Eternally [BTS ff] [ Rewriting]

Irisa?

He pulls me off the stool and pushes me towards the door, i stumble around in shock before i realise I still haven't put my socks on I run back to the kitchen where I left the pair and hop into them on my way to the door.

Slipping into the light blue polka-dot converses near the door , that I assumed were mine, I followed Jimin out of the apartment and down the stairs to the car park. I tailed him as he takes out his keys from his pocket and pushes a button causing a shiny red SUV to light up.

He glances back a me making sure I was following, and jumps into the drivers seat. I walk around the other side and sit myself in the front seat, remembering to put on my seatbelt.

The ride to the practise room was fun, Jimin blasted some of their music and told me about the work they do.

' So how many fans do you have?' I ask bobbing my head to Save Me.

' Ah, I don't actually know. A lot more than we thought we would ever have' his eyes twinkle and his smile widens as he thinks about his fans.

' And you guys have to practise everyday?' I ask while looking around the busy streets of Seoul.

' Yeah, well most days, we'll need to find a way to sneak you in from now on. We'll mostly be in our studio during the week and I don't think any of us think it's a good idea leaving you alone. ' he insisted.

' I can take care of myself fine...' I say getting slightly annoyed being talked about like a child that can't look after themselves.

' Uhuh, I'm sure you can. But humour me and stay where I can see you ok?' he says with a chuckle as he turns into large glass building. Entering the carpark he places his car next to a Porshe and quickly gets out.

' Ever! Come on! ' he shouts in a whisper and comes around to my side and drags me out the car to run to the elevator. He presses the close button continuously as his eyes become wide while looking out if anyone is watching.

' Whats going on ' I laugh, confused by his actions, as i'm dragged across an empty carpark. 

' Anyone can see you now , mon fleur ' he says taking a deep breath as he presses the button for the 76th floor.

' Ah' I say unaffected. I turn my head, seeing nothing but that Porshe.

' I'm sure I can make myself invisible or something' I say. I heard that I could literally do anything when I'm in my angel form.

' Maybe wait till Irisa is around, i dont want you to hurt yourself .' he muttered. 

' Who?' I questioned, my brows raising towards eachother, 

' A friend of yours, apparently? She was a big help when you were sick' he explained casually. 

' Right' i whispered to myself, interesting. 

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We walked down, what looked like an endless corridor, and through a door to our right. 

We took out shoes off in a large lounge room and stepped onto a carpeted floor. 

' Our practise room changed a few weeks ago, now it's more of an apartment really' Jimin smiles excitedly as he pulls me into the large lounge , ' Has it's own dance studio, recoding space and kitchen!'

I look around at the space. It's seriously not much different from their apartment. Hell they even have the exact same fridge. The space is smaller, the lounge has three sofas and a large TV and a small bookshelf. The kitchen is connected to the space, the kitchen bench is a few meters away from one of the sofas and is inside of a small kitchen with a massive fridge. At the back of the room you can see three doors with pictures carved into them, one with a treble clef sign, one a pair of shoes and the other just a square box.

' The door with the box is sound proof' Jimin says, ' Its when some of us need to practise together and the others are resting.'

' Why don't you just live here' I say astonished by all this.

' Nah, no space for beds and besides this place means work for us. I think we would all go crazy if we had to live here, thinking we need to work all the time.' Jimin explains.

I just nodded looking to my right to see another door with a carved T. Must be the toilet.

Jimin tells me to sit down and says that he needs to do a few things and that he'll be back.

' Read a book or something' he shrugs as he runs into the door with the treble clef sign.

I walk towards the bookshelf, looking at a few books here and there. ' How to Manage Your Finances', ok not that, ' Guide to a Fulfilled Life' uh not that either, ' kickboxing the easy way ' ....

I sigh taking the book I have no interest in and plop myself on the furthest sofa. As I do, I hear murmurs coming from the entrance.

' How could you take a whole WEEK off? A WEEK YOONGI ! We trust all of you to come in yourselves but this is what happens!? I know you just finished your big tour but even if its only for a few hours you guys could have come in to TRY and compose some songs!' I hear an angry voice say.

' Hyung, the boys were not the best mentally. How could I ask them to work when they couldn't even eat?' a calm voice answers outside the door.

' What happened that they couldn't even eat Yoongi-ah. Did someone die?! HUH?' the man asks sarcastically.

' No hyung, but someone very close to us almost did.'

Silence was filled with a sigh after a few long minutes. 

 ' Ok, ok I'll just tell PD-nim that you guys went to a funeral and let's leave it at that. You know how he worries and I don't think you want him trying to bring flowers to your sick friend' the man says letting go of the issue.

' Thank you hyung' Yoongi says as he opens the door. Panicking I drop to the floor and lay on my stomach hoping that the couch in front of me will hide me.

' I've got a meeting, see you later' the man yells as he runs towards the elevator, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

I hear a scuffle and soft footsteps. I close my eyes and clench my body. 

' What ... are you doing down there' A perplexed voice above me says slowly.