BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2018

Chapter 30- BBMAs 2018 Red Carpet

Underlined = English

May 20th, 2018:

Namjoon had us run through the group introduction in English and then otherwise the ride over to the awards show was pretty quiet, other than the boys rehearsing their English answers from time to time. As we drew nearer, Sejin gave us the rundown on which interviews we were doing, with who, and the general gist of the schedule for the night which wasn't all that different than last year's.

"Okay guys, remember what I said back at the hotel," Namjoon says looking at all of us seriously. We all nod soberly.

"Let's do this," Taehyung says nodding one final time as someone from the outside opened the limousine door.

Taehyung stepped out casually, looking cool as he did.

"Oppa," I said nudging Yoongi who I was next to still not out of the limousine yet but slowly shuffling towards the door as member after member filed out, "can you put my phone in your pockets, I don't have any big enough".

"Oh... I only have the one," he says looking down at my phone, "and it has mine in it right now. Ask someone with a jacket. Hobi or JK could. Or ask Sejin hyung to hold it".

"He won't be with us the whole time at our seats," I explain as he helps me out of the limo given it was elevated and I wasn't as sure-footed as they were in my heels.

"JK," I whisper shout to get his attention over the fans shouting and cameras clicking.

Yoongi ends up jabbing him in the back and he turns around disgruntled.

"Hold her phone," Yoongi says, gesturing to me behind him.

"But I already have mine," he says.

"You have more than one pocket," Yoongi counters.

"But then it'll look funny, it'll crease weirdly," Jungkook continues to argue.

"What I say goes remember," I shoot hurriedly, putting my phone in his hand so he didn't have a choice as he pouted worried about his look. I turned around trying to end this little spat waving to fans and smiling.

"I feel like you're abusing your power," he pouts, still not putting my phone in his pockets by the time I'd turned back around.

"What's going on here, what did I literally just remind you guys of," Namjoon said having come over upset, "Jungkook, put your phone away".

"It's not mine!" he says, butthurt he was getting in trouble for this.

Namjoon doesn't listen though and gets us to stand in a line, forcing Jungkook to put the phone in his jacket pocket. And while it wasn't obvious, if you knew what to look for, it did look a little tiny bit strange to see two flatter areas on his chest through his jacket, but really it seriously was not that noticeable. We quickly recomposed ourselves and posed for the cameras right by the entrance to the red carpet. I was definitely thankful my hair was up because the sun was beating down on us and I just knew my neck would be starting to sweat had my hair been down. Thankfully we didn't stand there for long. We were soon ushered under the makeshift roof for more pictures by our American publicist.