𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

namjoon

"Welcome, BTS! It's lovely to have you all back on the show and we would also like to welcome Y/N onto our show for the first time!"

You smile politely as you take the seat beside Namjoon. Questions get asked about the new album, Namjoon having to do most of the answering as the idea of the album's concept was his. You admire his professionalism until the interviewer directs his attention to you.

"So, Y/N, we all know that you are the newest addition to the team. You were announced as the eighth member a few months before the comeback trailer. How does it feel to be a part of the biggest boy band in the world?"

You sigh to yourself, feeling glad that nothing bad has happened. According to Namjoon who so kindly tried to calm you down backstage, they won't attack you personally unless they want to get a reaction out of you but they love us here, you're perfectly fine.

You smile, "It's quiet a thrill, actually. They are so fun to be around that when doing the most boring part of being an idol, I can never keep the smile off my face. There is a lot of pressure to push myself to be at the same standard as they are because they've made it this far without me, I just hope that I don't bring them down."

"I understand. We read through what people are saying about you in the news and on Twitter. There's a lot of hate on there. How are you dealing with that?"

Okay, slight jab. Namjoon looks over at you, the bottom of his eye twitching as it does when he's annoyed or about to get mad.

"Yeah. It's not easy, I can tell you that. The news being spread around about suspicions of my actual purpose in the group are stupid. It will all pass soon, I'm sure but for now, I'm just trying to stay happy and focus on the music."

Yoongi rubs your shoulder, eyeing the interviewer weirdly.

"This is a question from us here and the cameras are no longer rolling," you glance over discreetly to see the red light still on, "one of the rumours circulating the internet is that you are a sex slave to the boys, care to elaborate?"

You are stunned. Your mouth opens to say something but it just stays like that. Namjoon stands, grabbing your hand in anger. The boys follow him, scowls etched onto their faces.

"That is a disgusting question to ask. Until you learn how to respect women and our band, we won't be coming back," he explains, his voice eerily calm with that tiny hint of anger in it to make you scared.

He storms out, dragging you behind him. You all head into the dressing room to collect your things. Namjoon is immediately on the phone to the manager, explaining the situation. While he's doing that, you attach yourself to him, hugging him to thank him for what he did.

He pats your head, a ghost smile on his face.