BTS one shots

Chaos to Comfort | Park Jimin

It was a typical day for everyone else, but for you, it was anything but normal. The chaos began as you jolted awake, groggily realizing you had overslept. Your alarm had failed to go off, or maybe you had simply slept through it in your exhaustion from the previous day. Either way, the morning had started on the wrong foot.

"Great, just great," you muttered to yourself as you rushed through your morning routine, your frustration mounting with every passing second.

Jimin, your boyfriend, had already left for the day, leaving a pang of loneliness and frustration in his absence. He had tried waking you, but it seemed your exhaustion had won over his attempts. The empty apartment felt colder, and his absence added to your sense of urgency and despair.

As you hurriedly dressed, the next blow hit: your coffee machine broke, leaving you deprived of your much-needed caffeine fix. There was no time to buy coffee on the way to work; you were already running late.

The drive to work was a blur of anxiety and mishaps. You nearly collided with another car as you sped through traffic, your mind a chaotic whirl of thoughts. Halfway to the office, your car sputtered and died, forcing you to abandon it by the side of the road and hail a taxi. The day was spiraling out of control, and it wasn't even 9 AM yet.

"Can this day get any worse?" you thought, the frustration bubbling up inside you as the taxi navigated the morning traffic.

At work, things didn't improve. Your colleague messed up an important presentation, and you bore the brunt of your superior's anger. Misunderstandings piled up, and you were burdened with errands that left you no time to eat lunch peacefully. The day dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity of misfortune, pushing you closer to a breaking point.

As the workday finally ended, you realized you had forgotten to call the mechanic about your car. You sighed, calling the mechanic and then decided on taking a taxi home. The rain began to pour down as soon as you stepped outside, soaking you to the skin almost instantly. Your phone's battery died after calling the mechanic, so you couldn't even call Jimin for help. Tears mingled with the rain, the weight of the day's events crashing down on you.

When you finally made it home, you were a soggy, exhausted mess. The apartment was a sanctuary of warmth, and Jimin was there, sitting on the couch. His eyes lit up with concern the moment he saw you, reading the exhaustion and despair etched into your features.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently, standing up and walking over to you.

Seeing him, your legs gave out, but Jimin caught you before you fell. "Hey, hey, I've got you," he said softly, wrapping a towel around you. "Let's get you inside."

"You look exhausted," he said, his voice filled with worry. "Can you freshen up yourself, or do you need help?"

"I can manage," you replied shakily.

"Take your time," he encouraged, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves.

While you changed into warm clothes, Jimin ordered your favorite food. When you emerged, his eyes softened as he opened his arms. "Come here," he said, his voice gentle.

You ran into his arms, collapsing into his embrace. The dam you had been holding back all day finally broke. Tears welled up in your eyes and spilled over as you buried your face in his chest.

"It was horrible, Jimin," you muttered between sobs. "Everything went wrong today. I started the day late, the coffee machine broke, my car broke down, I got blamed at work... It just kept going wrong."

Jimin's heart broke for you, but he tightened his arms around you, one hand gently stroking your hair as he whispered soothing words into your ear, encouraging you to let it all out. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here now. Let it all out."