Together: BTS X Reader 8th Member

Chapter 30

I wiped the last of my tears, giving Taehyung one last hug before walking away, followed by Namjoon. I was about to walk into our shared bedroom until I was pulled into the music lab as we had decided to name it. "I'm proud of you. I know that was hard but you did what was best for you," He said while trying to comfort me, but all that happened was more tears streaming down my face. "I didn't want to do that, but I just don't feel ready to be in a relationship," I explained in between sobs feeling overwhelmed by emotions. "It's okay (N/N), you did the right thing. You'll eventually heal from this and how about we do something to distract you?" He recommended in a frantic tone. That was his weakness, seeing any of us cry, but when it came to me it felt like it affected him even more. I looked up at him wiping my tears, "Like what?" He looked around the room looking for something to cheer me up. "Wait here I'll be back," and with that, he started walking towards the door but quickly turned around, "Do not tell anyone about what I'm going to do," he ordered giving me a stern look walking out the door and slamming it behind him. I sighed and sat in the chair before the computer, looking down at the song lyrics left in front of me. I was reading them until one song caught my eye and I couldn't help but giggle at the lyrics. "Ah, mini-mani-mini-mani-mini-mani," I mumbled out loud to myself. The door swung open, and Namjoon stood before the now-closed door holding a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. "I know it's a year early, but no one has to know if you don't say anything. This is the only time I better see you drink until you're 19," he commented while squinting his eyes at me trying to look intimidating but failing. "Okay Joonie, don't worry this is a sacred moment that won't leave this room," I replied while getting up and walking over to him pouring out an even amount of soju into the glasses. "Cheers," he said while holding up his cup to his lips, and I followed in his actions shooting down the cold green grap drink ignoring the faint taste of alcohol. "How is it?" he asked while wiggling his eyebrows at me. "I like it but it feels wrong drinking it," I replied setting down the glass and walking back over to the various sheets of paper with lyrics scrambled on them, he quickly walked over trying to organize and get the papers out of my reach. "Let me see Joon please, I like the way you write lyrics I wanna write a song that can eventually have lyrics like Ah, mini-mani-mini-mani-mini-mani," I commented with a slight smirk on my face. "Did you look through these? (N/N) this is still a work in progress you weren't meant to see these," he said while flailing his arms around acting frustrated. I disregarded his words and actions and instead walked past him pouring us both some more soju. "How do you feel about helping me write a song?" I questioned while handing him the drink and downing mine in one go waiting for a response. "I'll help you, maybe it can give me some ideas for this album," he replied while sitting down in a chair and pulling out a blank sheet of paper and two pens. "I don't think so. I want to write something silly, I don't want to write about my feelings I just want to write something fun and upbeat and something that's me," I explained to him only to look back at him and see that he was already jotting down notes. "I kinda want something sweet," I commented out of nowhere making an idea hit me like a train. "I want to write about how I'm untouchable. People put me on this pedestal making me out to be this sweet innocent young girl, but I'm not I can be sexy too. I'm cute and sexy but untouchable, and I don't need a man to make me realize that. I'm addicting like a sugar rush," I explained while furrowing my eyebrows slightly confusing myself since I was now tipsy and couldn't form a coherent thought. "Are you sure about this? I mean this is a bit risky," Namjoon suggested making me slightly question this. But no one ever got famous or the recognition they deserve if they never spoke their mind. "I'm sure. I want to write this and if people choose to overlook the lyrics then so be it we just have to make a catchy song. Oh, and I want it to be in English," I finally admitted adding the cherry on top for this song. Namjoon swung his entire body to face me with a surprised look. "(N/N), you know I love you so much, but are you sure about this. I know you've been taking lessons but how confident are you in your English skills?" he questioned while writing down notes and starting to write some possible lyrics. "I'm not going to release this until I'm older. The media would freak out and try to make it seem like I'm leaving the group if I start a solo career," I commented while trailing off when I mentioned leaving the group which made Namjoon put his pencil down and become more serious. "Are you going to leave the group?" Silence, that was all that filled the room was pure uncomfortable silence. "Seriously, you're going to leave us?" I couldn't fathom the words to answer his question. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to leave, and I love being an idol and I love being part of BTS but I only felt like I was holding them back from what they could achieve. "I just don't want to hold you guys back anymore. If I left I think it would be for the best especially with the tour coming up and what happened at the last music video shooting," the silence fell over the room again. He stood up and left the room gently closing the door behind him. I let out a frustrated sigh, I was going through a breakup, and now I was making Namjoon feel bad about me possibly leaving the group. The slight tipsy feeling had now fled my body and I felt so sober all I could do was look over the notes Namjoon wrote down. "Confidence, beautiful, sugar, sugar rush, candy, knows what she wants and brings so much to the group although she might not realize it," After reading what he wrote down I felt a guilty feeling wash over me, and it only got worse when the door opened and all of the members were standing in the door frame toppled on top of one another. "You aren't leaving," Jungkook commented finally breaking the silence and stepping full into the room. "You bring so much to the group, you just don't realize it. Why do you think you're centered so much in the dances and photoshoots?" Jimin commented trying to make me feel better though it only made me question if I was added to the group because of my look. "But what if I just got put into this group because of my looks? I mean, after all, I got scouted by Ara in a coffee shop," I rebutted making him stay silent and look at the ground. "You got into this group and debuted so quickly because you are good at what you do. You hit the highest note in Kpop that most idols would only dream about ever doing, please (N/N) don't leave us," Hobi added with tears streaming down his face as he stepped up to be in front of me holding onto me for dear life. "I won't promise anything, but I'll do the tour and then see how I feel about leaving, and if I do leave I won't forget about you guys. I'm going to bother you every second of every day it would be like I never even left," I said making the vibe in the room slightly lighter but still upsetting. "I'll take it but please (N/N), we love you so much, and you've come so far don't leave us," Jin commented while walking over and joining the hug Hobi and I had to go on. I eventually let go and wiped the tears from Hobis's face. "I love you all but we need to go to bed we have an entire day of practice tomorrow," Yoongi said making all of us laugh at his serious demeanor given the situation. The members said their good nights and went to bed except for the rap line and me. "You're writing a song?" Hobi shouted while picking up the paper Namjoon was scribbling on. "I wanted to but it's more like Joon is writing it since all I've done was rant about what I feel like being an idol," I replied making Hobi and Yoongi such their faces out of confusion, "You feel like you're a sugar rush?" Yoongi questioned making me laugh and shake my head. "No, I was trying to explain to Joon how since I'm growing up and becoming more of an adult people are starting to see me differently. When War Of Hormone came out and people saw some of the concept photos we did I started getting called sexy more and even boys at my school started paying more attention to me, People used to see me as sweet and innocent but now they see me as both, they see me as addicting and they want more of me. Like a sugar rush," I replied finally finishing my rant and making them understand what I wanted to portray out of this song. "I like it, do you want help making the music for it? I bet Hobi and I could help you, just get the lyrics written and I'll make a beat for it and we can make a demo and present it to Bang PD," Yoongi explained making this all feel so much more real to me. I nodded my head slowly agreeing to let all of them help me with making this song, "Perfect, but now go to bed we have to go over dances all day and get ready for the tour. Also, make sure to bring a pair of heels Bang PD wants you to get more used to dancing in heels," Namjoon explained while kissing my forehead and guiding me out the door and into our bedroom. I turned to face Namjoon and gave him a tight hug, "Thank you Joonie, I love you," and with that, I walked into our bedroom only to see everyone else already fast asleep, I thought that with the breakup Taehyung would have pulled out beds apart, but no instead he left a space next to him open for me to lay next to him and sleep. I got changed into some pajamas and laid down next to Taehyung trying not to wake him, but it was hard to tell since he slept with his eyes open. I slowly laid down next to him trying not to wake him up only to be met with Taehyung who was now sitting up and half awake. "Why are you still up?" he asked in a groggy voice looking at me with his now-closed eyes. "I stayed up a bit to talk to Yoongi Namjoon and Hobi. Go to sleep though we have a long day," I replied while pushing him down so he was lying down again. He pulled me down with him so my head was resting on his chest and he had his arms tightly wrapped around me. It was nice that he hadn't lost the feeling of being comfortable around me after everything that had happened, it showed how much he truly loved me. I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep feeling rested after everything and all the pressure I had felt in 48 hours.