8th Member - BTS Fanfiction {COMPLETE}

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We finish our performances and get on a plane back to Korea to get information about a tour. "Hey Y/n you owe me a new sweater." Jimin laughs making me chuckle. "I was getting you one anyways!" I giggle. "You're phone is going crazy." Taehyung hands me my phone and I quickly answer. Our plane hasn't taken off yet so we all just goof off.

"Hey omma!" I smile brightly. "Y/n I don't know how to tell you this right now." My smile fades listening to her next words. "Tell me what? You can tell me anything and if you need any more money I-"

"It's not money baby. It's your father. He passed away in his sleep forty five minutes ago. T-The doctor was arrested and everything my baby I'm so sorry." I lose all breath in my body. "I'll call you when we land. I love you. Bye." I hang up the phone and sit back trying to pretend it's a prank and none of this is real.

I close my eyes and plug in my music. The plane takes off and we're finally in the air. "Yah Y/n remember when Jin almost fell off the stage because of me?" Hoseok laughs lightly. I just nod and keep quiet. "Everything okay?" Taehyung's eyes were on me since I ended the call but Hoseok's question only makes his eyes dig deeper into my soul.

"I'm tired." "All of sudden?" I give my worst glare and Hoseok instantly leaves me alone. "Y/n." Taehyung's and Yoongi's stares are the hardest to face for me. "Yes." "Why'd you give Hobi hyung a glare?" I shake my head trying to ignore it. "I just need to sleep." I turn over and try to fall asleep. It works. But for how long I sleep is where my problem will grow.

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We get off the plane and head into cars. Paparazzi and fans following us everywhere. I keep my mask and sunglasses on my face to hide the pain on my face. I hid it the whole plane ride with the excuse of me being tired. I slept almost the 14 hours.

We head home and finally get to plop on my bed. "How are you still tired?" Jimin plugs my phone up for me. "I just am." My voice completely worn out from hiding my pain for so long. 16 hours later and I haven't completely broke down yet from my father's murder.

"You're being really cold, Y/n." "Ok."

"Yah!" Jimin clearly being fed up with my behavior and looks over at me with an annoyed face. I climb out of bed and plop in my rolling chair. "What." My dead eyes land on his more angered eyes. "What's your problem?" "What problem?"

"You're acting cruel to me for no reason." I don't even feel like myself anymore. His anger isn't making me feel anything for him like it would if I wasn't in this state. "I haven't said much, Jimin." Unexpectedly, tears fall from my eyes. Jimin's anger changes to worriedness. "Y/n-" "I'll be back." I walk in the kitchen and grab a bottle of wine.

I pop it open and down almost half of the bottle before putting it back. "Y/n." I hear Jimin's worried voice but see  Taehyung next to him with his arms crossed and very serious look. "Sup." I look through the fridge for a small snack forgetting how I didn't eat most of the ride but slept everything away, well best to my ability.

"You're going to pretend we didn't just watch you down at least more than half of that wine bottle just now?" Jimin does most of the talking while I catch the very harsh stare of Taehyung. His stare honestly having no effect on me. "I'll just buy you another bottle." I shut the fridge annoyed of not being able to find anything small I want.

"Y/n come here." Taehyung's voice clearly annoyed or not pleased with my actions. The others slowly step in so I only walk up to the table and stare into his eyes like my soul has completely left my body. "You're not the same Y/n that was so shy she hid underneath a blanket with a big ass plushie from just a kiss. I need to know what's going on with you." My eyes still dead while staring him.

"Where's my princess hm?" Taehyung grabs my hands making me instantly look away. "If you don't tell me I'll tell the guys are fun night in my room that night and the following nights afterwards." "OKAY JUST DON'T DO THAT?!" I hide my face in embarrassment.

He really is the only one that can solve me like a math problem.

Taehyung comes around the table and kisses my forehead while looking at my with a slight smile. "Now what's wrong?" I give up slowly. "The phone call on the plane was from my omma was about my father. He was murdered. I've been holding it in the entire plane right until now." My eyes begin watering. "You don't hold stuff like that in." Taehyung sighs and gives me a look. "I know." I nod while looking down at my bare feet.

Taehyung pulls me into a hug and I completely break down. Every piece of pain falls off of my shoulders and into these tears. "Y/n you're not alone anymore." Yoongi's voice sounding really upset. "I know I know it was just out of habit." Everything I've felt on that plane comes pouring on Taehyung's shirt.

After all my tears I lift my head up but Taehyung wipes my tears instead of letting me wipe my tears. "I ruined your favorite shirt. I'm sorry." I sniffle catching Taehyung's attention. "How'd you know this was my favorite shirt? I didn't tell you that." I blush and keep my eyes away from his. "You told me when you were helping me with my shoes when I first moved in the dorm."

"OHMYGOSH THAT'S GOT DAMN CUTE!" Jimin hugs me tightly along with Hobi. "I'm sorry to the both of you for acting like a bitch. I-" "Yah! You're hurting it's fine." Jimin squeezes me. "What he said." Hoseok smiles warmly. My heart feels whole again. I've never felt so cared for like friendship.

"Why aren't you hugging back?" Jimin looks at me confused. "One you're squeezing life out of me." Hobi chuckles while the both of them let me go. "And two?" Jimin smiles brightly. I look over at Taehyung who's already looking at me. Feeling my cheeks get warm I look away from him and back to the others.

"I don't believe I've had true friends before so this is still a bit fresh to me." I nervously mess with my hands. "You'll get there when you're ready." Yoongi gives me a smile which is rare in this household. "Alright I have to go give her cuddles." Tae sighs and picks me off of my feet, throwing me over his shoulder.

"WHAT?!" My eyes widen. "You heard me, princess." The others laugh seeing how embarrassed I am. "I told you not to call me that in front of the others." My lips all pouty while mumbling that.

Tae shuts the door and gently lays me on the bed. "What movie?" "I don't want to watch anything." My eyes looking up at his. My heart beating out of my chest for some reason staring into his gaze. "What do you want then?" Taehyung stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets and that same straight face.

"N-Nothing." I sit up quickly making him smirk. He climbs in bed and whispers close to my ear. "You're so tough until I'm around you." Feeling his breath on my skin makes me tense. I gulp. "C'mon let's cuddle and watch anime. If you feel you need to cry again, I'll head to the store to get you some things to cheer you up okay?" Taehyung pecks my lips before I nod.

"And relax. If I wanted to make you scream my name I would've already."

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