October 12th, 2017:
It was early in the morning and we had just finished a final rehearsal for the BTS MCountdown show we were leaving for later in the day. Some of the boys had said they had gone to the bathroom and they still hadn't come back yet despite Hoseok having said he wanted to run through a few more things before leaving.
"What's taking them so long?" I sigh, waiting with Jungkook, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok in the lobby.
"I'll go check on them," Hoseok says, shaking his head.
Hoseok leaves and a few seconds later I leave as well to fill my water bottle. In order to fill my water bottle, I had to pass the hall with the bathrooms, but I couldn't see Hoseok, or any of the other members anywhere. On my way back, I saw the door at the end of the hallway open and heard Hoseok's voice.
"Come on guys, I told you. Let's go," he said reprimanding people.
I was a bit confused as to why they were outside and go to see.
"What's going on?" I say, opening the door wider.
Hoseok turns surprised, stumbling slightly since he had been leaning a bit on the door. Jimin and Yoongi hurriedly move about as Namjoon looks at me surprised.
"What are you doing here?" Yoongi asks, coughing slightly.
"I might ask you the same thing?" I say, looking from the ground to them. I wasn't stupid. This was where all the staff took their smoke breaks, around their feet were what looked like three freshly smoked cigarettes.
"Just getting some fresh air," Jimin replies, trying to subtly stamp his foot down on the cigarette nearest him.
"You think I'm that stupid?" I frown at him, "why were you guys trying to hide the fact you smoke? What did you seriously think I was gonna do about it?"
"Well, it was Namjoon," Yoongi deflects, "he thought it'd be best since... well... your mom... you know...".
"Ah, so you know it seriously increases your chance of cancer? That it rots your lungs?" I scoff, unimpressed, "I mean look, at the end of the day, it's your body, your choice... I think it's a bad choice, a really sh*tty one, but... I mean, whatever..."
"I told you she'd be fine," Yoongi mutters under his breath.
"You think this is her fine?" Namjoon shoots back whispering.
I laugh darkly at their little mini "private" discussion.
"How long have you guys been smoking?" I ask, wondering how many times I looked like an idiot thinking they were going on a walk or the washroom.
"On and off for years," Yoongi replies flatly.
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BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017
FanfictionThis is year 2017 of my slow-burn, detailed story of Y/N as the eighth member of BTS. The story is as realistic as possible which means it sticks to dates as well as social and idol "norms". This is not snapshots or short imagines, it does have a t...
