
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December 27th, 2015:
We had performed the first concert in Kobe yesterday and it had gone well enough. I could tell we were all really tired. This month had been grueling... on top of a grueling year. We were all a little quieter, a little more reserved, and a little worried about each other.
We were rehearsing on stage to run through the concert again to ensure we didn't make any mistakes and fix any disturbances we might have had yesterday. As we ran through the third song, Danger, the music suddenly stopped, and I looked around confused. I see Taehyung shaking his hand out to stop the music, holding his stomach as Jungkook went to go talk to him.
"What's wrong Taehyung-ah?" Hoseok asks him concerned.
"My stomach and head hurt," he mutters, crouching down.
I look over worried, I didn't want to crowd him given he was already probably nauseous, so I just stayed back as staff went to help him off stage.
"You guys can keep rehearsing," Sejin instructs, "we'll see what's wrong with him, don't worry".
We reluctantly nod and get back to our positions. We get three songs farther when Sungdeuk stops us.
"Yoongi, I think you should go take a break," he says, looking over at Yoongi with concern.
I turn, tired myself, to see Yoongi looking paler than usual. We really were falling like flies.
"No, no," Yoongi shakes his head, before crouching and putting it in his hands, "I'm fine".
"Hyung, just go sit down for five minutes," Jimin suggests.
"Seriously, I'm fine," he sighs.
"It's better you rest now than something happen during the concert," Hoseok says.
"Fine," he gives in.
He walks slowly past me to the stairs leading offstage. I carefully follow him given how fragile he looked. He got down two stairs before his legs give out slightly and he misses a step. I quickly grab his arm and stabilise him.
"I got you," I say reassuringly, helping him down the final steps.
That's when I noticed he was crying. I had never seen Yoongi this broken. I'd seen him cry before, but never in such a state, and in public.
"Don't think badly of me," he mutters through the tears.
"Of course not," I say, surprised he thought I would ever judge him for this.
Staff come rushing over to help us. By now, the whole group was backstage.
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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...
