BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017

Chapter 95- AMAs Interviews

November 19th, 2017:

I hadn't planned on going to the gym today because I wanted to rest my shoulder, but my body automatically woke up early as if I was going to. I'd rehearsed with it strapped up all day yesterday and it was still giving me pain. I kept saying it was getting better to not worry the boys, but I'd secretly asked the physio for more ice and for them to tape it up for the night.

So instead of going to the gym, I sat at my desk and looked over what Jonghyun had sent me for his book. He'd sent me a twelve-page document with five poems and 3 very short essays. They were all so beautiful and well-written. I felt I could never seamlessly add my work to his incredible art. Most of anything that could come close to looking like it belonged with his works was in my journals back in my studio in Korea, but I sat down nonetheless, trying to write my own short story.

"Y/N, you ready?" Yoona asked walking into the room two and a half hours later.

"... Oh sh*t," I said, my eyes going wide. I'd completely lost track of time.

"What have you been doing?" Yoona questions, confused as to what could distract me so much, "writing more lyrics?"

"Sort of," I respond, rushing to the bathroom to get ready. I didn't want to tell them about this right away since I wasn't even sure if it was really going to work out.

"Well, I got worried when you didn't even come to get food," she explains, "you have thirty minutes. How's your shoulder?"

"It's fine. I'll be ready in time, I promise," I smile at her as she passes the bathroom, leaving a banana on the bathroom counter to leave.

I quickly washed my face and got dressed in white linen pants and a baby blue button-up blouse. I matched it with nude wedges and delicate silver jewellery. I then rushed to the stylists so they could do my hair and makeup. I ended up being late by roughly ten minutes.

"Okay, let's go," Sejin says, ushering me into an elevator they'd been holding. All the boys were already in the van.

"Sorry," I said, climbing into the van now, and sitting beside Hoseok. There were five seconds of silence as they all looked at me, and then they burst into laughter. I looked at them half confused, half concerned.

"You're matching Jimin and Jungkook," Namjoon reveals, "we were just talking about their outfits and then you showed up... you're all legit wearing the same thing".

"No, we're not," Jungkook defends himself, "I'm wearing jeans, she's in like fancy pants. And Jimin's wearing black pants".

"But the top's the same," Taehyung snickers.

"Just shows how great minds think alike," Jimin says confidently.

"Or how much we need stylists," Yoongi chuckles.

"It can be both," Hoseok grins., "with some of your styles..." he mutters chuckling, but we all hear.