Bts's Eighth Member

Day of Fame

Kyeong is suppose to look like the reader or whoever is reading this story. Kyeong is the reader, just so you guys know!

(Kyeong POV)

We walked out of the dorm. We all had our masks on, hats and were prepared if people tried to mob us. Since, no one knows about me being in the band quite yet, we want to keep it a secret for a short amount of time.

I looked ahead of me to see Jimin holding onto Yoongi's arm and was slightly leaning his head on his shoulder while they walked. Taehyung had Hoseok lean on him while they walked, because Hoseok was limping, you could tell from what.

Namjoon and Jin were speaking to each other about our future schedules and what they should cook for dinner. Jungkook had his earbuds in and was listening to music. I stared a little at Jungkook. He was the only one in the entire band, who wasn't gay and single. I admired him because of his naturally good looks and just the way he could handle being the youngest and yet still manage to be just as great as his hyungs. Even his style!

I forced myself to look away. It wouldn't be a good idea if I was caught staring at the golden maknae and possibly thinking of how good he looks. I was shoved out of my thoughts by a loud scream. I looked up to see a group of girls running toward us. The body guards that came along with us, tried to shield me, but also tried to shield the boys as well. 

The body guards eventually went to help the boys, leaving me defenseless. But the girls ran right past me, knocking me down. I fell on my chest, and tried to roll away, but a foot came out of no where and nailed me in the face and stomach. Pain exploded through my body and face. I cried out in pain but my cries were drowned out by the screams of "oppa!" and "jin oppa!" I had one choice. I army crawled my way out of the crowd and tried to stand up. But more girls came running out of the buildings and which meant more feet coming down on my back and face.

With a aching body, I crawled my way out of the crowd and struggled to sit up. I made it to a alleyway and leaned against the wall. I felt my nose running and reached up to feel it, I looked at my fingers and they were red. Well, I did get kicked in the face. Is this how the fans will treat me if they find out i'm part of the band? Run over me just to get to the boys. Even the body guards don't want to help me. They just left me there to defend myself. I guess I really don't mean anything to anyone.

Tears fell down my cheeks as cold, hard reality came crashing down. I turned and sobbed into my arms. I sat there for 20 minutes before my phone started ringing. I looked at my phone to see Seokjin calling me. I answered then put it on speaker phone. "Kyeong! Where are you!" He yelled into the phone. "Seokjin-oppa. I got ran over by all the fans. I'm not telling you where I am. I'm not coming back." I cried out, each word was like a razor in my chest.

"Kyeong. You have to comeback. We have a photo shoot. We have dinner to make, and I was making your favorite tonight. You have to come back." 

"I'm not coming back because of the way the fans treated me. I almost got stomped to death today. I'm not coming back if I know I'm just gonna get run over. Those girls don't know me. But I can tell that once they know i'm in the band, their still going to run over me to get to you." It went silent on his end. 

"Kyeong, if I had known what was wrong, I would have stayed with you. But running away is not going to help you." 

"I'm not running away. I'm just staying away for awhile." I said looking around making sure no one was coming, since i'm in a alleyway and all. "No, Kyeong. I see you so i'm coming to get you." I looked up to see Seokjin running across the street and stopping in front of me. "Kyeong. your coming home wither you like it or not." He said. Before I knew it he had me over his shoulder and was carrying me away. I flailed my arms and tried to hit his back and yelling at him to put me down. My fist slamming against his back and my legs flailing. He pinched my thigh and I squeaked in pain. 

Luckily I still had my face mask on, because we passed by a few people who were recording me and Seokjin. I stilled as a camera was directed at my face. "Seokjin, let me down, they can see my face." I whimpered. He set me down right away and slung a arm around my shoulder to keep me from running. I buried my face in his shoulder to keep from bystanders seeing who I am. After a few minutes, we arrived back at the dorm.

Pulling myself away from Seokjin, I ran down the hallway, unable to contain my tears, bumping past Jimin, running into my room, slamming the door shut and locking it. I buried my face in my blankets and let all the sorrow and sadness come out in my tears. I sobbed into my Nightmare before Christmas pillow that my eomma got me for my birthday.

I remember my eomma. She died when I was 13. Cancer had ripped my eomma from my arms. My appa left my eomma when she found out about me. He said he would be there for her, but he disappeared without a word. My eomma never spoke of him unless I asked. I've seen pictures of him in his youth, but I always wondered what he looked like now. Did he have a beard? Did he get taller or shorter in the years? 

I never knew. 

There was someone knocking on the door. I wasn't sure if I should open it or not. Maybe it was Hoseok or Seokjin coming to comfort me. I got up and opened the door. It was Jimin. 

"Hey Kyeong." he whispered. I nodded. "I was just wondering if you are okay?" I was surprised to know he wanted to know if I was okay.

"Yeah, I am." My voice sounded dry and croaky. "Listen, I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I was wondering if you wanted to play Just Dance with me?" He looked up at me, sincerity clear in his eyes. I couldn't turn down the opportunity to play a game.

"Sure Jimin." We spent the next 2 hours dancing to songs on the WII and also some songs that they downloaded onto the WII. Trying to beat each other's high score and beating the other members. Eventually he beat me twice and I had to buy him ice cream tomorrow. "Come on Kyeong! One more round?" He begged scrolling through the song choices. "No Jimin. If I dance anymore, I think I'll lose my feet." I said flopping down onto his beanbag chair. 

"Okay, we'll stop today. We can play more tomorrow. Oh by the way, I like strawberry." He said before shutting the counsel off. I looked over at the clock to see it was almost ten.

"Uh Jimin-shi? I'm gonna head to bed." I said getting up. He looked over at me. "Oh okay. Don't forget we have another photo shoot tomorrow." He said setting down his WII remote. I nodded and left his room. We already ate dinner. Seokjin's special remedy of  Kimbap and Spearmint tea.

I fell into bed and went over today. I almost died, I thought of my eomma for the first time in years, and Jimin became my friend. I think I'm doing okay so far. 

I rolled over and fell asleep.