𝟾ᴛʜ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ || [ʙᴛs x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

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D a e s a n g
U n e d i t e d

Chansol's POV: 2016
"BTS!"

All of our eyes widened as the MC announced that we had won Best Male Dance, all of us looking at each other in shock. Namjoon was the first to stand up, then the rest of us followed. The other idols looked happy for us, while the fans glared a bit as we walked by. We all walked on stage, giving individual speeches.

I had tried not to cry, but a few tears slipped. Hoseok saw this and smiled at me, rubbing my back to soothe me. But the tears didn't stop, they just kept coming. After Namjoon's speech, we all hugged and went backstage since the award show was over. "Congrats, guys!" GOT7 smiled as we walked past them in the hallway, Yugyeom giving me and Jungkook a hug as Jackson and the others hugged the rest of the members.

Thanks, Jackson." Namjoon chuckled, wiping the remaining tears from our acceptance speech. After we got done chatting for a bit, we went to our dressing rooms. Every group shared one room, so we all had to deal with each other yelling about how our outfit was falling apart— AKA Jimin.

"Awe, don't cry Chanie~" Hoseok pouted as he closed the dressing room door, since he was the last member that came in. "I-I'm not crying, m-my contacts just d-dried out." I sassed a bit, making the other members laugh and shake their heads. Taehyung came up to me and wiped my tears with his thumbs, making me smile and hug him.

We had to go back to the dorms soon, which was going to be hectic. I now shared a room with Jungkook and Taehyung, we all had our own beds but we always cuddled on mine. Jimin and Hoseok occasionally came too, even Yoongi. "What do you guys want for dinner?" Jin suddenly asked, taking off his suit jacket as everyone else began to as well.

"Tongdak!" We all yelled, causing Jin to shake his head. "Alright, Tongdak it is then."
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"Jiminie-hyung~!"

I whined as Jimin squished my cheeks, still having a bit of food in my mouth. They all chuckled as I swatted his hands away, threatening to bite him. "Knowing Jimin, he'd like that." We all laughed at this, a small blush on my cheeks as I grabbed my chopsticks.

"You know.. I'm so proud of you guys. I love all of you so much." Jin smiled, setting down at the table with his plate. We all cooed at this, seeing the loving side of our eomma. "We love you too, Jinnie-hyung!" I giggled a bit, causing Jungkook and Jimin to coo even more and start to squish my cheeks again.

"Boys! Stop messing with poor Chan-ah." Jin huffed, pointing a pair of chopsticks at them. They both stopped dead in place, all of us scared at the look on Jin's face. Jungkook was still squishing my cheeks with his hand, my lips puckered so I looked like a fish with cheeks full of food.

"Sorry eomma.." We all whispered, going back to eating. The hyung line and Taehyung snickered, making me pout even more.

"How about we watch a movie?"
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"That was so sad, hyungs! Why did you make me watch that?!"

I sobbed, hiding my face into Jungkook's arm. We had watched Train to Busan, and I had immediately started crying as soon as the movie started. "Oh, stop being such a baby." Yoongi rolled his eyes a bit, making me pout. "I'm not a baby." I got up and walked off to my room, feeling a bit hurt form his statement.

I know it sounds stupid, but I wanted to prove to my hyungs I wasn't just a 19 year old who cried so easily. I had been through a lot, a lot of it my hyungs didn't know. I wanted to make them proud, so I worked extra hard for them. And being called a baby hurt, crying in front of them hurt. It showed I was weak, and I was still too 'unprofessional' to even be in the group. At least that's what some of the fans had said, and they were right. I was sensitive, so those kinds of things hurt me.

I sighed and closed the door, plopping down on my bed and pulling the covers over my head. I'm glad I had changed into some comfortable clothes when we had left, cause I was most likely going to be here until I was needed. Which, that didn't seem anytime soon.

"Chan-ah..?" I heard a knock on the door, deciding to ignore it. "I'm coming in, Chanie." Soon, the maknae line walked in and surrounded my bed. Jungkook sat where my head was, Jimin at my feet, and Taehyung behind me. "We're sorry about Yoongi-hyung saying that, he didn't mean it."

Taehyung said, rubbing my side a bit. I didn't say anything, I just kept my eyes closed and hoped that they thought that I was asleep— since I was a deep sleeper.

"Chansol-."

"Get out, I need to talk to him."

Yoongi suddenly said, Taehyung's hand hesitantly leaving my side as they all left. Yoongi closed the door, walking over to my bed. "Chanie-ah... hey, look at me please." He whispered, rubbing my side a bit. I slowly pulled the covers off of my face, but only a little bit.

"I'm sorry I called you a baby, I know you hate being called that yet I still did it. I didn't mean to hurt you, I truly didn't. We're all very proud of how far you've came, you've proved yourself on multiple occasions. So please, stop overworking yourself okay?" He smiled a bit, cupping my cheek in his hand.

I smiled and blushed a bit, nodding. He smiled even more, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "Do you wanna cuddle until Sejin comes to get us?" I giggled even more and nodded, causing him to smiled and jump into the bed with me.

"We love you so much, Chan-ah. More than you know..."