𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 | the eighth member of bts [ON HOLD]

BTS Get Scared by a Fangirl (BTS Ellen 2018)

(There is going to be a mention of the previous chapter, so if you haven't read that one yet, then do! Things will make a little bit more sense.)

"We're back with the biggest band in the world, BTS." Ellen has to raise her voice a few notches for everyone to be able to hear her over the excitement of the ARMYs.

"Okay, you guys, I know it's very exciting," she tells them. "There's the close proximity."

Now she speaks to us, "So it's good to see you, and you've changed now. I have to get you to introduce yourselves again. Because you used to have different hair." Namjoon and I chuckle. "Alright, who's who?"

"Yeah. Hi, I'm RM," Namjoon says. "I'm kinda like the spokesperson and leader for this group."

"Hi, I'm V."

"Good to see you again! I'm your hope, you're my hope, I'm J-Hope!"

"Hi, I'm Suga."

"What's up?" says Jungkook. He waves adorably with both hands. "I'm Jungkook!"

"Hey, y'all! It's nice to see you again! I'm Nova!"

"Hello. My name is Jin and Worldwide Cute Guy!" He puckers his lips.

"Hello," says Jimin. I can't hear him over the ARMY's screams, but I'm pretty sure he said, "I'm Jimin.

"Alright," says Ellen after Jimin introduces himself. "So you learned English—last time you were here, you learned English by watching Friends. Except for you, Nova because your native language is English."

"Mhm." I nod my head.

"Of course," Namjoon says.

"And you came on the lot, and you surprised some fans when you went to the set, right?" Ellen continues.

"Yes," Namjoon responds.

"Was it fun?"

"It's was a real set!" Namjoon chirps.

A few of the people in the audience chuckle as Ellen says, "Yeah."

"So I was, like, sitting on the couch and," He leans on the armrest, and cooly says, "Rachel." He laughs, "Yeah, Ross."

A compilation of video clips of us surprising fans on the Friends set plays on the screen behind us. The boys and I watch on the little one in front of the platform that's playing the same thing off-screen. "Wow," says Hobi, pointing to the screen.

"It was so fun," Namjoon says.

"Aww," the ARMYs coo as they watch the video clips.

"Awesome," Hobi says. "We were very excited."

"Yeah, we did that," continues Namjoon.

"Surprise~" I sing as the videos still play.

After the video ends, I clap and say, "Yeah, RM was, like, high key fangirling when we got on the set." Everyone laughs.

Namjoon laughs one of those breathy laughs that people laugh whenever they're embarrassed. "Yeah, I kind of was," he says.

"And, uh, speaking of fangirling, Nova," Ellen says to me. Another video plays on the screen. It's of the boys and me goofing around in the dressing room.

"Oh, God," I groan. I then laugh remembering my reaction.

Everyone laughs and 'awws' at my reaction to Ewan McGregor scaring the living shit out of me. I laugh again and cover my face with my hand.

"Oh, that was great," Ellen chuckles. "So anyway, you went to the Billboard Awards again. That's where you made your debut. So what was it like to go back and to have this kind of success and go back to the Billboard Awards?"

Taehyung answers, this time. "Well, we always dreamed about performing at the BBMAs," he says in perfect English. The boys and I smile and the ARMYs coo and cheer. "It was a dream come true. It was really special. It was really fun!" The ARMYs cheer loudly, and I put my hands to my heart.

"You okay there, Nova?" Ellen asks me.

I smile and breathe in through my nose. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," I say. I pretend to get all emotional. "I'm just having a proud mama moment, that's all." I take Jin's shoulders and shake him back and forth. "My baby's growing up so fast!" I shout. "His English has gotten so much over the past few months! I can't handle it!"

Everyone aww's and cheers. And then one of the boys must've just done something because the cheers from behind suddenly get louder. I giggle.

Ellen says, "Your fa—" The ARMYs scream for no apparent reason, and I laugh.

"Your fans are called the ARMY," she tries again.

"Yes," Namjoon confirms.

"Do you have anything to say to your fans?" Namjoon translates to the boys. There is a second of silence. Then Jin shouts, "ARMY, I LOVE YOU!" ARMY screams like crazy.

"And I have to ask—" Ellen is interrupted by the fans again. Then she leans in her chair so she can look at them. "I'm going to ask this question for all the young ladies sitting here. Is anyone—"

The ARMYs don't let her finish yet again and start cheering. They don't even know what the question is. "You don't even know what the question is, yet," says Ellen. Damn, it's like that woman can read my mind.

"Is anyone here dating?" Namjoon awkwardly looks to the audience. "What?" he asks.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Ellen says. She then looks at me. "Or a boyfriend in your case."

"Oh," he responds. Then a girl exclaims, "Me!" I turn my head to face them.

"Pick me!" says another one.

Namjoon starts speaking but then Jimin reaches a hand out to the ARMYs who start screaming their heads off.

"You know, thanks to you, Ellen," I say over the screaming, "thanks to you, every Korean now knows what the word 'hook-up' means."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, 'cause last time you asked us a question about, you know..."

"I see."

"Yeah."

"Wow, that's because of me?" I nod. "That's wonderful."

"Yes, yes. Very," I say as if this is a topic I talk about on a regular basis.

"Well, y'all are wonderful," Ellen says. "I appreciate you being here." She turns slightly in her seat so she can comfortably face the camera. "You can go to ellentube. You can watch another sone form BTS if you go to ellentube. And I also want to say—"

"AHH!!" Someone jumps out from the wooden table between the white chairs and scares the living shit out of the boys and me. I shriek, look away, squeeze my eyes shut, and put my fists up to fight. But instead of punching someone, I end up using my arms to keep Seokjin from crushing me against Jungkook. I push him back to an upright position as he clutches his heart. I breathe heavily, trying to process what just happened. "Holy shit," I say. I immediately cover my mouth. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," I say to Ellen.

She waves it off. "Don't worry," she says. "Look, guys, watch." She points to the screen in front of us, which replays our reactions.

I can't help but notice Hobi's reaction. "Hobi," I laugh, only half surprised, "you fell down again."

(A/n: remember? On the Late Late Show?)