BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2016

Chapter 77- Gifts

December 3rd, 2016:

I had had a very good talk with my sister who had called me to congratulate me while baking Seokjin's cake for his birthday tomorrow. We talked about our dad, the kids, politics, and me trying to get her to tell me who she was seeing. She still wouldn't tell me, because, as she said, she wanted to be sure first.

I had half expected, wished, for Timothée to text me a congratulatory message, but nothing of the sort happened. I kept wanting to text him about the recent hockey or soccer scores but kept having to remind myself not to. It sucked not having anyone to really talk about this stuff with anymore, especially since he was the one to really get me into it.

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December 4th, 2016:

"Happy birthday!" I shouted, coming into the dance studio holding my cake.

"Aw, thanks Y/N," Seokjin smiles, coming over to take it, "ooo, it's fancy!"

"Yeah, I invested in sparkly sprinkles," I wink, "thought you'd appreciate it".

"I do, this is great," he beams, setting the cake down on the back counter space and taking several pictures of it.

Everyone arrived and we went to a meeting about our next comeback and tour which had already been announced. We had all submitted our songs, melodies, beats, and lyrics already and would now learn which had made the cut.

It turned out, none of my submissions made it. It was a bit disappointing, but not all that surprising. Namjoon's submissions were simply better.

"How do you do it?" Taehyung pouts as we left the meeting room. He had submitted a melody and PDogg had even told him it was a real contender.

"Sorry," Namjoon chuckled slightly, swinging his arm around Taehyung.

"It's okay, he'll buy us dinner," Jungkook smiled mischievously, "with all those royalties he's getting".

"Woah, hold on now," Namjoon laughed, shaking his head, "Hobi and Yoongi hyung also have quite a few royalties".

"Then you can split it between you three," I suggest snickering.

"Hey hey," Yoongi spoke up, "you get your own dinner, you never eat it all anyways".

"I'll cover you guys," Hoseok smiles, ruffling Jungkook's hair, "you crazy food inhaler".

We all laugh as we went back to the studio to rehearse for our upcoming award show performances.

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December 20th, 2016:

I had just arrived at the boys' dorm after practice with the girls because Jungkook had texted me pleading for me to come over so we could watch the final episode of the show we'd been watching. I let myself in and had two heads snap up to look at me in surprise.