Together: BTS X Reader 8th Member

Chapter 67

"Change of plans. We're going straight to Gimpo," our manager explained while getting in the passenger seat. "Make up your mind," I muttered while throwing my head back due to our constant schedule changes. "Would this be a bad time to tell you about the tour?" Dramatic groans of agony came out of our mouths; it felt like we had just finished a tour and already had another one. "Don't worry, the first day of the tour is November, so you have some time to prepare." I felt a wave of relief wash over me since we had almost 2 months before the tour, which meant we had more than enough time to go over all the dances and learn all the new dances for the concert. "Get ready, it's going to be a special tour." I felt my eyebrows furrow at our manager's words. "What's that supposed to mean?" Yoongi asked, taking the words right out of my mouth. "Just the overall theme of the album. Youth and the hardships that come with growing up. Performing that on stage is going to be a challenge." Yoongi let out an audible scoff at his words. We all deeply loved our manager, but sometimes it felt like he doubted us; the tones he used and the attitude he gave us sometimes came off the wrong way. 

Since we were going to Gimpo instead of staying at Jeju, we got dropped off at the dorm, which meant we could get a few hours of sleep before getting picked up. "I missed my beautiful bed," I shouted while flopping down on my bed. "You were away from your bed for like two days," Jimin commented while lying down next to me and poking the back of my thigh. "When can I meet your parents?" he took a deep breath while fiddling with the end of my skirt. "Whenever we have time, doll." I put my head fully down on my pillow while turning to look at Jimin's side of the room. "How long until we have time?" I wanted nothing more than to meet his parents; they seemed like such kind, gentle people, but Jimin was their son, and they took time to raise him, so I knew they were just like him. "When we're done with filming. I'll take you, and we can all have a home-cooked dinner," he explained while laying his head on my back. "Jimin," I called out, earning a hum in response, "I miss my mom." I was slowly overcoming her death, but it was still hard. There were nights when I couldn't sleep and spurts of sadness that overcame me when the other members would get phone calls from their families. "I know you do, doll. It's normal to feel that way, especially since it happened so suddenly." his words were neither comforting nor uncomfortable, just neutral. "I just wish I had sent that text, asking her to come to our concert so I could rub it in her face how much we had improved." My voice was cracking, and tears threatened to spill from my eyes due to my emotions. "Maybe it happened for a reason. Maybe things would've been worse if she had attended our concert." I couldn't help but chuckle; sometimes, Jimin didn't make sense. "Think about it, doll; she didn't like you being an idol, so maybe your last conversation with her would've been a fight." He was right; she wasn't fond of me joining a K-pop group, especially since I was the only girl in the group. "You're going to be fine, trust me. Whenever you feel sad, talk to me, and I'll make sure you feel better," he explained while sitting up and gently running his fingers through my hair. "How?" I didn't doubt that he could make me feel better, but a part of me was curious as to how he was going to make me feel better. "Right now, we're going to sleep, but tomorrow, we can go out," he said while getting off my bed and walking over to the closet. "Thank you, Jimin. I love you." he turned around to face me while changing his shirt. "I love you too, (Y/N)." 

I was awoken by the sudden amount of light that pooled into the room. "Get up, sleepy heads." I kicked my comforter off and got dressed in a random pair of jeans with a sweatshirt before walking out the door and getting into the car. I was wasting no time in getting us out of the house since the sooner we got to Gimpo, the sooner we would be able to come back to the dorm. "You're the first in the car. That's surprising," Namjoon commented while getting in the car and sitting next to me. "I love photoshoots so much, but I want to get this one over with," he chuckled and rested his head on top of me. "Don't say that. You're going to be old someday, wishing for these days back." I shook my head with a smile on my face. He was right, but a part of me was also wishing to be in my bed. "I'll never get old. What are you talking about?" I teased him while lightly shoving his shoulder with mine. "You are, someday you're going to get married and have kids." I shivered at the thought of such a future; I did want a future somewhat like that, but the kids part was undecided. "She's too young to be thinking about kids," Hobi butted in while shutting the car door behind him. "She's an adult later this week, but that doesn't change anything. Don't think about kids yet," Hobi said, giving me a lecture on why I'm too young to be thinking about kids. "Do you even want kids?" Jimin asked out of nowhere; I slowly nodded my head with an uncertain look on my face. "I mean if it happen then sure. I'm more focused on having a husband first," I explained. I wasn't against having pre-marital kids, but it wasn't for me. I would rather have a husband first and then think about kids. "I want three kids, all boys," Jimin said with a smirk on his face. "Three? Gosh, Jimin, that's brutal," Taehyung exclaimed with a shocked expression all over his face. "Didn't you say you wanted five?" Yoongi asked while furrowing his eyebrows. I could feel my eyes widen at the thought of raising five kids, let alone giving birth to them. "Tae, have mercy on your future wife," I said while bringing a hand up to my chest to clutch it. "I love kids; I think I'd be a great father." I couldn't help but time at his justification for why he wanted a many kids. "Enough kid talk, time to work," our manager interrupted while getting out of the car and opening the door for us. We all climbed out of the car and started stretching our limbs after the long car ride we had just endured. "Okay, boys and girl. Get to your stylist so we can get started," our manager shouted while rounding the boys up and guiding them over to their stylist. "Good morning, Unnie," Nari greeted me as soon as I walked up to her makeup station. "Good morning," I replied while sitting down in the plastic chair so she could get started on my makeup. "What are we doing for your birthday?" she asked while blotting on foundation all over my face. "I'm not sure; I might just stay at home with the members." I instantly noticed her face scrunch up at the mention of me staying home on my birthday. "How about you get all dressed up on Saturday, and I'll take care of the rest," she suggested with a satisfied look on her face. "What are you planning in that beautiful head of yours?" I questioned while she moved on to applying eyeshadow on my eyelids. "Just something fun for us to do. It's not every day you turn 18. Wear something that screams, I'm 18 and single." I nodded my head slowly as she continued to finish up my makeup and move onto my hair. "All done. Go get dressed in the first outfit hung up," Nari explained while motioning at the bus the staff members had come in. I climbed up the stairs and onto the bus, where there was a rack of clothes labeled with my name waiting for me. I grabbed the first outfit and slid the jean jacket on, followed by the skirt. I grabbed the hat and placed it on my head before putting on the heels to complete the outfit.