"YN, do the black magic." Bang PD said sternly, attracting every members' attention but I just shook my head at the request.
"I'm not asking YN, I'm telling." He said.
I just shook my head again and he leaned closer whispering in my ear.
"Do the black magic or I'll tell everyone your secret." He whispered threateningly.
At that, with a shaky arm I reached for the phone.
No one could ever know my secret.
If they found out, nothing would ever be peaceful again.
They would look at me differently.
Everyone would.
Nothing would ever be the same.
I edited the picture of the 7 of them, somehow managing to scare myself while doing so.
What would they think?
Would they hate me forever?
Would I be kicked out of BTS?
"Now show it to them." He ordered.
"I'm sorry," I croaked, the words barely escaping my throat as I placed the phone on the table. My hands trembled, the familiar OT7 picture glaring up at them. It was black magic to them—an unforgivable sin. Fury ignited in Yoongi's eyes. No one moved. No one stopped him.
He exploded.
"You—" His voice cracked through the room, a whip of rage. His eyes burned into me, the heat of his anger palpable, but my ears buzzed too loudly to catch the rest of his words. My leg started to shake uncontrollably, a slow tremor building into a quake. Breath caught in my chest, uneven, ragged. A cold sweat slicked my skin.
I couldn't hold the panic back.
Yoongi's eyes locked on mine, blazing with an anger so sharp it could cut through stone. His mouth moved—shouting something—but the words blurred. My ears buzzed, a high-pitched whine drowning everything out. My leg trembled beneath the table, an involuntary twitch that quickly grew into a violent shake. I tried to control it, but my body wasn't listening anymore.
Breathe. Just breathe.
But I couldn't. My breaths were shallow, sharp. My chest felt tight, like a vice was closing around my lungs. The walls of the room seemed to press in closer, the air growing heavier with every second that passed. My heart pounded in my ears, each beat louder, faster, hammering against my ribcage.
I stumbled out of my seat, my legs weak, the floor tilting beneath me. The hallway stretched out like a tunnel, narrowing, the edges of my vision darkening. Every step felt like wading through quicksand. I reached the bathroom and slammed the door behind me, my hands fumbling to lock it.
Safe. Lock. Click. Safe. Safe.
But I wasn't. I slid down against the cold wall, curling into the tightest ball I could manage, knees pressed to my chest. My whole body was shaking now, small tremors turning into violent spasms that made my muscles ache. I gripped my hair, pulling at it, anything to ground myself. Anything to stop the flood of both memories and emotions.
"YN, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Yoongi's voice exploded from the other side, muffled but still terrifying, still sharp. His fists slammed into the wood, the sound reverberating through the tiny bathroom. Each bang felt like a punch to my chest.
My breathing came in shallow bursts now—too fast, too shallow. I couldn't get enough air. My throat felt like it was closing, my lungs screaming for oxygen. The harder I tried to inhale, the tighter the grip around my chest became, until I was gasping—choking on each breath. My pulse raced out of control, hammering so violently I thought my heart might burst.
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Rough Diamond ~ 8 BTS Members
FanfictionY/N and her sisters were inseparable, after being abused by her father, she was finally thrown out. After living on the street for months, her life finally starts to turn around as she is joins BTS, however not long after debut, tragedy struck and h...
