8th Member - BTS Fanfiction {COMPLETE}

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Weeks have passed since my father's death. I cry a lot. I don't always tell Taehyung or any of the others but they always figure it out. "Look at me. Breathe." I listen to Yoongi's words of encouragement after ending our live video. "Fuck it hurts." My pain still feels the same.

"It's okay." He brings me into a hug and rubs my back. "Why did he have to leave me like this? I just-" "Remember what I said last time? He's always watching over you, protecting you okay?" I nod my head and practice breathing.

After awhile, I calm myself down but still feel numb. "Y/n how about you try a hobby. Something to release these emotions other than crying." I nod and head out. I usually keep my phone on mute because of army but I open it anyways for some type of feeling.

I read some of the comments on the last photo I posted on Twitter, 15 minutes before I found out my appa left me.

I hope you feel better we love you🥺

Y/n keep your head up

I lost my father because of that same doctor so I'm glad he's getting in trouble. I hope you're doing well🖤

All the comments from these random people that love me make me smile but the feeling is temporary. I take a deep breath and slowly walk inside of my office. A few seconds even there's a knock. I open it not really wanting to speak.

"Y/n can we talk?" Jungkook rubs his neck clearly nervous. I just nod and let him in. "You have to attend court in another two weeks right?" Jungkook sits in the other chair next to me. I nod. "Yoongi talked about you being up for a new hobby so why don't you try boxing with me? Get your mind right before seeing-"

"Piece of shit took my best friend." I look in my lap full of everything. Numb. Pain. Hurt. Anger. "Come on." "Let me say goodbye to Tae." Jungkook stands up and gives me a hand up. "I already texted him for you." "I'll be just a few seconds alright?"

Jeon Jungkook pov

Y/n walks out quickly and doesn't even let me get a word out. I've never seen her so vulnerable. She's a tough, independent woman. Her father's death took the worst hit on her. I walk to Taehyung's office to see Y/n hugging him tightly.

"Go have fun." Taehyung smiles and pinches her cheek. "You promise?" "I promise now go! Don't keep Jungkookie waiting." Taehyung looks up at me while still smiling.

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"Like this or am I doing this wrong?" Y/n punches the bag so hard it splits a little. "I'm sorry about that. I can get you a new one." "It's fine. You're supposed to hit hard, that's what it's made for. Don't get soft for anything in this room." She nods and continues punching at it.

Every few minutes Y/n asks to learn new moves. I can see the excitement hidden under her sadness. "This is just the beginning but you're doing really good." She smiles genuinely to me for the first time in weeks.

"Keep smiling like that and I'll buy your own boxing equipment." I smile back.

Min Y/n's pov

I feel so much punching the hell out of this thing. I practice with the trainer going at it for atleast two hours until I finally feel tired. "I want you to come to the gym with me and the other later tonight ok?" Jungkook passes me a water bottle, two liter.

"I don't know-" "I don't think I can watch my friend cry everyday. Taehyung told me not tell you how badly it's effecting him watching you cry in his arms and not being yourself anymore. You're going to get that doctor asshole taken away like he deserves but you need yourself again to do that." My mind takes in his words trying to process.