Together: BTS X Reader 8th Member

Chapter 69

It had been a few weeks since the big argument, and none of the members except for Namjoon had talked to me. I gradually regained my appetite and weight, up to 39 kg. Not talking to the members for such a long time was terrible. I've never wanted to talk to them more; I only wanted to tell them about my day and how well I was doing in school, but when I tried, they ignored me. I set my chopsticks down next to my plate of rice and kimchi so I could take a breath. I found out that eating at a slower pace and then doing some workout after eating was helping me maintain my weight. "You're eating," I heard Taehyung shout from behind me. "You don't understand how hard it was not talking to you," he continued shouting while running up to me and engulfing me in a tight hug. "Jungkook, she's eating again," he shouted toward the boy who had just emerged from his room with a groggy look. Instead of being ambushed with the same reaction Taehyung had given me, he walked back into his room.

"That punk," I spat out once he was out of earshot, which earned me a look from Taehyung. "Maybe he just needs some time. We all care about you, and finding out you weren't eating hurt us, especially Jungkook," Taehyung explained, I understood what he was saying, but still, he said he wasn't talking to me until I started eating, now I'm eating, so why wasn't he talking to me? "When you're done eating, do you want to work on some music with me?" Taehyung asked while grabbing my chopsticks and snagging a few pieces of my kimchi. I nodded while looking up at him, eating my food. "How about you work on music, and I sit there next to you for moral support." He eagerly nodded while grabbing my hand and dragging me behind him into his room. I sat on his bed while he grabbed a few sheets of paper and some pens before he came over and sat down next to me. "Why don't you want to help?" he asked while placing a piece of paper in front of me in case I wanted to write something. "I'm just feeling a bit uninspired. I genuinely feel a variety of emotions; it's hard to write a song while trying to figure out my life." We stayed silent, which was both comforting and nerve-wracking. "What are you trying to figure out?" I shrugged my shoulders at him while looking down at the pen and paper in front of me. "I don't know. I just know I feel sad, angry, and happy all at once, and having my every move recorded and documented isn't helping," I huffed out while balling my hands into fists. "Take advantage of the break then; we're not doing promotions for a while. Instead of being upset and keeping all of those emotions in, go out. Hobi keeps bragging about planning a picnic for just the two of you." The slight hint of jealousy in his tone made me crack a smile on my face since he wasn't the best at hiding his emotions around me. "I will, but what if the other members keep ignoring me? You saw what Jungkook did, he didn't even acknowledge me." I hurt being ignored by the members, but it hurt even more when all of them were back talking to me except for Jungkook. "You know how he gets (N/N); just give him some time, and he'll be back to talking to you. Instead of worrying about him, spend time with me. We used to be close, I want us to be like that again." That got deep. I had felt Taehyung and I drifting apart, but I thought I was just overthinking things. "I'm sorry, Tae. I promise we're going to hang out together all the time. You're going to be sick of me," he snickered at my response before turning back to his half-written lyrics that were sitting on his lap. "Tomorrow after practice, we can do something, just you and me," I prompted slowly, seeing a small smile creep onto his face. "I'd love that. Now, let's talk music." I let out a dramatic sigh while flopping back onto the bed, completely disregarding the sheet of paper that had now fallen off the bed. "Just anything, please (N/N). It doesn't have to be about our group project, I just don't want you to lose your musical spark." I snickered at his words since, unlike usual, we didn't have a new album to rush to work on. We did have the next album and the concept, but there was no rush. We had a tour coming up and award shows on top of that, so it would just be cruel to make us put out a new album right after we just put another one out. "I want to focus on getting some sleep. Good night, Tae," I muttered while shifting off his bed before leaning over to him and giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. "We're going to talk about this tomorrow," the older boy shouted at me as I shut his door, only to muffle his shouts of displeasure. It was getting late, so I decided to go straight to bed, completely forgetting about the troubles that were yet to come.