March 16th, 2018:
My breathing was deepening and quickening as I finally put down one of the notebooks I'd been in the process of destroying. The pounding in my head was getting more intense as I sat back against the side of my couch. I was crying so much my vision was becoming fuzzy. I could hear shouting and banging in the distance, but it could just be the pounding of my headache.
---- Outside Y/N's studio ----
"Who the f*ck knows her code," Yoongi said angrily pounding on the door, "Y/N, please, open the door".
"There must be a default code or something," Namjoon says turning to Sejin who looked clueless.
"Try everything then," Jungkook said pushing Yoongi aside punching in every possible combination like Y/N's birthday, every member's birthday, their debut date, her mother's passing, their first win. Nothing worked.
"Why is she so f*cking secretive," Yoongi mutters under his breath shaking his head.
"You were locked out of your own studio," Seokjin points out getting a glare from Yoongi.
"Anyone know when her horse was born?" Taehyung suggests, "... it's still her lock screen," he says explaining his train of thought as the members looked at him a bit sceptical.
"I'll call S/N," Jimin said, hurriedly taking his phone out.
---- Inside Y/N's studio ----
I see a picture of the boys I'd framed, now covered in broken glass. I lean over slightly and grab it, the broken glass cutting my hand slightly. I barely reacted to my skin breaking and blood starting to trickle down my hand. I look down at the picture of us all smiling, Seokjin and Taehyung making V signs, me making bunny ears over Jungkook's head, Jimin jumping up over Namjoon. The more I looked at it the angrier I got. I had truly been naïve. The blood from my hand started falling onto it as I crumbled it up and threw it back into the mess I'd made. I grabbed my chest my heart feeling like it was sinking too deep. I bring my knees to my chest, continuing to let the tears fall and slowly loosing sense of the world around me.
I then felt someone touch me and I quickly opened my eyes on the defensive.
---- Outside Y/N's studio ----
"Try 1705," Jimin finally said, still on the phone with a now worried S/N, "or 0517".
"Oh my god, it worked," Jungkook said amazed as the door opened.
Yoongi hurriedly stepped inside, telling them to stay outside.
"Holy sh*t..." Hoseok muttered as he caught a glimpse of the destroyed inside before the door swung closed again.
---- Inside Y/N's studio ----
"Y/N, it's okay, it's just me," I see Yoongi's figure through my fuzzy tears, "just me, Suga, Yoongi".
I look at him as if he was some hallucination, a mirage.
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BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2018
FanficThis is year 2018 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...
