They're Not Bullet Proof (BTS x Reader)

~Chapter 6~

A/N I found this group during English and I love them! 

It had been a the worst few months of your life. Your debut was is a month and you couldn't help but stress. After that girl had spilled, all of your training left you incredibly sore. All your group mates could agree. They hadn't been able to catch anymore sleep than you. It was a miracle if you could catch three hours of rest. The amount of makeup it took to cover your eye-bags was devastating. Your group had already released three songs before you debut and they had reached a bit more than one million views in an hour. This was probably the only good news you had received in your group training. Your manager had texted you saying that your song book had to be given to the production team. They would use the lyrics that you had written and help make the newer songs. The last three they had used Alina's notebook as reference and help. The concept was about how life is hard. The first song was about poverty, then the second was about how people care about money rather than our health. The third was about how we are connected with internet but set farther apart by it as well. Your favorite was the first song." Broken" The dance was mostly your idea. These routines were easy-ish. The beginning were simple with a few complicated movements. The songs in your official album were going to have really frustrating routines. The fourth song which all of you were currently working on. Your group and the production team were all stuffed into the small dance studio, discussing your upcoming album and everything else that was related. The burning headache you had was no help.

" Are you feeling well, (Y/N)?" Jasmine asked quietly as she placed the back of her left hand on your forehead.

" Not really, I've had this headache for the last month. It's killing me." You replied in your hoarse voice.

After the meeting with the team, Jasmine left to consult the manager as the rest of you left for your apartment. Alina inserted the key, and opened the door once the click was heard. Taking over your shoes sloppily and placing them on the shoe rack. Walking in Alina claimed the bathroom first. Walking into the kitchen you made a smoothie for the four of you to enjoy. You're put in some fruits, blended them and put them in your separate drinking container.

Each of you had a container. Jasmines' was blue, Alina's was a pastel pink, Jina had a dark green drinking bottle. Yours' was a faded red. Each of the colors you had chosen contrasted greatly with the surroundings we stayed in the most. Alina and Your rooms had a darker scheme than the other two. Resulting in you choosing brighter colors. IT was the opposite for Jasmine and Jina.

As you began pouring the third bottle when Alina left the bathroom. She walked in and sat down at the table. She laid her forehead on the table, while groaning louder. Walking over, you laid her pink container next to her hand.

" Just so you know, I put your bottle next to your hand, so if it falls over it's your fault." After saying this Alina looked up. Her moved her hand to grab hold of the container and laid her head back down on her arm.

Jina was in the shower, you knew because she was mumbling the lyrics the production team had suggested at the meeting. You smiled a little bit as you opened your bedroom door. You were incredibly happy to have different rooms. Other groups would all be living in one bedroom. One bathroom, and a living room. Thankfully your parents were in the country and they helped your manager so she could focus on us, not our living conditions.

Your phone was ringing from your duffel bag that was by the door. Speed walking over to the bag, immediately unzipping the pocket that it was in. Your caller's name surprised you.

Jackson-ssi😎

Pressing the call button, you heard screaming in the background.

" Hello? Jackson-ssi , what's going on over there?"