BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2018

Chapter 67- My Secret

August 20th, 2018:

I got to the apartment and knocked on the door harshly. The door opened a few seconds later.

"... Y/N... what are you doing here?" Hanbin said looking absolutely baffled.

He put a foot in the hallway, looked both ways to see if anyone was around, and then dragged me inside.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here," he says sternly, "... woah... are you okay? What's going on?" he said his face growing concerned as he took in my state.

"I don't know, I don't know what's going on," I say through short breaths as I continue to cry.

"Okay, woah, deep breaths," he says, coming to hold my shoulders and look me in the eyes, "breathe in... 2, 3... breathe out..."

We did this for a minute before I was finally less of an emotional wreck.

"Y/N, what happened?" he questions looking so confused.

"I don't know, I was at Jennie's and then she told me she's been dating Jongin oppa and then I kind of lost it and left and I've been missing you so much oppa..." I say at the speed of light, "and I'm hurt and betrayed and jealous and mad and sad and lonely and all of it and I know this is wrong but I'm going on tour next week so we're gonna be apart for forever anyways so why does this matter. Why does everything always matter so much? Why can't it just be a small inconsequential thing? I can't–"

"Y/N, breathe," Hanbin said again, bringing me into a hug, "did you drive yourself here?" he asks stroking my hair.

I nod in his shoulder.

"Have you been drinking?" he questions. I nod again.

"Okay," he says softly, taking my bag off my shoulders, putting it on their couch, and then guiding me to his room.

He sat me down on his bed and stared at me for a few seconds as he played with my hair.

"I'll be right back, okay," he said, before leaving his room and leaving me alone. 

I got up and went to look at his bookshelf. He'd added more pictures we'd taken together and placed them all over the shelves. I accidentally brushed his mouse as I bent down to look at the bottom shelves and his computer lit up. The desktop was a fansight picture of me smiling at some outdoor event. I hear him talking to one of his members and rush back to the bed drunkenly thinking he was coming back. I stub my toe on one of his bed's legs and let out a swear hobbling to the bed still.

"Can you just go check she parked legally?" I could hear him ask in a hushed tone, "she's just really emotional and I don't want her getting a ticket or anything. You know how an*l they are around here. It's a like light brown Porsche Cayenne".

"Y/N's here?" Yunhyeong says stunned.

"Yeah, could you just do this for me?" he says hurriedly.