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April 13th, 2017:
After the crew had left, leaving some cameras for us to film ourselves with, we spent the time in the pool and lounging about. After our ramen dinner, we all started making our way to bed. I took my shower last and came out of the washroom to see a duvet placed on the couch as an extra mattress layer along with a blanket and pillow. Despite the extra length the boys had gone to make it extra comfortable for me, I kept waking up roughly every hour. Finally, I decided to get up and go get some water and stretch my legs, maybe have a refresh that would help me go back to a good sleep.
I head to the kitchen and get a glass from the cupboard. I fill the glass and look out the window at the still water in the pool for a bit. After several seconds, I turn around, leaving the glass in the sink. That was when I saw a shadowy figure standing behind the other end of the island. I immediately go into protective, fight mode. I let out a scream, nearly a shriek, and grabbed the nearest thing to me, an orange from the fruit bowl. I absolutely send it toward the person before I could even register what I was doing. I was halfway through doing it again with another orange when the person's voice made me stop.
"Ow!" they shouted, "stop! It's me! Jimin!"
"Oh," I say, now a bit embarrassed, the arm holding the orang going limp to my side, "sorry".
"Y/N?" I could hear Jungkook say loudly from the hall.
"What's going on?" Hoseok added, obviously having also been woken up from my scream.
Soon, all the members were in the kitchen looking concerned. Jungkook had brought a hairdryer while Seokjin was holding what looked like Namjoon's art book ready to swing.
"False alarm everyone," Jimin said, massaging his chest where the orange had obviously hit him hard, "you should look into doing baseball".
"Did you throw an orange?" Yoongi questions, bending down to pick up the thrown, dented orange.
"I acted instinctively," I blush, "it was dark, and you didn't make any noise. It was scary".
"For us both," Jimin chuckles.
"So, nobody is actually in immediate danger?" Taehyung says, rubbing his eyes, a pencil in his right hand, "so I can go back to bed".
"Sorry guys," I say, smiling still a bit embarrassedly, "I'm a bit amazed by how quickly you guys thought of what would make good weapons though".
"It's the basic tenants of it has to be heavy and/or pointy," Seokjin shrugs.
"Regardless, I'm glad to know you've got good reflexes," Namjoon chuckles, "... now let's all get back to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow".
"She's got power," Jimin says as he went to get a glass of water for himself, "I'd be surprised if I don't have a bruise".
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BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017
FanfictionThis is year 2017 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. It tells the in-depth story of Y/N's personal and celebrit...
