BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017

Chapter 22- Acting On It

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March 27th, 2017:

We woke up early to get ready for the JBTV show. We rehearsed some more before loading into the vans. Once we got there, we changed and got our makeup done. I was in black shorts and a blouse with a long-bejeweled blazer on top. We decided to keep the heels so that they would help me stand out.

"Wow, you're even prettier in person," the host commented when I came out to the stage with Hoseok behind me.

"Thanks," I smile bowing. He seemed to be one of those elderly people that meant no harm and were ignorant about how demeaning those comments could be, so I just let it slide.

"Okay, let's rehearse once," Hoseok said loudly to get all of our attention once we had all made it to the stage.

It turned out it was wider than we had expected but thinner. There was a platform at the back limiting us length-wise even more.

As we were rehearsing Save Me, when we got to the fast-paced turn-leg-kick-out move, Yoongi planted his foot right on the inside of my knee given how close we were. His kick thrust me to the ground in slight pain at the force he put on my knee and the hit on the ground. Sungdeuk quickly stopped the music and everyone rushed over concerned.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi crouched beside me worried, "I'm really sorry".

"What happened?" Hoseok asked, looking confused and worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I smile through the dissipating pain, "I just need to walk it off".

Taehyung helps me up and I gingerly walk around. It hurt, but nothing that wasn't going to stop soon.

"You're okay?" the female physio comes over to me.

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore," I nod.

"Run for me, just from here to there," she points not believing me, which I didn't exactly blame her given my health track record.

I do as she said. It was a bit sore, but nothing I would describe as painful.

"All good?" she asks again.

"Yup," I nod again as well.

"Okay, let's start this again shall we," I say smiling as I got back up on stage.

"Don't extend fully, the stage is small, okay," Sungdeuk shouts from where he was going to start the music.

"Sorry about that" Yoongi whispers, patting my back quickly. I smile back and get into position.

Three hours later we had successfully been interviewed and performed. I could see the stress lift from the members' shoulders as they walked out of their changing rooms. I had changed back into my white jeans, baby blue hoodie, and white slip-on vans. While I had been anxious to do well, I was usually the member, along with Seokjin, that tried to keep things positive. It was a way for me to try and convince myself to do the same. So while my heart was squeezing anxiously as we performed, I had just told the members we were going to be fine throughout the whole day, I couldn't look like I had chickened out.