#yoonmi.request

The sounds of the music blasting reached her ears before the elevator doors could even open.

“God,” Yoonmi muttered to herself, “I can’t believe that uni made me late for a work event for the first time ever.”

She carefully smoothed out the front of her leather romper over her black button down, an outfit Jungkook had dramatically insisted on because he helped Hoseok pick the romper out for her, and stepped out of the elevator doors right before they closed once again.

Almost immediately, her eyes spotted her members all gathered together in the photo booth, seemingly scanning the room for her. Right, she had sent them her location so they could see when she arrived.

People laughed at her rushed greetings and made way for her as soon as they could hear the heels of her boots coming in their direction. Everyone knew where she was headed, and no one would be stopping her even if they wanted to.

A set of sunglasses-covered eyes met hers, but even the tinted lenses couldn’t hide the way they lit up.

“Makdungie!” Hoseok yelled out, opening his arms for a hug. “You’re here! How was traffic?”

A laugh slipped through her lips as she walked forward to give Hoseok a hug, trying to pour everything she wanted to say into the tight squeeze. You look nice. I missed you. The listening party is doing great. Sorry I missed the actual listening part of the listening party. You’re working so hard. I’m proud of you. All these thoughts, yet only some words came out. “Sorry, I’m late. Traffic was okay, but my professor held me back.”

He pushed her sunglasses up her head and did the same to his own. “What matters is you’re here. Come on, it’s your turn to take pictures with me.”

Hoseok swung an arm around her shoulders, squishing their cheeks together for their first photo. The audible ranting of Taehyung from the side about Hoseok’s audacity to steal her before she could say hi to any of the other members made the smile on her face grow even wider out of amusement. After a few changes of poses, all of them gathered together into the frame, taking a photo altogether and being sure to send a soft copy to Yoongi immediately.

It was after the photo when the entire situation sunk in. There were so many people in the room with her, and the sheer thought of having to start up conversations began to overwhelm her. It was a long day at university, fixing up certain documents she needed for the following semester.

“Stick with me,” Jungkook handed her a champagne flute and offered his arm for her to take, “and drink this. Something to warm you from the inside might help you loosen up.”

A grateful sigh came out of her, “Thanks. Can we go close to the stage? I think Hobi oppa’s dancer friends are about to pop off.”

“Say no more.”

The two maknaes excitedly walked over to the center, pleased to find dancers taking over the floor. Pretty soon, they found themselves grooving along with their motions, Taehyung and Namjoon even joining them for a bit.

A glass of beer made its way into her hand, followed by a knowing wink from Jimin. She laughed and quickly downed its contents, settling on the floor of the stage, looking directly at Hoseok as he interacted with his guests as well as danced for a while.

She noticed a glow emanating from him. No, it wasn’t a reflection of the spotlight or the other flashing lights surrounding them. Hoseok just seemed to be glowing, whether it be in satisfaction, happiness, growth, or all of the above, she wasn’t sure. It was just a nice glow that she was happy to see given how stressed out he was in the past month specifically.

Her stares didn’t go unnoticed as the object of her thoughts turned towards her, a confused look crossing his face before he smiled and sat next to her.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“You’re absolutely glowing,” there was no hesitation in her voice, “and it’s an amazing look on you, oppa.”

He bumped her shoulder, “Thanks, Yoonmi. And thanks for coming by even though today drained you.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” she smiled at him, pleased to see his smile change to the one she only saw him use around family.

Hoseok got up, dusting his hand on his pants and offering her the drink in his hand. “Come on. If you’re up for it, I’m pretty sure Jessi nuna and Eunwoo were looking for you. Jack-Coke, by the way.”

She laughed at his choice of drink matching his album, thankfully taking the drink and placing her free hand on his outstretched one. “I think I’ve got a bit of energy left as long as you guys stay with me.”

“Always.”

She definitely had more energy than she thought. Needless to say multiple videos of her vibing surfaced the internet, being a topic of conversation for a while.

This didn’t mean she didn’t get hurt by everything, though. Both mentally and physically.

This is why all the glares she received as they performed “Fire” were still very unsettling to her.

Though she kept her confident stage persona since the performance started, she couldn’t help but notice most, if not all, people in the audience either giving her looks or not paying her any attention. The moment this processed in her head, she gave an inward sigh and became extra careful to not glance at her members or accidentally touch them.

‘Alright, Yoonmi,’ she thought to herself, ‘just get through the performance. You can sulk later, just get this performance over with.’

And it was going well until the final dance break happened. As she was squatting down for Taehyung’s solo line, she felt something in her eye. Blinking and squinting rapidly, she quickly realized it wasn’t something physical. She briefly recognized a red dot coming from the audience before her right eye lost vision.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she closed her right eye and looked away while following with the choreography.

It was only a few seconds, but was it possible that it blinded her? What was going to happen if she couldn’t see through her right eye? Would they cut her from the group? Would she have to stop being an idol entirely? Would she have to go to Australia now and live like a normal kid with her new family? Not that the last option was bad, but she really did want to stay and keep being an idol.

Her chest was tightening, heart feeling like something was clenching it. Breathing felt hard especially as they were going through the last bit of choreography. Everything felt too fast yet slowed down at the exact same time, and it was making her head spin. Not once did she open her right eye in fear of not being able to see.

She clenched her fists to stop them from shaking. As she finished up the last few counts and waited for Yoongi to walk backwards, she saw the red dot once again and quickly closed her left eye as well, but it wasn’t fast enough. Her hand went up to rub it a little as she walked to the back of the stage.

The moment she heard the signal through her in-ears that their stage was over for real, she blindly rushed off to the wings to the side where she knew her manager would be. Her breathing was haggard as she fell to her knees.

She could feel herself start to tear up, so she raised her hands to wipe the tears away. Her chest felt too tight to breathe, and her throat hurt. The overwhelming fear of not being able to see anything kept her from opening her eyes.

“Yoonmi?” The voice that called out to her was distant yet familiar. “Hey, kid. Breathe, alright? You’re good, you’re okay. You’re backstage now. Can you open your eyes for me?”

“Sejin oppa...” her voice barely came out as a whimper, “I don’t...”

Her lack of breathing made it hard for her to speak. She heard people coming towards her, and suddenly she felt more suffocated. She didn’t need all if the staff seeing her like this and thinking she was a brat or a crybaby, but she couldn’t stop herself.

All of a sudden, someone hoisted her up into their arms and ran off with her to what she assumed was their waiting room. Her hand was placed onto this person’s chest.

“Hey,” the voice she recognized as Jungkook’s murmured to her, “breathe with me, alright? It’ll be okay. Breathe. I’m right here, so are the hyungs. What’s wrong?”

“Can’t see,” was all she managed to get out, “laser.”

The older maknae cursed under his breath while lightly kicking a door open. It was at times like these when being given their own waiting room seemed a little more like a blessing than normal.

She felt herself being placed onto the couch and Jungkook’s hand pressing over her eyes, making everything darker.

Her chest grew tighter as she realized that Jungkook had carried her that long way. What if the fans saw? She isn’t supposed to be getting too touchy with him or they’d hate her even more!

“Take a deep breath for me, Mimi,” he instructed her as he kept her hand on his chest, her resistance making him worry just a little more. “In, out. Yeah, just like that. Hyung!”

“What’s going on?” That was Namjoon’s voice.

“I think she might be having an anxiety attack, and I think lasers made her vision weird?”

“Well, get your hands off her,” Yoongi’s voice called out. “Someone shut the door and turn the lights off, somebody else call a medic.”

The mixed conversations all sounded faint to her, but she felt Jungkook’s hands lifted away. This simultaneously relieved her yet scared her.

“Yoonmi,” Yoongi’s voice called out to her, “it’s Yoongi oppa. Can we touch you?”

Her chest tightened even more when she heard that. She shook her head and shifted herself so she was sitting with her knees up to her chest and hands in her hair.

“No, okay,” Yoongi reassured her. “That’s okay. Can you do me a favor? Can you remove your hands from your hair and clutch onto this pillow instead?”

She could feel a pillow being placed against her knees. Following Yoongi’s request, she pulled the pillow closer to her.

“Open your eyes for me, princess.”

“Can’t,” her voice was choked. “Don’t want to. Scared.”

“Okay, that’s fine for now,” the elder reassured her. “Let’s talk about something, yeah? How’s the filming for your variety show going? Are your unnies taking care of you?”

The question came out of the blue, confusing her. She felt someone press a tumblr into her hand. It didn’t feel like her usual tumblr. On instinct, she took a sip.

“They’re nice,” she whispered. “They take care of me, and we’re learning a song together. We’re gonna film a music video, too.”

“That’s good, princess,” Yoongi praised her, “I’m sure you’ll do great. How about your solo debut? How’s the album coming?”

“The planning is going fast,” she told him, still a little confused with why the sudden questions. “I have my title songs, I’m just working on my b-sides a little more.”

“Sounds good. Look at you, you’re breathing is back to normal now.”

It was when he said that that she realized she could breathe properly. Her chest was still a little tight, her throat dry as well, but significantly less than a while ago.

“Can I touch you?”

She bit her lip a little, unsure if she should allow. Fans would hate it. Then again, she was backstage, and she really needed some form of comfort then.

Once she nodded, she felt the couch dip next to her and someone, presumably Yoongi, pulling her into his side and wrapping an arm around her. She let out a long sigh before cautiously opening her left eye.

She could see the blurry figures of her members, making her shut her eye back in fear and bury her face into the pillow that she held.

“What’s wrong?” Seokjin’s voice asked worriedly from in front of her.

“Blurry,” her voice was muffled but heard by everyone, “you guys look blurry.”

“Don’t worry too much,” Namjoon’s voice came up. “It was probably a laser pointer, right? As long as it wasn’t directly in your eyes for too long, you’ll be fine. This blurriness is temporary, okay?”

“I hope so,” was the last thing she said before she heard the door open and Jimin’s voice.

It wasn’t long since Yoonmi decided she wanted to put songs on the group’s soundcloud. Sure, she could easily release them to the public since she just debuted as a soloist, but she wanted it to be something only ARMYs knew. Even then, though, there were still some ARMYs look down on her as well, so she was pretty sure one of them or more may leak her songs to the public for haters to see. As much as she hoped that wouldn’t happen, she was mentally preparing for it. They all knew it. The seven boys had already agreed to remind ARMYs to keep it to themselves and not put the song on twitter, youtube, or any other social media.

Jimin was curious. She had been working on a few songs for the past few days even while they were on tour, yet she never let anyone hear them. But, he knew not to press.

He was standing outside her hotel room, and he told himself that all he was there for was to make sure she ate the food he dropped off earlier and went to sleep.

No one answered when he knocked on the door. Taking the spare key he borrowed from Namjoon, Jimin made his way into her room only to find her asleep on top of her covers, notebook open and pencil in hand.

A fond smile made its way onto his face while he picked her up and properly tucked her into bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her setup on the table. She must have been working on something. He went to pick up her notebook and pencil to put them away, but the words on the page caught his eye.

At some point in my life, I used to wish that I could disappear from this world

The whole world seemed so dark, I cried every night

Will my mind feel at ease if I just disappeared?

I was so afraid of everyone’s eyes on me

He didn’t mean to see it! Really! But his eyes caught the first line, and Jimin had to make sure he read that correctly.

As he progressed through the lyrics she had written, it felt like a cavity kept growing in his chest. Was this really what went through her mind? He thought they had finally helped her get all those negative feelings out, but did she just keep it to herself?

He frowned. Keeping things to herself to not make the older members worry sounded exactly like something Yoonmi would do. He wouldn’t stand for this, though.

With a troubled heart, he messaged the others.

Yoonmi woke up only to find herself being squished in between Jungkook and, from the perfume she could smell, Yoongi. She blinked herself awake before sitting up only to find all of the boys in her room.

Her sleepiness was gone in an instant. Did something happen? Was there something wrong? Were they in trouble? Worry filled her up until a hand on her shoulder made her jump. It was Yoongi.

“Oppa,” she whispered to not wake anyone else, “what’s going on?”

“Princess, we need to talk.”

She practically deflated upon hearing those words.

“You’re not in trouble,” Yoongi reassured her, “not at all. We just need to talk about something.”

Yoonmi squinted her eyes at him as Yoongi got up to wake everyone else. Her eyes fixed on the desk where her setup was all cleaned up, but her notebook was open. Oh.

Someone sat on the foot of the bed in front of her. “Hey, makdungie.”

Yoonmi turned towards Namjoon hesitantly. “Hi. Is this about my song?”

“A little, yeah,” he gave her a solemn smile, “but more on why didn’t you say anything to us?”

It was then when she felt someone pull her onto their lap. Jungkook. He rested his chin on top of her head before lightly flicking her knee.

“No disappearing. Not on me.”

She patted his hand. “I’m not planning to. It’s just... It’s a fleeting thought. That’s all.”

“If it’s enough to write a song about, then it’s much more than that,” Taehyung noted, Jimin nodding in agreement beside him.

“Princess, have you been reading through hate again?” Seokjin sat next to Namjoon and lightly cradled her face.

Hoseok gave her a stern look. “You know we made the no social media rule for a reason, right?”

“It’s not that, I swear,” she reassured them. “I was just looking through my old diary, and I saw those. I remembered what I felt, and so I wrote about it.”

There was a silence as the members tried to see if she was lying. Yoongi, who sat next to her once again, tightened his grip on her hand.

“You’re sure it isn’t thoughts right now?” Namjoon’s worry was clear in his voice.

“They come still, but it’s all fleeting. Besides, have you should hear what I have for the full song.”

She tried to move to her desk, but Jungkook’s arms tightened around her waist. Hoseok brought her laptop over.

“I haven’t written it down or recorded it yet,” she began as she looked through her files, “but here’s what the bridge is going to be.”

She took a deep breath and pressed play before singing along to her instrumental.

“But still, maybe I can be a bright light in this world. Maybe after all of that pain I can shortly shine a light. So I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t fall asleep peacefully for a single night because maybe if I keep trying to get up like this, I will find myself.”

She pressed pause again and looked at her members while tugging on the ends of her hair. She stopped chewing at her bottom lip enough to ask them how it was.

Yoongi pressed a kiss to her forehead while Namjoon smiled at her. “I’m proud of you, Princess.”

“You’re already a light to us.”

It was like Seokjin’s words pulled everyone out of their own thoughts. She found herself in the middle of a group hug. She laughed a little.

“I hope you guys didn’t get too worried.”

“Promise me you’ll come to us if these thoughts come to mind again?” Jimin hooked his pinky onto hers.

It was day two of their Berlin concert, and Yoonmi was barely hanging in there.

With the constant flying back and forth for the tour and filming her drama, interviews, school work, and just working on what her next releases may be, she was beyond overworked. Surprisingly, she had been able to hide that from the members, but they were all stressed out to the point of serious distraction.

It started when she was performing her solo stage right after Jungkook.

Her head was spinning slightly, and she almost missed her cue to start the first verse. She almost tripped as well if it weren’t for the quick reflexes of one of her dancers.

The spinning got worse, and a headache added on to it as the concert progressed.

After Run, she rushed backstage, glad that she had time to rest before going back on for DNA and the medley.

The moment she got off stage, though, her vision went black.

Hoseok turned around to check on all six of his members to make sure they were all making their way to the dressing room. Namjoon had to rush there first, being the person to perform after Jimin, so he let the leader run past him. His eyes immediately landed on Yoonmi who was breathing heavily, eyes unfocused.

Hoseok made everyone run ahead of him while he went towards her. Right as he was about to ask her if she was okay, she fell right into his arms. Hoseok’s eyes widened when he felt her deadweight on him.

“No, no, no,” he muttered while lolling her head back to check her eyes. She was unconscious. “No, Yoonmi, no!”

He picked her up and ran past the other boys and right for the dressing rooms. He laid her out on the couch and immediately fumbled with her choker to get it off of her. His hands were shaking too much (from exhaustion or worry, he wasn’t sure), so he couldn’t unclasp it. In frustration, he removed her jacket from her body and tried to undo the harnesses around her torso.

“Wake up,” he pleaded while unbuckling the leather straps.

Jungkook arrived first, charging forward to see her unresponsive on the couch. He looked on in worry at first until Taehyung went forward to help Hoseok get rid of her harness. Jungkook’s hands immediately went to her choker to get it off of her neck. He made to pull her shirt off, but he looked around the room, eyes narrowed.

“Male staff, out,” he growled Namjoon exited his changing area.

When no one moved, Jungkook began glaring. Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi moved to form a barrier between most the staff and Yoonmi while Namjoon spoke.

“Out of respect for our member, all male staff will leave this room,” he said in an eerily calm tone that sounded somewhat threatening.

The male staff left, so Seokjin turned around and pulled Yoonmi’s shirt off over her head. He silently thanked god she wore a more covered up bra underneath. Their stylists came in with a pack of ice and a bunch of battery powered fans.

“Put this on the back of her neck,” the one closest to Jungkook said as she handed him the ice pack.

Jungkook did as he was told.

“She’s not going on for DNA or the medley,” Namjoon tomd one of the female stage directors who walked in. She nodded and repeated the statement to her walkie talkie before turning back to the leader.

“You’re needed on standby, RM-ssi.”

Namjoon looked worriedly at Yoonmi before meeting eyes with Yoongi who nodded at him.

“Yoongi hyung is in charge of Yoonmi,” Namjoon told the staff before rushing to his standby position.

“Hyung, she’s not showing any signs of waking up,” Hoseok told Yoongi worriedly. “She’d usually be stirring by now.”

“The longest she’s stayed out is eight minutes.” Yoongi reassured them. “She’ll be up by the time Jimin gets here.”

That’s where Yoongi was wrong. While the boys each took turns changing, Yoonmi still didn’t wake up. By the time Jimin’s stage ended, Jungkook was pacing, and Taehyung was gripping her hand tighter than he should have been. When Jimin rushed in worriedly, Seokjin headed out to call a medic.

“She’s still out,” Jimin rushed forward. “Why is she still out? I heard you guys through my in-ears, and she was out since the VCR. She hasn’t passed out for this long before!”

“Jimin, stop panicking, and get dressed,” Yoongi instructed the younger. “I know you’re worried, but we have a concert to do.”

Jimin was practically forced into his changing area by one of the stylists present in the room.

“What are we supposed to do?” Jungkook asked. “We’re supposed to be on stage in less than three minutes. Why is she still out? I need to see her awake before we go back.”

Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged a look. Did they not notice how stressed she was? When was the last time they saw her sleep? Or eat, for that matter? Yoongi cursed himself under his breath for not noticing any sooner.

“I’ve got her,” Seokjin walked in with a medic in tow. “She’s never been out for this long before. What’s wrong with her?”

The medic rushed forward and placed her fingers on Yoonmi’s pulse. She frowned. She then opened Yoonmi’s eyes to inspect them. “Her heart rate is a lot faster than it should be, but it looks like there isn’t enough blood in her. She has mild iron deficiency, yes?”

Jungkook cursed as he remembered seeing her unopened bottle in her hotel room. “She hasn’t been taking her supplements.”

“That explains it,” the medic brought out her walkie talkie and spoke into it. “I need a blood test here. Bring something sweet in case she wakes up.”

“In case?” Jungkook’s head snapped towards the medic. “In case as in if? Are you saying she could stay passed out for a long time?”

“BTS on standby!”

Hoseok looked towards the staff who called them. They had to be on standby for DNA, but Yoonmi still hasn’t woken up.

“She’ll wake up,” the medic reassured them. “I’ll handle her. You kids go do your concert.”

Just as Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were about to start protesting, Eunhae stepped into the room. She gave them a comforting look.

“I’ll look after her. You guys go, you’ll hear it in your in-ears when she wakes up.”

Yoongi smiled at her, grateful to have someone Yoonmi had known for almost as long as them to watch over her.

“Noona,” Jimin clung to her arm, “please make sure she wakes up.”

“We’ll see what we can do,” she told him before looking at all seven of them. “Now, go! The fans will be way more worried if all of you don’t show up.”

None of the boys wanted to leave at first. Their stylists and Eunhae had to practically push them all out of the waiting room. They let Yoongi stay behind to talk to Eunhae and the medic, though.

“Take care of her, please,” was all he said before kissing Yoonmi’s forehead and following the members.

Hoseok was leading everyone to the stage. “As worried as we all are, try and stay focused. Don’t worry the fans.”

There was a commotion backstage, and someone left the in-ear receptors on for the boys to hear.

There wad an obvious moment in the middle of the Fake Love when the fans all noticed the way the boys seemed to pause in their steps and look at each other despite being in the middle of dancing. Though the fans didn’t know what was going on, the boys could hear everything clearly.

Yoonmi was awake, and she wanted to go on stage.

The moment Fake Love ended, the first person to reach Yoonmi was Jimin. He saw her sitting up on the couch and glaring at the staff who were keeping her there. She was clutching her Dior shirt as if someone would take it away if she loosened her grip.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked while settling on the couch beside her and gathering her into his arms. “Who am I kidding? Of course you aren’t! You’ve been out for practically 9 songs.”

“I’m fine,” she reassured the boys. “I can go on stage.”

“Go on stage, are you crazy?” Jungkook scoffed. “You missed your supplements, and who knows if you slept last night. You really think we’re going to let you back on stage in this state?”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon said warningly.

“I’m not a porcelain doll!” Yoonmi threw her hands up in frustration and walked into her changing station.

“Yoonmi-ah, your health is a priority,” Jimin called to her through the curtain.

“You aren’t getting dressed for stage,” Jungkook added.

There was a laugh from inside the curtain. “What are you gonna do? Open the curtain and expose me so I don’t change?”

“I kid you not, I will do it.”

It took Taehyung and Hoseok to hold Jungkook back from her curtain while Namjoon moved to stand next to it.

“Hey, princess. You know we’re just worried, right? You haven’t ever fainted for this long, so we just want to make sure you’re well rested and at the top of your game.”

Yoonmi sighed. She knew they were worried, but it wasn’t like this has never happened to her before. She just wanted to get back on stage. She knew ARMYs would be worried for sure, and she knew that she’d be able to go through it all without much of a struggle. She finished fastening the harnesses around her waist and thighs before exiting

“I’ll be fine,” she reassured them. “I’ve had my fill of food, the medic unnie gave me my supplements, and I’m not feeling that nauseous. Just trust me on this, please. I want to perform.”

Namjoon carefully pressed two fingers to her pulse. It was back to normal. She didn’t look pale, either.

“Did you eat anything?”

“Eunhae unnie packed kimbap earlier, luckily.” She approached Hoseok and wrapped her arms around his waist. He had been silent the whole time. “Oppa, I’m sorry for passing out on you.”

Hoseok pulled her close to him. She could feel his relief when her grip wasn’t weak like it was earlier before she fainted. He kissed the top of her head before resting his cheek on her.

“Never do that again, okay?”

She kept silent, unsure if she’d be able to keep that promise if she made it. She glanced up at the other four who were staring at her. Well, two. Namjoon was talking to the medic, and Jungkook was glaring at the ground.

“Boys, you have to get dressed for Truth Untold,” a staff called in. “Once Jin’s done with first chorus, we need you on standby. Suga’s almost done with his stage.”

Taehyung ruffled her hair as he walked past her. He got Hoseok to let go of her so he could help her into her jacket before getting dressed.

Jimin kissed her cheek. “I don’t like seeing you like that.”

“I’m sorry.”

She turned to Jungkook, but he silently moved past her and into his changing station. She frowned and looked at Hoseok who shrugged. Slightly worried, she sunk into Hoseok’s side.

She knew Jungkook was worried. Hell, she spent most of her time with him during their tour, of course he’d be mad at her. He was the one who hovered over her the most for the past few weeks, and she always laughed it off.

When Jungkook got out of the curtains, he didn’t even glance at her. He went straight to fixing his in-ears and mic pack. She felt Hoseok lightly nudge the small of her back. He nodded his head in Jungkook’s direction.

She cautiously approached him and took his in-ears from his hand. She stood behind him and silently slipped it up the back of his shirt before securing the mic pack on his belt. Jungkook didn’t push her away, so that was a good sign.

She moved in front of him to adjust them on his ears before proceeding to fix his shirt. She hugged his torso when she finished, relaxing when Jungkook returned the hug.

“You didn’t listen to me,” he lightly scolded. “This is why I’ve been nagging you the whole tour. You know I don’t nag people.”

“I’m sorry.”

Jungkook’s grip tightened. “I was terrified. You were never out for that long. I don’t want that to happen again.”

“I’ll be fine,” she told him. She tried to lean back a little to look up at him, but Jungkook’s hold was too tight for her to do that. “I’ve got my energy back. You know me, oppa. I’m a fighter.”

“Stubborn’s the word,” Jungkook snorted into her hair. “Are you absolutely sure you can go on stage? 100 percent sure? Tear and Mic Drop are intense.”

“I’m sure,” she nodded.

“She won’t be dancing during Mic Drop,” Namjoon cut into their little moment. He had approached them after speaking to the medic and a few of the stage directors. “Sorry, Yoonmi, but you’re getting a seat for Mic Drop. It’ll be there from Tear just in case you get dizzy, but the medic says you’ll be fine as long as there isn’t too much dancing.”

Yoonmi smiled and looked up at Jungkook. “You hear that? I’m good to go.”

“Vocal line on standby!”

Jimin headed out the door first, making sure to give Yoonmi another cheek kiss.

“Take it easy,” Taehyung warned her as he pinched her cheek on the way out.

Jungkook hesitated to let go of her. She gave him another hug then went to kiss his cheek. She pushed him out the door right after that.

“Go! I’ll be fine!”

She settled herself back into the couch next to Hoseok who had changed into his Dior outfit as well. He was silently feeding her the little chocolates they had in the room with them. As much as she was getting sick of it, she ate them knowing it reassured Hoseok that she had something in her stomach and a good sugar level in her.

“I hope you know the maknae line isn’t letting go of you for encore today.”

Yoonmi was confused.

It started the moment she woke up. For some strange reason, Jimin had laid out a short white dress and some heels for her to wear to their rehearsals. She slipped them on with slight hesitation, layering some thermal stockings and safety shorts under them. As much as she didn’t like wearing dresses, it was tradition for her to wear whatever is given to her when Jimin picks her clothes.

Next, she noticed all the glances. As oblivious as she was at times, Yoonmi could tell when other people paid her more attention than they should. There were sly smiles and excited glances which, when she asked him about it, Namjoon shrugged off as fondness over her wearing a dress to rehearsal despite her preferring shorts or even skirts rather than dresses.

And then rehearsals for Airplane Pt.2 started. Well, barely. Right before it reached her part, the lights all over the dome turned off. She jumped in surprise and nearly fell backwards when a spotlight pointed directly at her. Jungkook quickly caught her.

“Woah, what’s going on?” Her eyes were wide as she looked around for any sign of the other members or even the staff.

“Hey, everything’s okay,” He reassured her as well as he could before pointing off to the wings of the stage. “Look over there, birthday girl.”

“Birthday girl? What— Oh. Ooooh!”

Just as she remembered the current date, a familiar song started playing through the speakers, making her laugh. Seven voices started singing her a happy birthday, and a cake was pushed onto stage.

Jungkook pulled her over to the others and smiled before moving to stand behind the cart. She looked at them strangely while pointing at the candles.

“They aren’t lit?”

“We have a little surprise for you, first,” Namjoon smiled at her. “We did a little bit of research, and turning 18 in international age looks pretty big in the Philippines.”

“Well, yeah, girls usually have huge parties where they put on gigantic dresses and...” She trailed off before gasping. “Please don’t tell me you did that? Now’s not the time to take the princess thing seriously.”

Yoongi chuckled. “No, don’t worry. We got a few other traditions instead.”

“So this is why you told me to wear a dress!” She looked at Jimin accusingly. He just shrugged at her and boooed her nose.

“We kinda divided those 18th birthday traditions amongst ourselves, though, so you won’t be getting 18 of everything.” Hoseok’s laugh rang through her ears. That’s when she noticed that he was holding a little star-shaped candle. So were Taehyung and Namjoon. Jungkook and Seokjin were holding roses while Yoongi and Jimin presented her the cake.

“We’re gonna start off with some wishes for you before you blow out the candles.” Jimin walked up to the three holding the small shinmery star candles and lit them up.

“I guess I’m going first,” Namjoon laughed, “because, well, you’ve known me the longest. I just want to say that you’ve grown up really well, and I’m proud because you’re finding yourself. Even if you find it hard, you’re finding yourself in your music, hobbies, friends, family, and just in general. My only wish is that you learn to love yourself more.”

Namjoon bent down to blow the candle with her. Yoonmi proceeded to wrap her arms around his middle. “I’ll try, but no promises.”

“My turn,” Taehyung pulled Yoonmi so her back was to his chest. He nuzzled his cheek to the too if her head which made her laugh. “My aegi, your mind is an interesting thing. You appreciate things differently, and you always find the good in everything and everyone. While I hope you don’t change, I also hope you understand that there are some people or things that can be dangerous. My wish is for you to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t put yourself in harm’s way, whether it be physical, mental, or emotional.”

She nodded and blew the candle. Taehyung pressed a kiss to the too of her head before passing her to Hoseok.

“Hey, Yoon-ah.” Hoseok ruffled her hair with a large grin on his face. “My little prodigy. I met you when you were just until my waist, so to see you like this... Especially after watching you work so hard to better yourself in everything that matters to you. Yoonmi, as much as you say we inspire you, you inspire us to better ourselves, too. You work hard all the time, so I wish you never lose this passion, or, if you do, that you find yourself back as soon as possible.”

“Stop, I might actually cry,” she laughed just before blowing out Hoseok’s candle. When she turned to everyone else, the candles on her cake were lit.

“We’re breaking tradition,” Jimin grinned.

Yoongi lifted a tab from the top of the cake. “You can pull this after blowing the candles out.”

She gave them a skeptical look but blew out the eighteen fifteen other star candles then tugged a little at the tab. It took a little more force to pull it out, but her jaw dropped when she pulled it out.

“You put money in the cake?”

“In our defense, we put it in an envelope and then in a ziplock.” Yoongi handed her a tissue

to wipe the cream of the ziplock. “That’s ₩180,000.”

She grinned at the two elders and gave them cheek kisses in thanks. Then she found herself being pulled away to center stage by Jungkook who handed her a bouquet of nine roses. He held one of her hands in his then placed her free hand on his shoulder and his on her waist. “We should have hired your boyfriend’s group so you could get 18 dances.”

“The older ones are scary.” Her tone was already joking, but she broke out into a laugh when the song started playing. “Of all the songs to dance to, you choose to play the first of mine that they published?”

“Hey, Just One Day is a nice song!” Jungkook lightly thumped her forehead. “Besides, it was Jin hyung’s idea. This whole thing was his idea, actually.”

She smiled at that. Of course he was the one behind this. He was the one who always did little things to learn more about Yoonmi’s heritage. He has all the Korean things down, so he spent time to learn Filipino cooking, traditions, and sayings among other things. She looked towards him with a grateful look before widening her eyes and leaning forward to hide her face in Jungkook’s chest.

“They’re taking videos!”

She could feel his torso shaking with his laughter. “Typical hyungs. Come on, say cheese!”

She shyly waved at the other members who were cooing at the two maknaes and calling their attention as if they were babies. Seokjin walked over and offered her his bouquet holding the nine other roses. With the elegance she was raised to project, she curtsied and took the bouquet, handing both to Jungkook so she could dance with Seokjin with more ease.

She let her eldest member guide her arms to the way they were placed with Jungkook earlier, and began swaying.

“Thank you.”

He tilted his head at her. “For what? We barely even started dancing.”

“For everything,” she began by nodding towards the other members. “Planning this surprise, looking into the side of me that you aren’t familiar with, trying to integrate my other home into ours, everything. Thank you.”

“Yah, it was nothing.” His red ears told a different story from the nonchalant vibe he was trying to put off. She giggled and used the hand on his shoulder to poke his ear.

“You’re flustered, oppa.”

“Well you try standing still and being cool while the cutest dongsaeng you’ve raised for the past eight or nine years says something that heartfelt!”

She laughed at him before just wrapping her arms around his neck. Seokjin just ended up rocking them side to side, lifting her off the ground just a lot little so that he wasn’t slouching.

“I know you’re an adult there and about to be an adult here, but don’t grow up too fast, okay?” His voice was hushed so no one could hear it but her. “Stay this youthful.”

“No guarantees.”

It happens at least once in every idol’s life, so Yoonmi knew to prepare for it, but she never expected her wardrobe malfunction to happen in the middle of MAMA.

She didn’t know how, but the clear straps holding up the neckline of her top snapped. She frowned. The zipper felt undone as well. She reached a hand behind her back to hold her shirt together while doing her solo part with Jungkook. They made eye contact, and he saw the panic in her eyes.

Jungkook looked at her shirt. He knew the only thing under that was a lace bralette she had for texture in her outfit that, despite other artists having wore more revealing, Jungkook didn’t want Yoonmi to be left to perform in. He knew about all the sexual predators online that made rude comments about the 18-year-old.

As they transitioned to the next part of the song, Jungkook swiftly took his blazer off and passed it to her, leaving him in his silk shirt. She skillfully slipped one sleeve off, slid her arm through one of the blazer’s sleeves, then took off the rest of the broken top and threw it behind them to fully wear the blazer. It didn’t close, but it did help cover her up a lot more. She silently thanked god and her stylists for putting her in a bralette with a thicker band rather than leaving her in a normal bra.

She accidentally made eye contact with Seokjin as she threw her top to the back. He glanced down and saw her in her inner clothes and Jungkook’s blazer. He did a quick ok sign with his hand to ask if she was good, and she nodded and shifted her gaze to Jungkook for a quick second to tell him Jungkook helped her.

The moment the VCR started after Fake Love, Jimin tugged the sides of Jungkook’s blazer together and led her off stage, making sure fancams couldn’t see her. After checking if their mics were off, Namjoon called out to the staff.

“Get Miya a shirt, please,” he shouted.

“She’ll be fine,” one of the MAMA staff called out, “just get her the next jacket.”

“Listen here,” Taehyung practically growled at the staff member. “Performing in low rise jeans and a lace bra is not comfortable for her. The VCR is long enough for Namjoon hyung to do a whole body change, so you will let my little sister put on a shirt.”

“She wore a bra last MAMA,” the man raised an eyebrow his eyes.

“She was comfortable in that because her bottoms were high waisted and it was a sports bra,” Hoseok frowned, “and it actually covered more than half her torso rather than just her breasts.”

“Oppa, stop,” she tried to stop them from getting any more frustrated.

“She’s a female idol,” the staff argued back. “It’s natural to dress like this. The male fans will love it, and your popularity could surge.”

Yoongi came, tightening Jimin’s grip on the front of her blazer.

“She is a minor, and I will not have you dehumanize her to something men can ogle at for pleasure,” Yoongi spoke up. Yoonmi hid her face in Jimin’s chest. She didn’t like hearing this. “We can and will sue you for sexual harassment.”

“Mimi, come here,” she heard Jungkook’s voice. She looked over to find him in his new jacket, a top and her own jacket in his hands. Seokjin stood on his side, ready to hold up his previous jacket to block her while she changed. Jungkook and Seokjin had run to their stylist themselves and got her a shirt.

Jimin brought her over and did the same as Seokjin. She could vaguely hear Namjoon and Yoongi chewing out the rude staff member while Jungkook helped remove the blazer from her and slipped the shirt over her head.

“Hey,” Jimin smiled at her, “It’s fine, okay? It’s not your fault they’re mad.”

“I don’t like seeing them mad,” she mumbled.

“They’re defending you from that pervert.”

“Pervert?” Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. Seokjin’s head whipped around to look at the mentioned staff.

“I think Namjoon and Yoongi are handling him pretty well,” Seokjin noted once he saw the man’s slightly terrified face.

“Don’t be angry,” she went on her toes and kissed Jungkook’s cheek, “thanks for helping me, by the way.”

“Of course,” his eyes softened when he looked at her. “No way am I letting you perform when I know you’re uncomfortable.”

“Ten seconds,” a female staff called out.

They got into position on the stage lifts where she was going to be lifted with Taehyung. He checked her over while she adjusted the silver jacket on top of her shirt.

She gave him a smile. “Thank you.”

Taehyung smiled at her and threw an arm around her. “Anytime, aegi.”

seokjin and yoonmi = physical touch and acts of service

seokjin and yoonmi cook for each other all the time

he helps teach her both studies and life stuff

he likes taking care of her and making sure she’s okay

meanwhile she tries to do things for him to lighten his load

there’s also the constant back hugs and smothering bc she’s tiny and he’s hella broad

they both have physical touch, so like there wasn’t much changes needed

yoongi and yoonmi = quality time

yoonmi was intimidated by yoongi at first, so she was very hesitant to be touchy with him

he tried to get her used to him by kinda just being in the room with her

and somehow that’s how they’re most comfortable?

they sit in silence a lot, whether it be watching a movie, doing their own thing, or cuddling

you can tell when one person’s mad if they leave the room when the other person comes in (very rare occasion though)

anyways, yoongi loves spending time with his princess and yoonmi loves spending time with her yoongi oppa

hoseok and yoonmi = physical touch, words of affirmation

these two are very touchy ngl

hobi especially loves squishing her cheeks or just keeping her in his lap or between his legs if they’re on the floor

but words of affirmation are like a huge need in their dynamic

hobi was her dance teacher, and she always looked for his guidance

it translated into daily life like when she works on music or literally anything else he may seem interested in

also he loves when she says things like how she loves that he’s her oppa and stuff like that... makes him feel giddy

namjoon and yoonmi = words of affirmation

namjoon isn’t that physically affectionate which is why yoonmi treasures his forehead kisses a lot

but he’s her leader first and foremost. she looks for his approval and always wants to make him proud

she lives for his praises, and she will just break into a different type of smile when he does

namjoon also needs to hear he’s doing a good job and that people are proud of him every now and then

to hear it from the kid he helped raise is probably the most satisfying thing in the world

yoonmi knows he feels that way, so she always makes sure to praise him

jimin and yoonmi = acts of service, giving gifts, physical touch

jimin started with giving her little snacks or trinkets back when they were trainees

eventually that escalated to him spoiling her with gucci or ysl or other high end things bc she never buys stuff like that for herself

she also does this thing where she makes little handmade stuff for him, and jimin keeps them all in one place

as for acts of service, jimin does things like stay behind to practice with her or study stuff to understand her better

meanwhile she always makes sure he’s well rested and in a pretty okay state before doing anything too straining

it’s not outright, but it’s more of subtle ways of helping each other

taehyung and yoonmi = quality time, acts of service

taehyung the moment he laid his eyes on yoonmi decided he was gonna take care of her

very similar to jin, he’d baby her and help her with things like fixing her uniform or clothes, making sure she’s well-frd and rested, stuff like that was like his forte when it came to her

yoonmi does the same for him but subtly mostly by helping him with his music and, funilly enough, with fixing his closet back at the dorm

as time passed by, tae was less overbearing and more comfortable with just spending time with her

he takes her to museums and they just walk around together admiring the art without a word

sometimes yoonmi wven sneaks into his room to work while he’s drawing or just on his phone

jungkook and yoonmi = physical touch, quality time

jungkook and yoonmi are very touchy, and that’s why (before markmi was public) bo one would have been surprised if they were a thing

they playfight a lot, and jungkook just has this habit of either throwing her over his shoulder or just carrying her around

then of course there’s the fact that yoonmi loves jungkook’s cuddles and will constantly look for her best friend just for hugs ... but like it started with quality time back in predebut era

these two are lowkey very individual? like they like doing their own thing but with the other in the room (which is why they were always roommates before their dorm was big enough to have their own room, but sleep overs are common)

they’re best friends, so the way they care for each other is unspoken. they’re completely content having each other by their side