BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2018

Chapter 14- Safety

March 23rd, 2018:

Things had been going unbelievably well, maybe a bit too well. ARMYs had continued on with their campaign to counter Ilbe members by continuing to come support the small contingent of ARMYs in front of BigHit. I'd noticed that they seemed to have a schedule. Given it was such a small space, they never had more than thirty or so people, but it wasn't always the same people. The Ilbe men hadn't come back as well. ARMY had also raised a lot of funds for women's shelters around the country and internationally, they co-organised marches for more transparency on police action as well as women's rights, and, of course, they continued to be very active on social media.

My sister was helping them when it came to responding and dealing with news agencies. They'd received requests for comment from local news, national and even international news. I could tell she was very proud to be a part of something like this. I think as well, she liked finally being a bit more than just "Y/N's sister" amongst ARMYs. She was being recognised for her own merits and that really boosted her confidence and ego.

We were leaving for Japan in a little less than a week and our rehearsals were now mainly focused on the fan sign events were to have there, but we were still rehearsing for the comeback late in the evenings. I hadn't been able to see Hanbin at all since I'd gone to his apartment. Not only was I extremely busy, but I was also abiding by the company's requests and I wasn't meeting him for both our safety. We did text regularly and called from time to time. It almost felt seamless, but I was missing him physically. It did hurt a bit seeing Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook getting to see their partners while I couldn't. All of them seem to be doing so well and there was me that was stuck with texting. While we made it work, mostly by texting each other an insane amount, every time I saw Namjoon with Mijung or Jungkook with SnB being so close physically, it reminded me of what I was missing.

We were just packing up to head home when I got a call from Kevin.

"Hello?" I picked up a bit hesitantly given we rarely called each other. We usually just talked through my sister.

"Hi," he answered sounding out of breath, "S/N was attacked... by those Ible pigs, I'm on the way to the hospital right now".

"What?" I say stunned, "When? Where? What happened? What?"

"On her way to her bus stop after she left work," Kevin replies as I can hear the sound of a car door opening and closing.

"The bus? Why wasn't she using the car?" I question, confused about this whole situation.

"I was helping produce a show in Incheon, so I took the car today," Kevin explains, "I told her to just work from home today, but she said she had a meeting with someone..."

"Do you know who attacked her? Is she okay?" I keep my questions going.

"I mean I think we all know who did it," Kevin said through gritted teeth, "and I don't know she just called me she was being taken to hospital. She sounded in pain while talking to me. I should be getting there soon... I knew this was gonna happen... I knew this was gonna happen Y/N," he adds lowly angrily.

"Which hospital?" I ask, swinging my bag over my back ready to go see her right now.