The Eighth Member • A BTS Fanfic (Jimin x Reader/oc)

Chapter 9

"Hi," I said in a daze.
"Hey," Tae said in confusion. I heard the door opening again.
"We're back!!! We also found Jungkook roaming around the streets again!" And then I was met by the same confused stares as the other members except for Jimin. Jin and RM had officially entered the scene.

"Who's this?" Jin asked in a scary manner.
"I have a name, you know! And what is up with everyone not knowing about me?! I'm the eighth member of your freaking group! It was on a contract, and I know it wasn't a scam because Park Jimin actually showed up after I got out of the plane, and I KNOW that I absolutely belong here!" I completely lost it.
"Min-Ji!" Jimin came running from somewhere else.

"I need some time alone, Jimin. Explain it to them. Your whole group has no idea of who I am. It hurts in my heart, just take care of it," I went out through the back door.

I sat there, pondering my life. This is probably what I deserved after abandoning my family. And my friend. Gee was no where to be seen. I hoped she wasn't kidnapped. Not only that, but I wasn't even charming in the slightest bit! Why would I have a stupid idea of becoming an idol when I didn't have what it takes? I didn't even look good. I was so plain. Not only that, but joining BTS? Did I have a death wish? I would've gotten torn to shreds by the army and rejected by society. A single girl joining a boy band was a wild thing. And outrageous. Maybe I should've quit.

These thoughts were going through my head right before Jimin came to find me.
"Don't worry me like that again, okay? They are fine now, come," I nodded slightly and grabbed his hand.
"By the way, how old are you?" He asked me. Should I have lied about my age? I don't know. Probably not.
"16," his eyes widened.
"16?! Whoa, you are so young but so accomplished already?!" I laughed.

"Nothing like that. By the way, why are you talking in Korean? You know I can't speak it back to you," he shook his head.

"You can understand me. That's why I am going to talk to you like this from now on,"
(A/N: I will take italics off regardless if they are speaking different languages. It makes it easier on the eyes and I will reference it if needed in the future)

"That's fine with me. Yay, I don't need subtitles anymore!" I cheered awkwardly.
"You're a strange one," Surprisingly, Jimin's Korean suited him better.
"By the way, is it okay for me to not use honorifics with your name?" Jimin's face scrunched up at my comment.
"I don't mind, but the rest of the members will be less tolerant. Like Jin hyung for example. He's the oldest and wants respect from everyone. So please be considerate of that. If we're alone, don't hesitate to be informal with me," he reassured me.
"But we have a six year difference,"
"Then call me oppa," I choked on air at his comment.

"Wh-what?!" I blushed.
"O-ppa," he repeated.
"Oppa," I buried my face in his arm.
"Say it again, use my name,"
"J-Jimin Oppa," he laughed creepily.
"Are you a pedo?" I asked cautiously.
"What?!" It was his turn to choke on air.
"Just kidding! Even though I'm a minor, I'm still mature. And it was just a joke, oppa. No need to get defensive," I explained. he smiled once more.

"I hope no one judges me," I sighed.
"Don't worry. What happened with Suga hyung was just a misunderstanding. You're fine. Just don't forget about the formalities," He told me sternly but softly. It was like being scolded by an Angel.
"Ok, oppa. By the way, do you think I should pretend that I don't understand them, because it seems suspicious if I only understand Korean but I can't speak or write it myself. That being said, I can't even read words. It's all auditory," Jimin looked a little confused.

"Audi-tori?" He asked in English. I pointed to my ear.
"What you can hear, audio, auditory, it's a word," he nodded.
"Ear, Audio," I smiled.
"So what do you say?" I asked.
"Hmm?" He asked.
"What do you say about me keeping this a secret?" He shook his head.
"Just let us know, but fool everyone else, including staff, and the manager," he said in Korean.

"I understand. Do you think we can go in now? It's getting a little hot out here," I wipe sweat off of my forehead.
"Yeah, sure," Jimin lets me hold his hand as we made our way back into the house. Upon entering the scene, I noticed that all of the members were sitting on the huge couch with their heads down in shame.

"We're sorry, Min-Ji ah," Suga started.
"Fool, she can't understand you, say it in English," Jin hit him.
"Hey, Min-Ji, we are sorry. Can you forgive us?" RM asked me in English.
"Let me think about it....maybe," I smirked.
"Yay! Friends?" J-hope brought light to the situation. (He spoke in English)
"Yeah!!" I gave him high fives as he got off the couch.
"I need to talk to our manager, is it okay if you can introduce yourself to everyone while I'm gone?" RM asked (in English) politely.
"Oh yeah, go ahead," I answered him.

While RM was in another room, I stood at the front of the room and spoke.
"I'm Min-Ji, I'm a trainee right now and I'm hoping to join my favorite group by the end of this month," Jungkook raised his hand.
"Yes," I pointed to him.
"How old you are?" He asked in broken English.
"I'm 16," everyone gasped except for Jimin who was smiling in the corner. V and J-hope raised their hands at the same time.
"V?" I asked.
"What is your favorite group?" He asked.

"BTS, next question from J-hope?" I moved on while ignoring any more attention.
"Whoa, you join our groupu?" I nodded.
"I spoke to an employee named Christina from BigHit and she hooked me up to the company. I signed a contract and everything," I answered.
"Christina.." Suga repeated. They suddenly started conversing amongst themselves.
"Do you know Christina?" Jungkook asked in Korean everyone was intent on finding her.
"Guys, it's okay. Just focus on what we need to know. I met Christina while I was still in America and she gave me an offer to join the group. I mean, Jimin did come to the airport and he was my personal guide. I don't know why the information was jumbled," the members crossed their arms and sulked.
"One thing, Min-Ji ah!" Jin raised his hand. (He was speaking in English)
"Yeah?"
"Can you at least speak formal to us?" He asked.
"Sure, what would be 'formal?'"
"He means, call us 'oppa' at the end of our name," Jimin answered with a smirk.

"So when you say Min-Ji ah, you actually mean to say that is a formality?" I asked.
"Yes," Jin answered quickly.
"Ok, fine oppas, I'll call you that but I don't know why I should since we're living in the same house..." I sulked.
"Wait, new rule..Suga you say," Jin backed off.
"You call us oppa, outside of house, inside, just be informal," Suga said in broken English.

"Ok, deal!" As soon as I said that, RM came back in the room.
"I just got off the phone with the manager, he said he's coming over here right now. He said he'll explain everything once he gets here and he has a new assistant or something," he explained in clear English.
The other members understood and nodded.
"In the meantime, why don't we eat something?" RM suggested.
"Sounds good, what are we going to eat?" J-hope spoke in Korean.
"Dummy, speak in English, I can cook foodu? We have vegetable and rice? With chicken?" Tae asked with a mixture of English and Korean.
"No I cook," Jin intercepted.

"That's alright, we can just split the cooking in half. V, you can cook the rice, Jin can cut the meat, and I can cut the veggies," I compromised.
"Sounds good, you should start," RM pushed us into the kitchen and we got to work.

Everything was done after 15 minutes and the rice was cooling down.
"Wow, Min-Ji ah you good cook!" Suga told me.
"Thanks," I replied.
"Good job," Jimin gave me a heartwarming smile.
The bell rang. Most of us were done eating and V stood up to go open the door. When he opened it, someone I didn't expect was standing there.

"Gee?"