The Idol Life is DANGER (BTS x Trans-FTM OC) [Discontinued]

Chapter 5: With Fame, Comes Hate

A/n: Thank you all for 200+ reads! Anyway, let's get back to the chapter.

Rhys' POV:

After my debut, it became clear there was more hate than praise.
I try my best to not let it get to me, but sometimes it's hard not to.
What was once happy comments on the BTS twitter page, turned to hatred and death threats.
The other members tried to pay no attention to it, keeping their mouths shut.
I decided it was best to do that too.
I awoke in the morning to Jimin on V-Live.
He had gotten into a habit of laying with me at night. It was rather comforting.
He was talking to the screen, so I assumed he was live.
"Oh! Rhys you're awake! Say hi to the viewers!" He grinned.
I shook my head no and got out from under the covers.
"Why not?"
"Hyung...I don't think they'd want to see me." I replied.
"Too late!" He yelled, pointing the camera on me.
I lazily looked at the screen.
Faking it, I gave a smile and waved. "Hi ARMY, I hope you had a lovely day or evening."
They typed horrid words. Well, most of them.
-Where is my bias?
-Great, the ugly one is on screen.
-He's only here to take BTS' fame.
-You should quit. I don't think they wanted you.
I read each one of them, and the list went on for miles.
I frowned slightly.
"Something wrong Rhys?" Jimin asked.
I shook my head lying. "No."
Jimin nodded and faced the camera back towards him. I could see him scanning the comments.
His grin faltered, and his eyes thinned.
"Rhys worked hard to get here. He's working hard to help with the group's fame. Don't hate him for helping with our success." And with that Jimin ended the stream.
Tossing his phone onto the bed, he stared me down with a serious gaze.
"You need to tell us about this."
I rubbed my hands against my face, letting out a long held breath. "It's fine. Isn't it apart of the idol life?"
The 95-liner shook his head, but didn't say another word.
"You two need to get dressed, we have practice all this week." Jin commanded briefly passing my room.
"I'll go back to mine and Hoseok's room." Jimin said and left.
I closed the door behind him and shuffled to my closet.
It was practice, so I tossed on some black sweatpants and a purple t-shirt.
Underneath my purple shirt, I made sure to put on a compression top.
It's not healthy to wear a binder when being active.
It'll cut your breathing capacity, and you could fall unconscious. As well as hurt your ribs and damage your lungs.
So long story short, binder and exercise = bad news.
Popping open my deodorant, and rubbing against my pits.
After that was done, I walked to the bathroom.
Glancing up, I see Jungkook already there brushing his hair.
"Huh?" He paused. "Oh, it's you Rhys. What'd you come in here for?"
"Just to brush my teeth." He nodded and made room.
Wetting my toothbrush and applying the toothpaste, I made circular motions across my mouth bones.
Making sure to get the edge of my gums as well.
Spitting out the month froth and rinsing it out, I felt Jungkook ruffle my hair.
"You dork. You haven't even fixed your bed head!"
A rosy color appeared on my features. "It's not my fault..." I mumbled.
"Cute..." I caught the ex-maknae speak.
My eyes widened. "H-Hyung!"
Mr. Coconut swiftly shook his head. "Erm...uh...sorry! Here," he combed my hair. "I'll help you with your birds' nest."
I laughed lightly at the term he used for my locks.
A few minutes passed. "There, all done."
Jungkook set the brush down.
Staring at the mirror, I smiled at my now nice looking follicles.
Then they landed on my face.
They're kinda fat aren't they.....do I look spoilt?
My mind began to register what the fans said.
Maybe the ARMY was right.
"What's with that look?" Kookie questioned.
Shifting my gaze to him, I gave a reassuring smile. "It's nothing."
Jungkook stared at me with an unconvinced look. "Your not fooling any of us Rhys."
I flinched at the harsh tone playing from his mouth.
"HURRY UP EVERYONE THE VAN'S HERE!" Namjoon screeched.
I couldn't help but feel grateful.
Saved by the be-..er.....van.
Rushing out the bathroom, I made it to the door leading outside.
Placing on my sneakers, I turned the knob and strolled to the car.
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Jungkook's POV:

I eventually got to the van, only to see Rhys seated in the back.
Hopping in beside him, I couldn't help but gaze at my dongsaeng with worry.
The hate was getting to him.
The other members could see it too.
I felt betrayed by the ARMY.
They had shown so much appreciation at the concert...and now they're shooting death threats, curses, everything possible to get Rhys to leave us.
I can't believe they faked it.
They faked their squeals, and claps.
I cannot trust them anymore...now that I've seen this.
What makes it worse, is that Rhys is keeping it all in.
He doesn't want anything to be said.
It hurts seeing like this.
By now, Rhys has opened his phone and was scrolling trough twitter.
His finger tapping the screen, surveying every comment.
All of which...were not good.
Lifting my hand, I pressed my thumb against the phone's power button shutting it off.
"What was that for, hyung?"
I still had my palm on his, holding it softly.
"Stop reading the comments." I stated.
Rhys sighed and stared at his shoes. "I need the criticism."
This made everyone turn to stare at our maknae.
"What do you mean?" Jin spoke.
Rhys continued to glare at his feet. "I need to give the fans what they want...it's how this all works...I take what they say and try my best to achieve."
Anger boiled in my veins.
My grip on his hand tightened. "Achieve what!?! The ARMYs want you dead! How can you possibly do that?"
Tears filled the younger's eyes.
"We want you here Rhys! How many times do we have to tell you?!" I shouted.
Lines of water streaked his face, his thin eyes became red.
I calmed down and released my grip on his hand.
"I'm sorry. But we want, no, need you Rhys."
A whimper escaped his lips, as he bit them to stop the noise.
Wrapping my arms around him, I tightened my embrace.
"Let it out." I said into his hair. "Don't hold it in."
Small sobs made their way to our ears.
His dam broke.
"W-Why do they hate me so much?" Rhys asked through his cries. "What did I-I do to them?" The maknae gripped my shirt tightly.
Rubbing circles into Rhys' back, I let him rant.
"I-I'm sorry for laying all my prob-problems on you guys."
The hyungs stared with sad eyes.
Mine stung a bit, stroking his hair, I spoke. "You dummy." Letting a stray drop of salty water fall from my socket onto his head. "That's what we're here for."

A/n: I know it's a tad short, sorry! I hope you all enjoyed, and apologies if some of my vocabulary is repetitive, I'm trying to work on it. Anyway, once again thanks for reading! Stay tuned for more!