fragile ∾ pjm + myg

chapter twenty-six

The light coming through the window was annoying him a bit and making his eyes sting, but even that couldn't make Jimin's mood sour. He blinked, eyes focusing on the woman sitting in a chair directly from the one he was sitting on, the therapist looking at him with a gentle smile on her lips and soft eyes as he finally started paying attention to her again.

"Are you guys finally done with the tour?" it was a different therapist this time. After they came back and Jimin promised to go back, the only thing he asked was to change his therapist; he wanted to start again. It took him two tries to finally find one he felt comfortable with but this was his third appointment with the lady and he was finally starting to feel more relaxed, even if just by a bit.

Jimin sighed tiredly, "Nah, we still have three days of the final concerts to go and a few other schedules. But at least we're getting a break in January so it isn't all that bad, really." the singer shrugged, not really caring about their packed schedules; he was used to it and he had learned how to deal with it. Now, when his thighs didn't burn at every movement and he wasn't staying conscious by pure force of will because of an empty stomach, Jimin could deal with their schedules with more energy then before, even if sometimes he wished they could rest more. It was the job he had chosen, what he had and still is working so hard for, so he gritted his teeth and kept going.

His therapist blinked at him, "How are you feeling today, Jimin?"

"Good," the singer answered, although his voice was still a bit insecure, thinking over his words before actually voicing them, chewing on the inside of his cheek, "Stressed, in a way, about a few of our next schedules, but I've been feeling quite good lately. Trying to keep myself in a positive mindset even if it's still a bit difficult, I guess."

The woman nodded, a satisfied smile on her lips as she started asking about his daily routine and how he dealt with it and if he was satisfied with it. Jimin still wasn't used to this, talking about his feelings and problems with someone he barely knew; but slowly, he was being able to open himself more, even if it was still hard and uncomfortable most of the time, he was still doing it. Still trying, just like he promised to everyone. Just like he promised himself.

As soon as he got home after two hours of his vocal lessons, all he wanted was to drop dead on his bed and sleep the day of, happily knowing he didn't have any schedules for the rest of the day; he was too mentally exhausted to do anything other than rest right now. Opening up was hard and always left him feeling tired afterwards, even if in the long run it made him feel a bit better. But Jimin knew that if he lied down now he wouldn't get up again until the next morning, and he really needed a shower, having gone to the appointment right after dance practice with no time to wash himself.

The singer brought his shirt up to his nose, sniffling it and groaning as the smell of sweat filled his nostrils, frowning as he dropped his bag by the door of his room and went straight to the bathroom, already pulling his shirt up his head; honestly not caring if there was someone else in the apartment. He knew both Jin and Taehyung had vocal lessons in the afternoon and Jeongguk probably on his brand new studio. He had no idea where the rapper line was and he truthfully didn't really care at the moment.

All he really wanted to was to fill that bathtub with water till the brink and throw the first bath bomb he found there and just let his body relax, sore muscles finally being able to rest. Everything hurt; throat uncomfortable aching every time he swallowed. Jimin sighed, he had pushed himself too much at practice and now he had to deal with the consequences of it. He sighed, closing the door behind him and stripping himself of the rest of his clothes, turning the faucet on so that he could start filling the bathtub; the bathroom was cold and he shivered, goosebumps raising on his skin as he searched for one of his favourite bath bombs on the cabinet above the sink. The singer was still getting used to the different layout of the new apartment, but at least they had a bigger bathtub now.