Bts sickfics/hurtfics/oneshots

⛓️🚑Yoonmin- Delete

Requested by rhecalma

This is still in the old bighit building.

Jimin and Yoongi are in the studio, working on a new song, a collaboration between the baby mochi and Agust D. The two are excited about the new comeback, but the stress levels are running high for both of them. Besides this song, they have to work on the group's album and all the performances for the award shows that are coming up around Christmas.

"This sounds pretty good, why don't we record the lyrics for the demo, then we can send it too Bang PD." The rapper says, listening to what they have right now. It's not the final version, but a demo they can send to PD-nim. There's still going to be quite a few adjustments after.

"Yeah, I like it too. You do the lyrics or...?" The singer responds, looking at the older who is sitting in the chair in front of the computer while he stands, leaning on the back of the chair.

"Sure, I'll do it. You press record?" The dancer hums in response before the second oldest gets out of his chair and let's the other take place. Yoongi walks into the recording studio with the lyrics in hand, putting on the headphones and warming up his voice.

"Ready?" The younger asks. Yoongi nods and the music starts. About 20 minutes of recording later, they are finally done. Even though it's only a demo, they want it to be good, so they had to start over and over again. While the rapper puts the headphones back in it's place, Jimin goes to save their progress, but suddenly everything is gone.

"Wha-" Jimin starts, speechless, as he stares at the screen, a pop up in front of him.

 Deleted

Yoongi goes to look at what's wrong, only to see that one word on the screen.

"No way..."

"Yoongi, I-"

"Are you kidding me?! You deleted it?!"

"Not on purpose." the singer says in a low voice, trying to keep calm but failing miserably. Tears stream down his cheeks like a waterfall and shakes with sobs that he desperately tries to keep in.

"I swear, if I can't get this back! Go to hoseok's studio!!!"

"Bu-" Instead of letting him complete his sentence, the older grabs his arm harshly and pulls him towards the younger rapper's studio, pushing the dancer inside with so much force that the other falls to the ground, hard. Blinded by his anger, he closes the door and locks it. Going back to his studio, pulling at his hair out of frustration.

That's almost a year of work, gone in about two seconds. All the effort, for nothing.

He does have a back up hard drive, but the thing hasn't been working correctly the past few weeks. Files just disappear from the hard drive, a few got corrupted when trying to download it to the computer and others don't even get saved. He doubts he can find this one on there. So that's not the first thing he's going to try. He's been wanting to get a new one, but because of Covid, they're currently out of stock after a problem with the company that provides some of the important parts.

After calming down for a few minutes, he sits down on the chair and starts searching for the file, hoping to get it back. 

In the other studio, Jimin is doing his best to calm down, but nothing works. His breathing is rigid and his tears keep falling down non stop. Fast breaths turn it to hyperventilating and he curls himself into a ball.

His chest starts to tighten, his head is pounding. It doesn't matter how hard he tries to slow his breathing, nothing works. A feeling of fear consumes him.