Bts X child reader

Chapter 38

Y/N's POV:

"Pardon?" Is all I can say.

"He's still alive..Jin-Wook is." Jungkook said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I fake a laugh. "How do you even know about him? And don't joke like that." He shrinks down a bit, to my level. "Y/N-ah. I'm not joking." He said, looking into my eyes. I don't believe him. I can't believe him. I watched the house burn. "Stop it." I say, becoming slightly angry. How dare he even talk about my brother? "Y/N! You said you wouldn't get mad!" I pushed his hand off my arm. "I never agreed! Stop lying! Stop it!"

The others came over once they sensed some kind of commotion. "Y/N-ah, what's wrong? Is the party not good?" Taehyung asked, worry clear in his eyes. I looked up at him, ignoring Jungkook's pleading eyes that were still piercing into me. "No, Taehyungie. The party is good." I said, putting as much happiness as I could into the sentence. Until now, I had forgotten about my brother. Well, attempted is more like it. No matter how hard I tried, he was always still in the back of my mind, along with my parents. On especially good days, they would go away for a bit, but when I had time to myself once again, the memory's always came back.

"Well then what's wrong?" Jin asked, facing Jungkook and I. "Nothing!" Jungkook said quickly. "Liar." I mumbled, although all the boys heard it. "Y/N-ah, I didn't lie!" Jungkook said, his face turning pink, probably from being called out as a liar. "He's dead, Jungkook. I don't know why you think it's funny, but I promise you. His death is not something to joke about. And anyone who does, is just a heartless fool." I say, getting angrier as I went on. Who the hell did he think he was? How did he even know about my brother?

"Jungkook. Didn't we agree?" Namjoon looked at Jungkook. They clearly all knew something I didn't. "Agreed on what?" I asked. "What the hell is it that your hiding from me?" Hobi looked at me. "Y/N-ah, Jungkookie isn't a liar. I promise." He said, looking at me in the eyes. I looked away. Why did they have to do this? What a sucky birthday, bieng betrayed by the people I thought were my friends. "Stop it. I watched the house burn. I watched him. He was trapped! He didn't escape, he couldn't have." Jin corrected me. "He couldn't have without major injuries." He said. I groaned in frustration. They needed to stop.

"Stop messing with me!" I shouted, before I was lifted up and over, onto someone's shoulder. "Yah! Put me down! What do you think your doing?" I yelled at the unidentified male who had picked me up, kicking him in his chest, not caring who it was at this point. "If you don't believe us, we'll show you ourselves." Yoongi's voice announced. I continued to kick and shout at him, a variety of unpleasant words stringing out of my mouth. He wasn't affected by it at all, and I saw all the faces of the other six boys who were walking behind us, an unreadable yet identical to each other's expressions on each one.

I made a noise at them, but it ended up sounding more like a dying cat growling then anything. They just watched as Yoongi brought me out of the room, down the hallway and stairs, out past the reception desk, and through the doors leading to outside, following the whole way. He finally set me down in the car that was miraculously sitting outside waiting for us. "I can walk by myself.." was all I muttered to Yoongi and the others as they entered the car as well. "I know. But would you have?" Yoongi retaliated, and I didn't answer. Not because I didn't have anything to say. I could have said lots of shit. But because I didn't need to waste my time on him, anyways.

hence, I stayed quiet the whole car ride, not pondering even for a second if what they were saying was true. We finally ended up at the hospital, and before Yoongi could even think about putting me on his shoulder, I got out of the car myself, sending him an extra long glare.

Yoongi's POV:

As much as I loved this kid, she was flipping stubborn, and it was driving me crazy. She should know that we wouldn't lie to her. Then again, I can't exactly blame her. I imagine it was traumatizing, and us bringing it up was probably not a good idea. Speaking of which-this is exactly why we didn't want to tell her! Jeon Jungkook..

everyone sat quiet the whole ride, and it wasn't the pleasant silent that we usually sat in. It was the awkward silence, the one we hadn't dealt with since the first time Y/N joined us. It feels like it's been such a long time, yet it's only been a couple months. And even so, she's still our family. i led the way into the hospital, not missing the adorable glare-excuse me, scary- that Y/N sent me. I was excited to see her reaction to her brother, surely she would be overjoyed! Or, maybe she wouldn't like it..maybe she'd be even more mad that he was alive and she didn't know for 10 years..I grew nervous instead.

We entered the elevator, and the awkward atmosphere followed us. This time it wasn't so quiet, though. "If army knew who you guys really were, you'd be fanless." Y/N whispered. We all heard it, and I hate to admit that it stung. Whether she knew so or not, her opinion had an affect on us, and even though she knew the opposite from the truth, we hated that she was mad at us. I watched as Taehyung's face fell even lower then it already was. I felt bad for him the most. He was excited for today, planning on it to be a good day. And now, the person he wanted to make happiest today, was saying shitty stuff about him. "What's that supposed to mean?" Jin asked. He didn't look as upset as everyone. He looked mad. "Y/N, never once have we ever lied to you. It disappoints me a lot to know that you think we would do that." He said. Although it wasn't much, considering Jin was just an all around kind person, to see him even this mad was slightly terrifying. Of course, I didn't blame him, but Y/N wasn't..entirely at fault either. Y/N didn't answer him, and instead looked everywhere except for at us.

as much as I knew I shouldn't be mad at her, I was growing slightly frustrated at her stubbornness. "Yah. Kid. Just because your mad at us for something we didn't do doesn't mean you need to be a brat and ignore us." Let's put it this way, I have a hard time expressing emotions. I immediately regretted it once I saw her face contort into sadness. Then disappointment, then something I couldn't decipher. And then anger. "Yah. Idiot. Just because your mad at me because you frickin dared to even TALK about my DEAD brother and I'm not allowed to be upset about that, doesn't mean you need to be a as-jerkhole and rub it in my face." She said, mimicking me. She didn't stay angry for long, though, as her face shifted to one of sadness. I didn't take what she said to heart. I only took in when she fell to her knees, crying into her hands, her quiet sobs growing faster.

the only thing that ran threw my mind was her soft whimpers, her small shaking figure, and the fact that I was the cause of it. The elevator doors opened, but none of us even bothered to look at it. Everyone's focus was on the crying girl. Only then did I realize how much she was really carrying on her shoulders. Her parents were dead. Technically, she was an orphan. Her sister was in the hospital, and could be dying for all we-all she knew. She watched as her brother 'took' his life and saved hers, and then was told he was dead for almost a decade. The guilt she must've felt for that..and yet, did she ever even cry? Knowing Y/N, I figure not. She had bottled up everything she was feeling, and we were now witnessing as she slowly broke down, slowly lost everything. Actually, I'm the only one who really witnessed it. I hadn't noticed all the other boys who sat around her, just hugging her as her whimpers turned even smaller, as she didn't even cry and just sat and cried.

and I just sat and watched.