Together: BTS X Reader 8th Member

Chapter 76

The members had called over staff members who managed to get me to the infirmary. "Do you want us to stay?" Taehyung asked with a hint of worry in his tone. "It's okay, you guys should go back and enjoy the rest of the award show," I replied while looking at my swollen ankle. "I'll stay with you," Jin said as he sat in the chair that was placed next to the bed I was on. "No, go," he cut me off by giving me a stern look. "You guys go ahead, I'll stay with her and we'll meet at the car once the awards are over. The boys nodded as they walked out of the room, leaving Jin, the nurse, and me in the room. "Good news. It's only a minor sprain, but because you dance a lot, I'm going to wrap it, and I'm going to instruct you not to dance for 3 weeks." At that moment, I felt my heart drop. "Three weeks?" she nodded as she started wrapping my ankle. "You'll still be able to walk, but no rigorous activities, and no dancing." I nodded at her words as she finished wrapping my ankle. "Make sure you ice it, res, and reapply it. You're all set to go," I let out a sigh while getting off the bed and walking out of the infirmary. "Are you alright?" Jin asked as he helped me open the doors. "I'm fine. I'm just a bit upset about my ankle." I mumbled. The truth was that I felt miserable. When I started to feel more confident in my dancing and began getting back into ballet, I got hurt. "You're not okay," Jin said abruptly, "I'm a bit upset, I'm not gonna lie, but I guess I just have to rest now," I mumbled as I got into the car. "How did everything go?" Namjoon asked as soon as I got in the car. I couldn't help but smile at how concerned he was, "I'm fine. It's a minor sprain, but I can't dance for 2 weeks," A chorus of groans and sighs erupted from the six boys at the news. "What are you going to do in the meantime?" Hobi asked with a look of pure concern on his face. "Work on my vocals, and see if I can write some more songs," I mumbled as I buckled my seatbelt. 

When we got home, we all went our separate ways. Namjoon, Taehyung, Hobi, and Jin went for a bike ride, and Yoongi went to the company building to work on music, leaving Jimin, Jungkook, and me to stay home. "What concept are you thinking of writing about?" Jimin asked as he flopped on his bed. "I'm not sure. I was thinking of something for the new album, but Yoongi said Young Forever is already finished, so he wanted me to start brainstorming for the next album after this one." I explained as I grabbed my notebook. "Yeah, good luck," Jimin mumbled. "I might put Wings off, though, at least until the other members are here to give me more information. Solo work it is," Jimin immediately perked up at the mention of my solo work. "Are you conjuring up a new album?" I shook my head while looking down at my book. "No. I want to take my time with this one, you know, and perfect it." A snort from the door caught my attention. "What are you waiting for? This little writer's block thing has gone on too long." Those same five words kept replaying in my head. What are you waiting for? Over and over again. "How do you say that in English?" I asked while writing down those five words in my notebook. "What are you waiting for?"  Jungkook replied with a beyond confused look on his face. "You're brewing something up in that big head of yours, aren't you?" I nodded my head at him. "Yes, now shush," I mumbled as I looked down, trying to put lyrics to this possible chorus. "Did you just tell me to shush?" Jungkook asked as he came over and sat on my bed next to me. I looked up my book and stared at him for a second. I looked at the way his eyes had a distinct little shine in them, the way his hair was perfectly cut into a bowl cut, the little mole under his bottom lip, and the way he was smiling at me. I hated the way it made me feel, he had me so whipped for him that it was astonishing. Then I turned my attention to Jimin. I admired the way his lips looked when he smiled at me, the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled, and how good he looked with that goddamn orange hair. I looked back down at my book and started writing. 

I hate the way you smile at me
Stop looking at me like that

"You have an interesting way of writing lyrics," Jungkook said as he peered over my shoulder, reading the lyrics I had just written down. "It's my way of thinking," I mumbled as I continued trying to create more lyrics. "Well, it's weird. You're just writing the same words over and over again." I let out a frustrated sigh while shutting my notebook. "I can't come up with anything else," I mumbled while lying back on my bed. "You need to elevate your foot," Jungkook said while lifting my foot and placing pillows under it. I watched him as he handled my ankle with care so as not to hurt me even more, and all I could think about was how he felt about me. What was he waiting for? It felt like I was some joke to him at times. One day we'd be cuddled up together like a couple, and the next he'd be distant and just treating me like a friend. "How are you going to handle the tour?" Jimin asked abruptly, which caught me off guard. "I don't know. I was probably just gonna dance the best I could." I mumbled as I started fidgeting with my book, opening it once again. "You can't dance," Jimin said with a stern tone. "Then I'll just sit out during the dances, and I'll walk around slowly," I mumbled as I started writing down random words. "Good. I know you want to dance and act like this never happened, but one wrong move and you're going to get even more hurt." Jimin said with a caring yet fed-up tone in his voice. Jungkook suddenly perked up and grabbed something from the bedside table. "Your phone won't stop blowing up." He muttered while looking at my phone. "Who is it?" Jimin asked while leaning closer to Jungkook as if he were able to see from his bed. "An Unknown number," Jungkook muttered while handing me my phone. "Could it be the group chat?" Jimin muttered while he looked at his phone. "We have a group chat?" I asked, geuinley, confused since I was unaware of us having a group chat. "Yes!" Jungkook shouted, his face slightly growing red. I shook my head as I looked down at the message, and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.