The next member to follow after him is none other but their leader, Kim-Namjoon. He drags his feet as he slumps against the couch, yawning loudly as he scrolls absentmindedly through his phone.
Jimin recognizes someone else in the room but doesn't have enough energy to greet them like he normally would. instead, he curls into a fetal position and hugs his feeble knees. The action makes him look much smaller than intended.
Soon after the other member start to fill the room and soft conversations emerge. Jimin doesn't pay them any mind and instead closes his tired eyes and lays his head gently on the shoulder of the person next to him, and he could tell it was the oldest of the group.
he fights to keeps himself from drifting off, but the days he hasn't sleep has caught up to him and he inevitably falls into the darkness.
Jin doesn't say anything, looking down at the younger with concerned eyes. He can see the way his body looks like it gave up. his bones are protruding out of his skin and his exhausted figure could be seen by everyone. He could just be overthinking it, but he couldn't help but ponder on the younger.
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"Jimin."
"Jimin, we have to go."
A flick to the forehead jolts him awake in an instant, his eyes snapping to his best friend.
"Tae, I swear to God."
Jimin sighs out as he rubs his forehead with his hand. he's no longer on Jin's shoulder but Taehyungs. He lifts his head up like it's made of bricks and squints as it pounds harshly.
Taehyung notices and grabs a bottle of medicine from the kitchen, swiftly handing him a couple. Jimin says nothing as he grabs it and pops them in his mouth gratefully.
" Wanna Keep the bottle on you? we're practicing the dance today."
Jimin quickly turns him down with a wave of his hand, though his head is killing him he'd rather die than show everyone he's having trouble with something, even if it is a mere headache.
Taehyung's eyebrows furrow as he voices his concern, "Jimin if you're in pain you should just take it with you for later, just in case it comes back."
"Tae I'll be fine it's just a headache anyways." he exclaims as he starts moving towards the front door, Tae following close behind. Tae informs him on the way that the other members just left before he woke up.
And Jimin finds himself in his mind once again, God can you not mess up for a single second.
He finds himself growing more frustrated as they walk,
I need to focus; I won't let myself become dead weight.
They reach the clear double doors in what seems like seconds, but in all honesty Jimin was too dazed to perceive things clearly, he's glad he has Tae beside him.
Greetings fill the room as the pair join them to do their stretches as per usual.
The background music the instructor plays drowns out all the thoughts in Jimin's head. The negative and the positive as he closes his eyes, and lets the music fill his mind.
And for the first time in a long while, Jimin's mind is quiet. There's no screaming or insults.
nothing.
He almost cries out from the relief of it all. The relief of his members who are right beside him, the relief of the music filling his ears. Jimin feels at peace. and he embraces every bit he can before it comes back.
"Positions everyone, we start from beginning to end." Their instructors firm voice exclaims, as he stands at the far end of the room.
"I need you" It involves lots of head movement, our only goal is not vomiting or passing out by the end of it.
I lay in my position beside Rm and try my best to ignore the racing thoughts in my head.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
And the music starts to play.
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As the song comes to a close, Jimin rests his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. He shouldn't be taking this long to recover from that, he feels so drained.
How long has it been since he's eaten? He can't remember.
Squinting his eyes close, he can't quite seem to get enough oxygen in. The world is spinning, and he can't catch his balance.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe. What's happening?
His ears are muffled to his surroundings and his heart thumps loudly in his ears.
Jimin falls to the ground from his hunched position, his legs moving himself, so he rests against the back wall.
Breathe,
Breathe,
Breathe Jimin.
He can hear people in the room talking but it's too muffled to hear, he can't focus on anything.
Please make it stop. what's happening to me? am I dying?
His hands are trembling as he clutches his sweatshirt for dear life. Tears running down his cheeks and his hair is sticking to his forehead. There is no doubt he looks like a hot mess.
"Jimin?"
He looks up and makes eye contact with the main rapper, Yoongi. He's crouched beside him, holding an iced-over water bottle in his hand. How long has he been there?
"I can't breathe, Hyung I can't breathe." Jimin's voice comes out shaky, his words holding a desperate call for help.
"Jimin listen to my voice, can you hear me?"
Yoongi continues as when he sees a small nod from the boy, he would've missed it if he wasn't so observant.
"Jimin, are you able to hold my hand?"
He musters up enough courage to let go of his sweatshirt and as fast as his trembling hands can, find his members stable ones.
As soon as they make contact, Jimin feels much more stable than before. The relief floods into his heart and spreads through him. More tears come out as he holds his hand weakly.
"You're going to be fine Jimin; I promise." the words soothe his mind a great amount, "Trust Hyung on this."
Jimin does, the amount of trust he has for his Hyung is far greater than anything in the world. So, if he says it'll be okay, Jimin believes him.
Jimin doesn't break any eye contact from Yoongi, he feels like if he closes his eyes he'd die on the spot.
And Yoongi has to take a deep breathe himself from how scared and terrified Jimin looks. His eyes hold so much fear, so much sadness in them. Jimin's hand is gripping his as if he'd lose him forever if he let go.
"Huyngs right here, I'm not going anywhere Jimin. "
And those are the words that Jimin has been longing to hear, the comfort of his Hyung is all he's ever wanted and now he's finally hearing it out loud. Not a dream or an illusion.
"This is real." Jimin's voice is weak and feeble, and it pains Yoongi's heart to see him like this.
"I'm right here" Yoongi confirms. Moving his position Yoongi now sits beside Jimin, and he places an arm around his body holding him as close as he can.
Jimin lays his head on his Hyung's shoulder, his tears dripping onto his shirt; but he couldn't care less. Because he finally had someone, at least for right now; and to Jimin that's enough.
"Can we stay like this for a bit?" the question leaves his tongue before he can even process what he said.
"Always."
After a few moments Jimin suddenly realized the room was completely empty expect from them. Jimin sniffles before he speaks.
"where'd did everyone go?"
" I told Namjoon to get them out of here, looked like you didn't need a thousand eyes staring at you" he speaks so softly to Jimin that more tears brim his eyes. "Don't worry, Jin-hyung's the only other person that saw you."
Jimin releases a breath of relief.
A/N: I rushed this so it's crappy, but I needed to just put something out there. I'll most likely edit this later anyways. for some reasons this feels more like the note's app lol.