BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017

Chapter 7- Wings: You Never Walk Alone Concert

*Forgot this chapter (this happens before the blackmail chapter)

February 18th, 2017:

It was the day of the concert. We were all dressed in our first outfits for the show. We had matching light blue jackets with thin silver highlights throughout. However, unlike the boys, I was in black shorts and a loose, V-neck t-shirt. I also had black boots with next to no heel thankfully. My hair was down and slightly wavy. I had added a few fake silver highlights to my hair for the concert to not look too similar to Namjoon, despite my mauve being lighter than his. I had several silver necklaces, rings, and earrings as accessories. My makeup was very light to not stand out too much from the boys.

"Just do as we prepared. Just as usual, okay?" Namjoon said as we did the run-down for the concert before going under the stage, "It's everyday life for us. We prepared the concert while appearing on TV. Don't consider this as just one other day. People gathered after a lot of work, so we must show them something good. Let's not disappoint, okay?"

"Okay!" Taehyung and Jungkook shouted excitedly.

"Yes," Jimin nodded.

We all came together, putting our hands in.

"Bangtan, Bangtan!" Namjoon shouted. "Bang Bangtan!" we all finished.

We then all made our way to the stage. I could hear ARMY shouting, getting my adrenaline going. I'm handed my microphone before I go on the platform that would rise with us on it. The boys all had wired microphones that went around the back of their necks, but I really didn't like those microphones. I felt it was uncomfortable, especially with my hair long hair moving about. So instead, I stuck to the handheld microphone.

As we performed Not Today as our opening song, I could hear the fans' cheers and screams even through my in-ear. I kept my in-ear quite loud so the screams didn't drown out the song, but it was still loud enough for me to realise.

We had just finished Dope when we rushed backstage. There were three solo performances next, so I had the time to catch my breath and change in much less of a hurry than the others. I go to my changing room and the stylists and makeup artist in charge of me began to work. We had ensured that these were the only people that would work on me so I wouldn't get overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Two songs down and I was once more backstage, but this time I was on much more of a time crunch. I rush to my changing room which was farther away from the boys' as usual.

"Oh, f*ck this," I mutter, taking my shirt off a bit before I got to the privacy of my cubicle knowing I had very little time. It wasn't like I was nude underneath anyways. A white sports bra was just like a cropped top really.

Just as I got in, I quickly threw off my shoes and took off my pants while the stylists got the dress for the performance over my head. I then quickly sat down as the hair stylist added my silver clips and the makeup artist put a bit more of a somber make-up look on my face.

"Y/N!" a staff shouted from the corridor.

I stood up as the makeup artist kept up with me as I jogged slightly, still in the slides I had been given when I took off my shoes. A stylist behind me held my heels as well as the train of my dress to stop me from tripping on it. I got to the lift with my throne just as Namjoon was finishing his song. I sat down, the stylist dramatically laying the train of my dress around me as I caught my breath. I ran through a few quick vocal exercises as Namjoon came down the stage, running past me to change. I took a deep breath as I was lifted up to loud cheers. The direction I had taken for this performance was daring. Adding fifteen seconds of silence was risky. Would fans just cheer and not be silent and reflect as we hoped? Would they get bored with the simplicity? All I could do was hope for the best.