Thank You - BTS Min Yoongi

Chapter 7 BTS

No way... BTS?!?!

"Annyeonghaseyo Bangtansonyeondan Imnida!" They greeted me once I took a step into the room.

I look over to Yoongi to see that proud smirk upon his face once again. I avert my eyes to the group to see that they were chatting about me.

"Do you think she knows us?" Jungkook said while glancing over at me.

"Just play it cool." Rapmon whispered to the other members and they nodded in response.

"Annyeonghaseyo Y/N Imnida..." I said nervously.

I glanced over to Yoongi. He was giving me an 'I know you know I'm right' look. I rolled my eyes and took a seat on a spare chair. I didn't dare to look up... I mean who can? Being a fan in a room with your bias group that's popular throughout the world, who can't be tensed up right now? I placed my hands on my laps still clutching my phone.

I can feel my legs shaking, my heart was beating fast, I wanted to jump up and down in happiness but I don't want to embarrass myself in front of them. Arghh I hate this feeling. A feeling when you have to bottle up your emotions and have a stoic face on.

I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up and everyone was looking to that person's way. To my surprise it was Jin.

"So Yoongi, please do tell us why Y/N is staying at your house." He said looking for a way to break this awkward silence.

I stopped moving.

'Why'. Just that one word 'why' struck everything. I hung my head low so nobody can see my expressions. Yoongi looked over to me and saw me in my miserable state. He then looked towards to Jin and the others.

"Oh it's erhm.... Quite personal..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence which could pique one's interest.

"I'm sorry to bring it up." Jin said apologetically knowing that it was quite a serious matter looking at the state I'm in.

I raised my head up to look at him quickly.

"Oh no no it's fine. You didn't know that's all." I shook my head and moved my hands side to side in front of me to show him that it was really okay when he had asked that question.

He still looked at me worriedly but I shook it off with a smile. I tried to change the subject but it didn't work. They were all looking at me, pitying me as if I was a lost puppy abandoned by its owner. I sighed in defeat.

"You all really want to know huh?" I slowly said.

I'm not really the type of person to show off. I'm not the really the type of person to be the centre of attention. I'm not really the type of person who wants to drag others in my business...

They nodded in response with curiosity consuming them.

"Well, it all started with my dad marrying another woman since my Eomma died of leukaemia... He was crying every day about his loss, visiting her grave or even praying to her. My dad wanted to forget about her death, he wanted to start a new life, he wanted to make me happy and so he married someone else. My dad's new wife is everything to him, he loves her and thinks she loves him back when really she's just using him." I managed to say.

I looked around to see expressions of anger and sadness. Some of them even shed a tear. Am I that pitiful?

"Day by day whenever my dad is out of the house my step mum would make me do chores and if I do it wrong, heck if I do it right she will still punish me. Or should I say abuse? I've been carrying scars ever since the day of the re-marriage. Only my best friend knew at the time until Yoongi came along and eventually you guys. Now I'm here."