Cloudy Skies -BTS 8th Member-

│File: Chapter 7 │

----- [Third Person Pov] -----

The table was silent due 90% of the members still waking up. Yuki had no need to worry as they all seemed too tired to even lift up their spoons properly to eat. Let's use Jungkook as the example as he laid with his head in his palm staring at the spoon as if it would suddenly become alive and feed him itself, though it could actually be what he is thinking.

According to her schedule she had to do a few classes, visit her dance instructor and then go to practice, the thought alone made her yawn. How do they do this on a daily basis and act like its nothing?

Saying that they had been doing this for six (6) years. Hell, she really did just barge in on their life.
she already knew that but thinking about how long they've known each other and done this is—well it feels like she's a random boulder blocking their path that they're learning to work around.

'Right, no more day-dreaming Yuki! You have stuff to do.' She said to herself. Suddenly she felt full and stood up to clean her bowl. Mug full of beverage sitting sadly as the youngster went off to get ready in a half-rush.

----- [Hoseok Pov] -----

After being awoken and my interaction with Yuki my sleep finally slapped me in the face and suddenly, I felt like death.

I took a place in my seat, watching as Jimin came down and practically missed the chair. Honestly, he can sit on the floor the rest of his life. Maybe the chair has something against him being a slight taller— or wait, would he be short sitting down? You know what, never mind I'm too tired for this.

honestly, can somebody throw me out and run me over with a truck, much appreciated. I grumble and lay my head down in protest of being awoken from my slumber. Even if I was able to clear things with Yuki.

It must be worse than just debuting all together. It probably feels like debuting but not as a team, but a singular person as the others spit in disgust even looking at her. It's like living with your haters 24/7 and having to work alongside them while all you do is try and perfect yourself to convince them you're not a bad person.

jeez no matter how much I want my brain to stay quiet I sure do think a lot.

"Move you're big head out of the way." Startled, I lift my head up to see seokjin holding a plate of fluffy pancakes.
morning = saved.

nothing is better than freshly baked soft, fluffy, perfectly cooked pancakes made by our Hyung in the dreadful morning. Usually, we all feel tired and too lazy to do anything but today seems Different. I think its because of the cloudy skies we've had recently. They definitely don't look pleasant.
After what seemed like a while of staring everybody was finally seated. A calm but un-comfortable silence is what we had seemed to settle for this morning. Yuki looked like she had barely eaten half a pancake when I looked at her plate and just as I turn away, she jumps up out of her seat making me flinch at the little scare. she fast pacing toward the kitchen, disposing of her breakfast.

what a waste, she didn't even have a sip of the drink I gave her. I feel very betrayed at this moment of time. I sighed, before continuing my breakfast to start of my day.

It's gonna be gloomy as hell today.

----- [ Yuki's Pov] -----

"FUCK." I hissed out in pain, crouching and clucking onto my head like my head is a fish tank that broke and will leak with water going everywhere. It was a bit louder then I had meant it to be but I had sworn in e-

you know, they probably still understand their not fucking idiots

......

kind of.

THAT'S NOT THE POINT, THE POINT IS I HIT MY HEAD AND IT HURTS LIKE SATAN STABBED IT WITH HIS MASSIVE FORK THINGY THAT PEOPLE SAY HE HAS.

Wait, what even his is massive fork thingy that people say he has called?

THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT YOU NEED TO GET READY SOP GETTING DISTRACTED. I SWEAR ITS LIKE I HAVE TWO PERSONALITIES AND THEY, ARE INFACT, BOTH SHIT. Ok, for real though I better start moving.

I had long forgotten the pain inflicted on my head by my shelf, and the embarrassment of swearing loudly. So I finished packing my back hurriedly slipping on my converse boots with struggle and turning to head of the door I thought I had opened.
apparently not though as my head once again took damage in the battle against objects. I WILL GET MY REVENGE.

Haha I sound like that one guy whose evil plans always fail and their enemy is an animal who's a secret agent. I don't remember the name as I only watched a few episodes if they were on and I had nothing else to watch.

I chuckle thinking about my choice in shows as a kid, and how I know I would re-watch them everyday as they will forever be one of my few loves In my life.

OH THE WINX WAS A GOOD ONE I ALWAYS CRUSHED OVER THAT ONE PLANT FAIRY WHAT WAS HER NAME UH- UHM....

FLORA THAT WAS IT!!!

"A-HAH I KNEW IT WA—" I pause and open my eyes from my victory pose. And before you ask, I will make a few points as followed:

a. I had to think so long that I had arrived outside of big hit
b. I look like an idiot
c. I not wearing my mask nor my hat

why'd I take so long to think about it? No idea. How much of an idiot does it take to forget two very important items? also no clue but somewhere around my level. Which, may I add is pretty low.
I walk in, seeing that not a lot of people are crowded around so I'm guessing a van of idols arrived and security told them to perish. But I am very grateful.

I head up towards the small room I normally have my lessons in and get out my textbooks, doing some work, I'm planning on getting extra dance lessons privately to help my dance skills a bit more. They never seem right, and that isn't good enough. Either way I need to find a way to fit that around my schedule with its zero free spaces, maybe late night one if possible?

honestly my day wasn't being very productive so far, I have barely even talked to the members. Its just anxiety of how they'd react even if its to the ones that have kind of- accepted me. I struggle talking to people, the fear of how they'd react. It's the jumping conclusions of how'd they react that puts me of.

I look up yawning just as the door knocks, I checked my phone to read "10:30AM" ah, so my singing teacher is here. I open the door and bow while greeting her. Moving to the side so she can get past and take a seat.

"Alright, so today we'll practice......"

and before I could even process It, they had all finished even dance practice. It went by quicker than I expected but I think it's because I actually paid attention this time. Not like I didn't pay attention in the other classes...but uhm, that's exactly what happened. IT WAS ALL THE BASIC STUFF ANYWAY DON'T COME AT ME ALRIGHT--

I sat panting on the floor, picking up my laptop. I needed to look at good dance teachers, I would ask Hoseok to, but I'd feel guilty. He already has to teach everybody the dance and he practices a lot and its very focused and good at what he does. I don't want to weigh him down—well not weigh him down but more like make him waste time on somebody not as confident in their skills and gets distracted by a spec of dust.

I put on some music as I scrolled, to keep me from getting bored and well- because its music. I hope you understood that.
"Fucking dance academy's, I'll have to get a job to pay this for now" considering I haven't started getting my pay through yet, due to not being uh- an active "live-preforming" member and somebody who helps with all the stuff like uhm- producing. Oh, that's something. I need to study for producing. Its something they might want me to do, and I want to be prepared.

Welp, time to go "job-hunting" when I have a job, no sleep, and my mental health probably going to go downhill even further if possible. Fun.

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Cloud- cheese
thank  Lisacoco27 for making me actually update. 🙇‍♂️

Not proof-read

Cheese.

Word count: 1507

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