The 8th Member⇝BTS || ✓

Chapter 4 [•]

Please go and like this edit i made for BTS!😊

Edit: please don't it's very bad like eww

~~~* Jihyun's Pov *~~~

We were in our way to the After School Club studio and i was staring outside the window.

Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned and saw Kookie with a camera.

"Jihyun-ah! Say hello to ARMYs!" He said with his bunny smile.

"Annyeong!" I said with a smile while waving.

"We are going to After School Club now! Thanks to you! Kamsamnida!(thank you) Saranghae!!" I said and did the Korean heart with my fingers.

And with that Jungkook turned to Jimin and let him talk to ARMYs too.

'What should I do now?..... ah! Let's open my Twitter to see what ARMYs have to say about the pic of my bare face that I posted yesterday...'

I opened my Twitter and saw i had less than 30 re-tweets.... and about 30 likes.... and about 200 of hate comments.

Yeah..... I'm the least loved member of the group and it seems like my bare face isn't good enough for these people.

I started reading some of the comments.

'Ew! You are SOOO ugly! Why can't you be like you hyung Jungkook? He is just perfect!'

'Why did you have to send us nightmares with THAT face?!'

'Oppa! Don't listen to them you are just right! You are handsome and talented and perfect! Do not listen to them!❤'

This comment made me smile.

'Why the f**k Do you have to be in BTS? You ruin their image!'

'F**k you and your ugly face!'

'Ewww! Does anyone have a bucket for me to vomit into?!😷'

'Why can't you be as handsome as your hyungs?!?'

'Please do the world a favour and go and kill yourself!!'

That comment hit me hard right into the feelings and I started tearing up.

I started blinking my eyes fast to prevent the tears from falling. I looked outside our van's window.

I felt a tear escaping so I quickly wiped it away. I started rubbing my eyes with my hands to prevent the tears from falling down my cheeks.

"Jihyun everything alright back there?" I turned my head and saw Namjoon looking at me.

Our van has three rows of seats.
Seokjin hyung is sitting with Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung at the first row. Then it's Hoseok hyung with Jimin hyung and Jungkook hyung and Taehyung hyung is usually sitting besides me but today was at the passenger's seat.
So I'm alone at the third row at the very back.

I nodded at him unable to talk afraid my voice might crack.

"Okay if you want to there's a free seat next to Jungkook Okay?" He said with a warm smile but a worried expression.

I nodded again.

Every row has four seats but we prefer to seat three people at every row.

I turned towards the window again.

'Its not the first time I get this kind of comments and it's not the first time I hide how hurt I am from the fans. So why now? Why does it have to affect me this much now before our show?
Jihyun calm the f**k down right now and be cheerful again!'

I thought to myself.

"I can do It!" I murmured to myself and inhaled.

"You can do What?" Jungkook asked as he was pointing at me with his camera again.

"I can talk about myself something that was hard for me until today!" I said with a smile.

"Oh and to all of you ARMYs don't worry! I'll stop posting on our Twitter and won't pollute the world and your eyes with my face anymore! I'm sorry I made you want to vomit by looking at my bare, non-make up, face! Joesonghabnida! (Sorry)" I said and bowed my head.

Jungkook stared at me with wide eyes.
He stopped filming and looked at me.

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!?!" He almost yelled.

"You see I.... *sigh*.... forget it it's nothing. ARMYs know what that meant...."

"Hey why are you yelling back there?!" Namjoon asked us.

"Jihyun said he will delete his Twitter to stop "polluting" the world with his face!" Jungkook turned to the front and told the older hyungs.

I looked down and tried to hide my face from the others who were looking at me. I could feel their confused and worried stares on me.

"Jihyun what do you mean by t-" Seokjin started but the driver told us we reached our destination.

I quickly opened the door and was about to step outside when a guard stopped me.

"Wait there are fans here!" He said and tried to hold me back.

"I dont have fans anyway..." I said and walked away towards the building.

All the fans stepped away from the van and started making disgusted faces.

Everyone started making displeased sounds and sending hate comments towards my appearance and all.

Only two or three fans actually fangirled and felt happy.

"Jihyun oppa! Can you please sign this?!" One of them asked.

"Sure!" I said as I did and hugged each one of them.

Then i walked inside the building.

Not long after the rest came in and saw me on my phone once again. I was deleting my pics.

"Jihyun! When did they all start treating you like this?" Namjoon hyung asked me as all of them approached me quickly.

"Since debut... more than 95% of our fans never liked me....I never knew the reason why..." I said shrugging and without looking at them but I wasn't on my phone anymore.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"...." no reply.

They sighed.

"Jihyun! Look at me." Yoongi hyung said.

I ignored him and tried to hold back my tears.

"I said look at me!" He said a bit louder than a whisper.

He grabbed my wrist and with his free hand he made me look at him as a tear left my eye.
He whipped it away with his thumb.

"Did they just make fun of you?"

I nodded unable to talk.

"Are you sure?" He asked his gaze searching through my eyes for the answer.

I sighed as i broke eye contact.

"No I've been getting death threats since last year....."

Sorry for grammatical mistakes misspelled words or missing words.

Word count: 1016

Edit: Y'all I still question myself on how in the world this trash actually reached 140k reads.