Author's Note: Realised I've been calling Eunha (stage name) Eunbi (real name) and I don't know for how long I've been slipping up, but I will go back and fix it soon. But, she's back to Eunha moving forward
August 17th, 2017:
In the club, it was packed and I quickly lost sight of the rest of the group. I grabbed Eunha's hand before I could lose her too. I had not expected it to be so busy on a random weekday. People were pushing past me and dancing against each other. I stopped dead in my tracks, trying to back up and go back outside.
"Hey girlie, you're too pretty to be on the side by yourself," some guy who had come over said, "let me buy you a drink, gorgeous".
"I... no," I say, my eyes moving from him, to another guy that was coming our way, "sorry..."
I take Eunha's hand and drag her to the side with me.
"I can't do this," I whisper, not liking how close everyone was, looking around at all the men and seeing where their hands were. I don't think she heard me over the loud music, however.
"Hey, come on," the guy followed us, "just one drink, I don't bite".
"Y/N, it's okay," Eunha says, thankfully picking up on my anxiety, "let's go to the bathroom area it'll hopefully be less crowded".
She guides me as I protectively try to lower my shorts and crop top. Whether by accident or on purpose, people were bumping into us, hands touching my shoulders and upper thighs as we pushed our way through. The guy that had spoken to us got lost in the crowd. We got to the bathrooms, and it was only slightly less crowded. But we couldn't even hide in the bathroom because of the line.
"Hey, sweethearts," another guy came up to us with his friend, "you guys looking for a good time?"
"No, keep walking," Eunha says curtly, giving them a death glare. Thankfully, while disgruntled, they got the message and left us alone.
"I can't do this Eunha, I can't do this," I say, my eyes darting everywhere trying to know where everyone was, "this was a mistake. It was a mistake... I thought I'd be fine, but... I can't do this".
"It's okay Y/N, breath," Eunha said, standing in front of me and keeping a hold of both my hands, "breath in... and out".
"What are you two fine girls doing away from the dance floor?" yet another random guy says coming over with a beer in his hands, "let me get you two a drink and get ourselves on the floor for a good time".
"No, we're fine here," Eunha says quickly, trying to get rid of him, "just keep walking".
"Jesus, just trying to be nice," the guy frowned upset, "what b*tches".
"Y/N, we're going to have to go back through the crowd to get out if you really can't do this," Eunha says, rubbing my arms keeping me grounded and ignoring the rude comment.
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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...
