BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017

Chapter 46- Friends with Benefits

Underlined + Italycised = French

May 3rd, 2017:

I woke up early and went to the main suite where we had set up a dinning area of sorts at 7 to get a banana before I knew the boys would be out so that I'd be able to see which rooms they came out of. I stood by the door trying to act inconspicuous. I was chatting with Yoona about global politics like the British elections that happened yesterday, the upcoming French elections, and Kim Jung-Un and Trump's back-and-forth shows of military strength. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door I wanted open, and Namjoon stepped out. I take in a sharp breath of excitement.

"You good?" Yoona says confused having noticed. She came to stand next to me and looked in the direction I was. Seeing only Namjoon walking over to the suite for food, she looked at me even more confused, but just shook her head probably thinking I was simply surprised since he was the first member to leave his room.

"Oh, hey," he smiled as he walked past me into the suite, "you're up early".

"Hey," I reply, trying to find a way to subtly bring up what I had seen last night because I was desperate to see if my thoughts were right, "yeah, went for a run," I lie, "had a good night?"

"Yeah, slept like a baby," he smiles as he pours cereal into a bowl, "you?"

"Yeah, slept okay," I nod. He nods and continues to go about making his breakfast in silence. With Yoona and others in the room, I didn't want to risk anything, so I dropped the subject for now.

"Ummm, oppa... Jimin oppa knows," I say quietly sitting down at the main table with him.

He looks at me confused.

"Knows what? Jimin knows a lot of stuff," he chuckles.

"About what happened between me and... and you know who, you know," I say not wanting to say too much since Yoona and a styling staff were still talking on the couch away from us. I pucker my lips slightly to make sure he got the message.

"Oh... oooooohhh," Namjoon says going wide-eyed finally cluing in, "how'd he react?"

"Not good, but I think they'll work it out," I sigh, "I did tell him I'm over it and don't need him to be angry for me".

Yoona and the staff left the suite, something about a clothes delivery or organisational issue.

"Good," he says seriously, "we don't need to relive any of that".

Just as I was about to ask him his thoughts on the current North Korean relations, the same staff member I saw leave his room last night walked in. She seemed a bit surprised to see me there, but that could have also been my brain wanting to see it that way. Her face changed for maybe half a second before going back to a smile.

"Hi," she bowed, "uh, you guys are up early".