He Forgets Your Birthday

he forgets your birthday

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.2k

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You glanced from the television screen to the door of Yoongi’s home studio for the one hundredth time, hoping that he would come out soon. It was your birthday, and although you weren’t expecting anything grand, you were hoping to spend a little bit of time with him.

You decide to make dinner, knowing that he’ll get hungry eventually and have to eat something. Even if he doesn’t come out on his own, if dinner is cooked, you have an excuse to pull him out of his studio, even if it’s just for fifteen minutes.

You’re surprised that Yoongi still hasn’t come out by the time you finish cooking. Usually, whenever he hears you cooking, he’ll either help you out or just keep you company and talk about his recent projects as you cook. You can’t help but wonder what’s so important about his current project; he hasn’t shared any information about it with you nor has he let you hear it.

After standing in front of his studio for a good few minutes, you finally build up the courage to knock on the door. When you’re answered with nothing but silence, you start to get worried. You know his studio is his private space and he doesn’t like people entering without his permission, but you let yourself in anyway. 

You panic for a second when you see his chair is empty, but then you hear the water running in his bathroom. You let out a sigh of relief before you turn your attention towards his current project. Yoongi would kill anyone who laid a hand on his equipment, but you hoped that maybe today you could get away with it since it was your birthday.

You put his headphones on and try to figure out how to start it. Afraid you might ruin something, you don’t dare to touch anything else, you just stare at the screen confused, “How the fuck?” Suddenly, the headphones are ripped off your ears as you’re roughly pulled away from the screen.

Surprised, you stumble back a few steps before regaining your balance. You look up to find Yoongi glaring at you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks coldly. You freeze under his gaze before clearing your throat, trying to explain yourself, “I-I came to call you for dinner but you didn’t answer so I got worried since you’ve been in here all day. And then I got curious-” 

“So you just go and mess with all my stuff? I thought I told you not to touch anything,” he says, his gaze piercing.

You’re frozen in place as he looks at you accusingly. You swallow the lump in your throat before saying, “I’m sorry Yoongi, I just missed you,” you apologize, head hanging low.

“That doesn’t give you permission to touch my stuff,” he says harshly. “Get out.”

“But what about dinner?” you ask worriedly as he pushes you out of his studio. “I’m not hungry,” he answers before quickly shutting the door in your face. You feel hurt as you stand in the hall outside of Yoongi’s studio, staring down at your socks as tears start to form in your eyes.

You know Yoongi can be harsh. You’ve seen it many times before when other people tried to flirt with you, but you weren’t used to being on the receiving end. Not wanting him to hear you cry, although you weren’t sure if he would care right now, you retreat into your shared bedroom. Wrapping the blankets around yourself, you curl up into a small ball and cry into your pillow.

Meanwhile, Yoongi stands in his studio, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He didn’t mean to be so harsh, he just really wanted to surprise you with this new song. He had worked so hard on it and he planned to give it to you for your birthday. Sighing as he flops back into his chair, he gets back to work, wanting to finish the song as soon as possible.

Almost an hour later, Yoongi leans back in his chair, stretching and letting out a yawn. He’s finally finished with the song after working on it for almost three months. Closing all his music producing applications, he checks the time, seeing that it’s 11:42pm; it was later than he expected.

Yoongi has to do a double take when he catches a glimpse of the date and his eyes widen in panic.

Oh shit.

He had been so engrossed in creating your gift that he lost track of time. He thinks about how he treated you earlier and realizes that there’s less than twenty minutes left of your birthday.

Rushing out of his studio to find you, he decides to check the living room first. As he passes the dining table, he feels guilty seeing the untouched dinner you cooked. He quickly rushes to your shared bedroom. Knocking and calling out your name, he lets himself in when you don’t answer.

His heart aches when he hears your small sniffles and hiccups. He makes his way around to your side of the bed and crouches in front of you. He reaches out and softly wipes away your tears, causing you to flinch and open your eyes. You stare at him with wide eyes before sobbing again, “I’m sorry Yoongi, I promise I won’t touch your stuff again.” 

He shakes his head and helps you sit up before pulling you into a warm hug, letting you cry into his shoulder. “You don’t have to apologize darling, it’s okay,” he says while comfortingly rubbing your back. He feels guilty knowing he was the cause of your tears.

Once you’ve calmed down, he pulls away and wipes away the remaining tears on your cheeks. “I’m sorry I was in my studio all day. I kind of lost track of time,” he starts,

“Actually, I wrote a song for you, if you want to hear it.” He says it nonchalantly but you know how much it means to him.

You nod and say, “Of course,” with a small smile, excited to see all his hard work.

He smiles as he takes your hand in his and leads you into his studio. He takes a seat at his desk and pulls you into his lap. You raise an eyebrow at him as he stares at you expectantly. Unsure of what to do or if you’re allowed to touch anything, you remain still.

When you show no signs of moving, he chuckles before grabbing his headphones and gently placing them over your ears. You adjust the headphones as you watch the cursor move around the screen.

He plays the song for you and wraps his arms around your waist tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. You close your eyes and listen as the music flows out of the headphones.

As the song finishes, he lifts his head to face you with a shy smile, waiting for a reaction. You can’t help but smile like an idiot as you stare back at him.

“Do you like it?” He asks with a laugh.

You nod and say, “I love it. I think it might be your best one yet.”

He smiles at you warmly before placing his forehead on yours. “Happy birthday darling,” he whispers, “I love you.”

You close your eyes and whisper back, “I love you too.” Your lips meet his as the last minute of your birthday passes and the clock strikes 12am.

he forgets your birthday

Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 0.9k

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“Hi, it’s Jungkook. I’m busy right now so I’ll probably call you back later.”

You sigh, frustrated as you’re met with Jungkook’s voicemail once again. This was the seventh time you were calling him within an hour and you were starting to grow worried.

At first, you were disappointed that he was late to dinner, but after getting no response, you thought something might be wrong.

You decide to call Namjoon, knowing he’s more responsible with picking up his phone. He answers on the third ring, “Hello?”

“Hey, is Jungkook there?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah, he’s still practicing with Jimin and Hoseok. Do you want to speak to him?” he asks.

You let out a relieved sigh before answering, “It’s alright. He was supposed to be here an hour ago for dinner, I just wanted to make sure he’s okay. Thanks for letting me know,”

Namjoon shakes his head, disappointed in Jungkook, “No problem. Happy Birthday by the way.”

You thank him and say your goodbyes, hanging up to the phone. You were looking forward to spending some time with Jungkook since he’s been so busy lately. You don’t blame him, you know it’s what you signed up for and you fully support him, but you can’t help but feel disappointed that he forgot.

Sadly looking at your homemade dishes that have since grown cold, you start putting them away, having lost your appetite. You decide to go to sleep early, knowing Jungkook would be tired after practice and would probably go straight home to rest.

Namjoon sighs as he watches Jungkook practicing. You were very understanding and he could tell you and Jungkook truly loved each other, but he was afraid Jungkook’s negligence would push you away.

He decides it’s none of his business and grabs his bag. Before leaving, he calls out to the maknae, “Jungkook,” Jungkook pauses and looks over to the leader, “Make sure you apologize to y/n when you’re done, she was worried sick about you.” Jungkook nods and goes back to practicing, not processing what he said. A few seconds later, Namjoon’s words hit him, eyes widening as he realizes,

he forgot.

Panicking, he quickly starts gathering his stuff. Watching Jungkook in confusion, Jimin and J-Hope just shrug at each other and continue practicing. “Tell y/n we say happy birthday!” Jimin yells out to Jungkook as he rushes out of the practice room. Once he’s in the car, he checks his phone, finding seven missed calls from you. He facepalms, cursing himself for being so stupid.

Before the car can fully come to a stop, he’s pushing the door open and jumping out of the vehicle, rushing up to your door. He knocks loudly but is only met with silence. Noticing that all the lights are off, he uses his spare key knowing that you’ve probably gone to bed already.

Knocking quietly on your bedroom door, he slowly opens it when he receives no answer. He peaks his head in and his heart feels heavy when he finds you curled up in bed, dried tears on your face. He places a light kiss on your forehead, whispering a small apology. He sits next to you on your bed, stroking your hair and staring at you lovingly, the moonlight making you look even more beautiful. Feeling nothing but regret, he knows he can’t change the past but he’s determined to make it up to you.

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. Confused, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and climb out of the bed.

As you enter your kitchen searching for the source of noise, you’re met with a sight that makes you smile; Jungkook behind the stove, wiping down the counter while looking extremely focused. You can’t help but giggle which causes Jungkook to look up at you.

“Y/n!” He says excitedly, throwing the cloth in his hands away and walking around the counter to meet you. Placing his hands on his hips, he asks you with a big smile,

“Do you know what day it is?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Saturday?”

“It’s your birthday!” He says excitedly.

Thinking he mixed up the date of your birthday, you correct him, “My birthday was yesterday Kookie,” you say with a forced laugh.

He grins at you and shows you his phone, “Are you sure? Look at the date.” Low and behold, the date on his lock screen was yesterday’s date. Your brows furrow in confusion before realizing he set the date back for you.

When he sees the realization set in your features, he grins even wider before he pulls you into a tight hug, mumbling into your hair, “Happy birthday babe, I’m sorry I forgot yesterday. And I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately but please let me make it up to you.”

Having already forgiven him, you hug him back, “It’s okay Kookie, I know you have a lot of work to do. I’m just glad I get to spend some time with you now,” you say with a bright smile before pulling away. You place a quick kiss on his cheek before excitedly running into the kitchen.

“Cupcakes!” You exclaimed happily when you find the desserts on the table.

He quickly rushes in after you yelling, “Hey! Breakfast first, those are for later!”

you sleep on the couch because of an argument masterlist

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

01. seokjin | 1.8k

02. yoongi | 1.6k

03. hoseok

04. namjoon | 1.5k

05. jimin | 1.7k

06. taehyung

07. jungkook | 1.9k

That yoongi shoulder fic, I cried, I'm soft, I stayed up am extra 30mins reading it and I work tomorrow

Oh no, u cried? I’m sorry about that 😂 But who needs sleep when Yoongi fics and coffee exist? Jk take a nap or something after work your health is important too :)

he forgets your birthday

J-Hope x f!reader

Genre: fluff

WC: 1k

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The morning sunlight streams through your window and you rub the sleep out of your eyes with a small smile when you remember what day it is. You move your hand to J-Hope’s side of the bed, and your eyes shoot open when you don’t feel him there.

When you find his side empty, you frown.

J-Hope dances from early in the morning to late at night. You know it’s his job as well as his passion, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit neglected. You only saw him when he came home from practice when he’d be too exhausted to do anything. 

You know dance will always be his first love, you just wish he would take a break once in a while, for his sake as well as yours.

Eventually, you force yourself out of bed to make breakfast, looking forward to at least having dinner with J-Hope.

Meanwhile, J-Hope was in the studio, practicing hard as always. He got into the studio super early this morning so he didn’t have time to check his phone. And once he activates dance teacher mode, he blocks everything else out of his mind. 

By the time he decides to take a break and check his phone, he realizes what day it is as he reads the reminder on his screen,

y/n’s birthday!!!

His eyes go wide as he covers his mouth. “I forgot today was y/n’s birthday!” he says as he looks at everyone else with wide eyes.

“J-Hope! How could you?!” Jin yells obnoxiously. 

J-Hope laughs at himself before looking to Namjoon, asking for permission to leave early. Namjoon nods at him before motioning to the door, “Hurry up, what are you still doing here?” he asks J-Hope.

J-Hope nods before quickly getting up to gather his stuff. “Tell y/n we say happy birthday!” they yell at him as he rushes out the door.

He had already bought your gift in advance, but he didn’t have the cake or decorations. ready He quickly rushed to the market to buy you a cake as well as some other snacks you two could enjoy together.

When he arrives outside the door to your house, he’s panting heavily, clutching a plastic bag in one of his hands. He takes a moment to catch his breath and smooth his hair down before he quietly unlocks the door.

He pokes his head into the house, and when he hears you humming in the kitchen, he takes his shoes off as quietly as he can. He silently makes his way into the house, and he can’t help but stare for a bit as he listens to you sing quietly while you cook dinner. Once he snaps out of your trance, he reveals himself.

“Happy birthday y/n!” he yells while running to hug you.

You drop whatever your holding, startled by his presence and letting out a yelp. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you off the ground, spinning you happily. When you realize it’s just J-Hope, you let out a laugh as he lets you down.

You lightly smack him on the chest, “You scared me!”

He just laughs. “Sorry babe,” he says before peppering your face with kisses.

You giggle as you pull away to get back to dinner. He reluctantly lets you go back to cooking as he moves to put the cake in the fridge.

“You know, I almost thought you forgot when I found out you left early this morning,” you say with a laugh as you get back to the stove.

J-Hope freezes as he stands in front of the fridge. “What? I would never forget your birthday!” he says with a nervous laugh.

He closes the fridge and faces you with a hand on his chest, faking an expression of hurt. “I can’t believe you thought I could forget your birthday,” he says with a pout. “I just wanted to surprise you,” he lies.

You approach him and place a quick kiss on his cheek. “Sorry Hobi,” you giggle, “but you definitely surprised me if that makes you feel better,” you say with a laugh.

He laughs along with you, but on the inside, he felt guilty for lying.

You and J-Hope enjoy the rest of the evening eating dinner and cake together before cuddling on the couch and watching a rom-com, eating the other snacks J-Hope bought from the market.

By the time you two finish the movie as well as cleaning up, it’s already late so you decide to get ready for bed. As you climb into bed, J-Hope looks at you with a serious look in his eyes.

“I have a confession to make,” he says as he stands up from the bed. 

“What is it Hobi?” you ask curiously. You know J-Hope’s an absolute angel and he wouldn’t have done anything terrible.

“I may or may not have actually forgot that today was your birthday,” he says so fast you almost don’t catch what he said.

While he waits for your reaction, you can’t help but think he looks like a child who feels guilty for taking an extra piece of candy from someone’s door for Halloween.

You start laughing at how adorable he is, and he smiles and starts laughing with you.

“That’s it? You scared me!” unable to contain your laughter, you fall back onto the bed.

He flops onto the bed next to you. “I thought you would be sad or mad that I forgot,” he whines.

“Aw Hobi, it’s okay. I know how busy you are,” you say as you ruffle his hair.

He pouts at you before wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “I promise I still love you even though I forgot your birthday,” he says as he smiles at you.

“I know,” you chuckle. “And I love you too.”

You place a kiss on his forehead as you say, “Go to sleep, you woke up super early today so you must be tired.”

He hums in agreement as he snuggles closer to you.

“Happy birthday y/n, I love you,” he mumbles, already falling asleep in your arms.

You can’t help but smile at how adorable he is as you play with his hair, lulling him to sleep.

let me take care of you

Summary: Jimin is upset that you’re not taking care of yourself and snaps at you when you don’t listen to him.

Jimin x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.3k

Worried eyes followed your figure as J-Hope went over the IDOL dance with you. Your feet felt as heavy as bricks and your lungs were on fire, but you kept going in fear that you would hold the group back.

About one year ago, you and Jimin met in the elevator one morning at Big Hit and it was love at first sight. He was even more beautiful up close, if that was even possible. He could say the same about you; He truly believed he had seen an angel the day he met you. You found yourself looking forward to those daily 30 second elevator trips, and soon enough, you guys started meeting outside of the elevator, like walking to practice rooms together or going to a nearby cafe. Armys were very supportive of your relationship when it was revealed to the public, and as an exceptional trainee, you often filled in for the members of BTS when needed.

The company had asked you to fill in for Jin who was extremely sick and unable to perform on Sunday. It was currently Thursday and you were feeling the pressure of perfecting four performances in three days. Jimin had already tried to get you to take a break, but you simply took a sip of water and went back to practicing. As tired as you were, you were set on perfecting the performances and no one could stop you.

Because of this, Jimin was becoming frustrated.

He knew you were a hard worker, and he was starting to see how others felt when he pushed himself too hard, but he was upset because you were completely brushing him off. He understood that you just wanted to do well, but you weren’t even listening to what he was saying. He knew you guys couldn’t agree on everything, but usually you would at least listen to each other.

Practice was finally over, and as everyone started to gather their things, you stood in front of the mirrors breathing heavily. You nearly fell to the floor, your body absolutely exhausted. But you weren’t satisfied.

You took a minute to catch your breath. “One more time,” you said, walking up to the laptop. As you started the music once again, Jimin was fuming. He stomped over to the laptop and slammed it shut before you could start.

Too tired to argue, you simply glared at Jimin. He stared back at you just as intensely, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not practicing anymore, you need to rest,” he said, towering over you. You started, “I’m fine Jim-“ but he quickly interrupted you, “You’re clearly not. Look at yourself, you look like you’re about to faint.”

You felt frustrated because you couldn’t perfect the dances, and you were so close to exploding on Jimin, but you just sighed deeply, “Jimin, I’m telling you I feel fine. I just want to go over it a few more times.” The rest of the members quickly make their way to the door, wanting to give you guys some privacy. But the volume of Jimin’s voice made them freeze as he yelled,

“Can you stop being so stubborn?!” Everyone was shocked, eyes wide since Jimin rarely ever raised his voice,

“You think we like taking care of you?! You’re a burden to all of us!”

His words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You always tried your hardest for others, and you didn’t realize you were dragging them down. Your heart sank at the realization.

He saw the hurt flash in your eyes, but his anger took over.

“You’re an adult. Start acting like one,” he said before he stormed past you and out of the room. You stared at the now empty spot that Jimin once stood in, tightly gripping the sleeves of your sweater.

The other members looked at you, eyes filled with concern and pity; Jimin was one of the scariest when angry. Taehyung and Jungkook move to comfort you as Suga says, “You know he didn’t mean it. He’s just been stressed.” You quickly nod and force a smile, “Yeah I know,” and you curse yourself as your voice cracks.

As Taehyung reaches out for you, you quickly move back and say, “I need to go over the dance a bit more. You guys should go rest.” They want to tell you that you’re not a burden to them, but Namjoon understands that you want to be alone and quickly ushers them out of the room before he turns back to you, “Don’t push yourself too hard okay?”

You nod as you stare at the floor, biting your lip hard trying to hold back your tears. As the door closes, your heart sinks, thinking about all the times the boys checked on you to make sure you were eating and sleeping properly. Realizing how annoying that must’ve been, you take a few deep breaths and run a hand through your hair as you push down the tears that were building up inside of you.

You make your way over to the laptop and start the music once again, trying to distract yourself from Jimin’s harsh words. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t focus on the dance and mess up the steps as his words keep repeating in your head. You collapse on the floor and stare at the ceiling, wishing you were better for them; for him.

Jimin remains silent on the way home. The rest of the members decide it’s best to give him some space for now.

As soon as he enters the apartment, Jimin immediately heads to your shared room, sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. Frustrated with everything, he sighs deeply, roughly brushing his hair out of his face. After taking a minute to calm down, he decides to take a shower to help clear his mind.

Once Jimin’s in the shower, he realizes the harshness of his words. He knows that being a burden is one of your biggest insecurities and he feels guilty for using it against you, but he just wanted you to care for yourself like he did; he wanted you to let him help you.

As you enter the apartment about an hour later, you find Suga in the kitchen making dinner, the rest of them in the living room or the dining room. Namjoon notices you and welcomes you back with a smile, “Go take a shower,” he says, “Dinner should be ready by the time you’re done.” You simply nod and quickly make your way to the bathroom.

You pass Jimin as you enter the bathroom, staring at the floor as he brushes past you.

The hot water helps you relax, releasing all the tension in your muscles. But you still feel a heavy weight on your shoulders, now knowing how the members truly felt about you. With a sigh, you turn the water off and make your way out of the shower.

You feel relieved when you enter your shared room and find that Jimin’s still in the living room. You put your pyjamas on and grab your paper with all of Jin’s lyrics.

Along with the three other performances, you were also performing The Truth Untold, and you haven’t had a chance to go over Jin’s parts. You were hoping that Jungkook and Taehyung could help you after dance practice.

As you entered the dining room, they were just about to finish setting the table. You take your usual seat and everyone starts eating. You take occasional bites, focusing more on learning the lyrics than eating.

You fail to notice Jimin’s eyes practically glaring holes into your paper, wanting nothing more than burn it so you could relax and simply enjoy your dinner.

Suddenly the paper is snatched out of your hands, and you look up to see Namjoon holding the paper out of your reach. “No reading at the table. Eat,” he says. You simply frown, knowing better than to argue with dad the leader, and you playfully stick your tongue out at him.

You remain mostly silent throughout dinner, speaking only when spoken to and laughing once in a while as to not raise any concerns.

Meanwhile, Jimin watches you carefully from across the table, making sure that you’re eating properly.

Once everyone has finished, you offer to clean up since they cooked and set up the table. By the time you’re done, everyone has already retreated to their rooms.

You grab your paper off the counter and make your way to Jungkook’s room where you can hear him and Taehyung yelling while playing video games. You’re about to knock on the door to ask them for help, but you hesitate.

Jimin’s words repeat in your head once again,“you’re a burden to all of us!” Your hand drops back down to your side and you decide against asking for their help, not wanting to bother them anymore.

You go back to the table with your laptop, and listen to their previous performances to learn Jin’s parts.

A couple hours later, the exhaustion of dance practice starts to catch up to you. You think about going to the bedroom, but you know Jimin probably doesn’t want to see you right now. You opt for sleeping at the dining table, too tired to move elsewhere. You know that your neck’s gonna hurt like a bitch the next morning but you don’t really care.

Meanwhile Jimin is laying in your shared bed staring at the ceiling. The bed feels cold without you there, and he replays the conversation from earlier in his head. Out of everyone, he should understand what it feels like to be under such immense pressure. But you should also understand. He would need both of his hands and feet to count how many times you had to practically drag him out of the studio because he was overworking himself and you cared for his well-being, why couldn’t you understand that he was trying to do the same for you?

The next morning, Suga enters the kitchen with a yawn, brows furrowing when he notices your form at the table.

As he gently shakes you awake, you groan and turn your head the other way thinking that if you ignore him, he’ll go away. He shakes his head and scolds you for falling asleep at the table, “C’mon get up.” You groan again, swatting his hands away, “Okay I’m up, I’m up.”

You continue to lay your head on the table, watching Suga’s back as he starts to prepare breakfast before deciding to get up and help him cook and set the table.

After breakfast, everyone gets ready to go to the studio and practice the performances. Since yesterday was dedicated to just teaching you the movements, today was for the whole performance, including the formations and singing while dancing.

To say that you were struggling would be an understatement. You still hadn’t perfected any of the dances, and you couldn’t remember the lyrics while trying to execute the dance.

By the end of practice, you were sitting on the floor trying to catch your breath. Not only was your body exhausted, running on 3 hours of sleep, but your mind was burnt out as well.

But you didn’t have time to rest. You, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin had to practice The Truth Untold.

While rehearsing the song, you wracked your brain to remember the lyrics and melody of the song. Afraid of messing up, you hesitated, which caused you to be off beat. The vocal coach stopped the music and you got extremely flustered and apologized while staring at the ground, too embarrassed to meet their eyes.

The three boys looked to each other, concerned for you. Jungkook placed his hand on your shoulder and said, “Hey, it’s okay. Do you need another day to go over the song?” You nodded while staring at the floor ashamed. Taehyung ruffled your hair, “Don’t worry about it okay? Take your time.” He knew you didn’t have time, but panicking would only make it worse. If anyone could learn four performances in three days and execute it perfectly, it was you; and he knew that quite well. He also knew that the only thing holding you back was yourself, you just lacked the confidence.

Jimin clenched and unclenched his hands. He wanted to comfort you so badly, wrap you in his arms and tell you that you were doing a great job and help you calm down, but his pride stopped him from reaching out for you.

Laying on the couch back at the apartment, you felt like shit. You just couldn’t seem to get anything right today, and you wanted to cry so badly but you were just so exhausted and anxious.

It was a common occurrence for you to have trouble sleeping before performances, but usually Jimin was there to hold you and comfort you.

You missed him. A lot.

But you were afraid to go back to him. You guys could never stay angry at each other for long, but he hasn’t said a word to you. What if he didn’t want to be with you anymore because he was tired of taking care of you?

Your mind was filled with destructive thoughts and insecurities, by the time you fell asleep it was 4am, and you guys were leaving at 6am.

You woke up at sunrise and just stared out the window, allowing yourself to relax for once. The moment doesn’t last long though, soon everyone is making their way out of their rooms.

You all get into the car, heading to the stage rehearsal. The whole ride there, you stare out the window. Your mind running wild with all the things that could go wrong.

Eventually you let your head thunk against the window, allowing yourself another hour of rest before the long rehearsal.

Once you arrived at the venue, rehearsal started right away. Although you managed to remember everything, your performance was far from perfect. You simply did all the proper movements and sang all the correct lyrics, but you weren’t truly performing. You knew that wasn’t good enough for the boys or for you, and you wanted to do your best for them and for Jin.

You were so anxious for tomorrow’s performance, insecurities and worries filling your head. You all went backstage to rest, but the pressure was really getting to you. You quickly excused yourself and hid among all the equipment below the stage.

Crouched down, you bit your lip to contain your sobs as silent tears rolled down your face. You wrapped your arms around yourself, wishing that it was Jimin’s arms comforting you.

When you rushed out of the room, you failed to notice the concerned eyes following your form. Jimin wanted to follow you but he knew that he would only make it worse. He sat there feeling conflicted.

As Jimin’s best friend and your close friend, Taehyung took it upon himself to go search for you.

When you heard footsteps growing near, you tried to quiet down your sniffles. But when you heard them stop behind you, you knew they found you.

Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you back up to your feet. He then turns you around to face him and pulls you into his embrace. No words are needed as you crumble in his arms and find yourself unable to contain your sobs anymore as Taehyung comfortingly rubs your back. “I-I can’t do it Tae. I don’t know the dance,” you cry.

It hurts Taehyung to see you like this. You’re one of the strongest people he knows, and you definitely don’t cry easily. He also knows that you know the dance, you just don’t believe in yourself. To see you breaking down and trying to hide away from everyone makes his heart shatter.

When your cries die down, you wipe your eyes and stare at the ground. “Please don’t tell them. I don’t want to worry them,” you beg, but a voice comes from behind Taehyung. “Too late,” Namjoon says. You peak around Taehyung’s frame to see the rest of the members staring at you with nothing but concern in their eyes. You meet Jimin’s eyes for a second, but you shrink under his gaze, afraid of what he’ll think of you after seeing you like this.

Taehyung releases you so you can go over the rest of them, but your knees buckle beneath you, your body still exhausted. Before you can hit the ground, Jungkook catches you and lifts you up. You wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala as he starts to carry you back to the resting room, the rest of the members trailing behind.

Behind you, Suga takes in your tired features, “When’s the last time you slept?” You’re about to tell him you slept on the ride here but he speaks again, “I mean actually got a good night’s sleep.” You grip onto Jungkook tighter and mumble “2 days ago,” into his shoulder.

Hearing this, Jimin can’t help but curse himself and his stupid pride. He could’ve prevented all your pain if he stopped being stubborn and talked to you sooner.

Afraid to meet their eyes, you close your own, letting sleep take over as you lay your head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook takes a seat on the couch, holding you close.

Jimin lays down on the same couch and calls Jungkook’s name as he motions for him to bring you over. Jungkook brings your sleeping form over to Jimin and he lays you on his chest.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around Jimin, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He smiles down at you, lovingly stroking your hair.

The rest of the members smile at the two of you, happy that you’re back in his arms. They make small conversation about tomorrow’s performance while allowing you to get some well deserved rest.

About an hour later, Jimin gently shakes you awake. “Wake up sleeping beauty,” he says sweetly. You stir and rub the sleep out of your eyes, surprised to see Jimin smiling down at you.

“Let’s get you something to eat, okay?” He says with a gentle smile. You nod as you sit up. The rest of the members return holding several bowls of instant noodles, and you smile at the sight before remembering all the work you still have to do.

Jimin frowns when you stand up and say, “Actually, I’m not really hungry. And I need to go practice so-“ you stop when a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re brought back into Jimin’s lap. He mumbles into your hair, “Please eat. I promise I’ll help you practice after.” Hearing the desperation in his voice, you can’t help but nod at his request.

Namjoon adds in, “You need to rest more. Your brain won’t be able to remember everything if you never give it a break-“

“And your brain needs instant noodles!” Jungkook interrupts with a mouthful of noodles.

You can’t help but laugh at him, which causes Jimin to hug you tighter and place a kiss on your neck. “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you angel. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just so worried about you,” he says while hiding his face in your hair.

You turn around and gently hold his face, “It’s okay,” you say while you smile apologetically, “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

He hums while rubbing your noses together before whispering, “Let me take care of you.”

He places a short and sweet kiss on your lips before you whisper back,

“Okay.”