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Chapter 74

"How do you feel?" I couldn't even muster up a cohesive thought, let alone reply to Jimin using words. "I feel confused," I finally managed to squeak out the three words without showcasing my feelings on my face. "How can I make you feel less confused?" he asked as he scooted closer and held my hands. "There's nothing you can do, Jimin. If you aren't even sure about your feelings, I think you should focus on that first. Don't make the mistake of rushing into something just because you think you like me." I tried my best to emphasize the thinking part since I had made that mistake with relationships, and my life genoked up at me with a sorrowful look in his eyes, which made me melt.

"I'm sorry for kissing you." I couldn't help but bring my hand up to clutch my chest, he was so adorable. "It's fine, Jimin, I honestly liked it, but I want to make sure you know what your true feelings are towards me before you do anything else." It felt like I was the older person in this situation, but I had a special spot for Jimin in my heart, and although I couldn't see myself dating him, I could at the same time. Feelings are so confusing. "Can you not talk about this with the other members. I'd rather this be between us." I wasn't going to tell the members either way, just how none of them knew about the fact that Jungkook and I had done worse. I nodded in response and moved over to leave enough room for him to lie next to me. We spent the rest of the night in silence, but tangled in each other's arms. 

"Wake up," I heard a voice shouting as the covers got ripped from my body, causing me to shiver from the sudden temperature change. I sat up feeling groggy, cold, and for some reason slightly bubbly. I climbed over Jimin, who was still sleeping despite no longer having the covers of my bed to provide him warmth. I walked over to our closet and threw on a pair of jeans with a white tank top and the cardigan that the boys had gotten me for my birthday before I walked out to the kitchen so I could get something to eat. "Good morning, princess. Eat something, then go get your homework and do it before we go to the venue." Yoongi instructed while placing a bowl of fruit on the table in front of me. I sat down and started eating the apples and peeled tangerines that Yoongi had plated for me before I acknowledged the last part of his sentence. "Homework this early is brutal," I whined as I shoved tangerine pieces into my mouth, enjoying the tangy taste of the fruit. "I don't care. We have a busy couple of weeks ahead of us, so you're going to miss even more school. Finish your food and go grab your work, and I want no more complaining," he said that in a playful scolding voice, but it was nowhere near being scolded. I finished my food and walked into my room to see Jimin, Jungkook, and Namjoon hanging out in my room together. "Don't go out there. Yoongi's making me do homework." I warned while grabbing my textbooks and notebook from my school bag. "Go get your homework, too, Jungkook. Thank you for reminding me." Namjoon said, which earned me a playful scolding from Jungkook as he stormed out of the room and into his room. I walked back out to the kitchen, where Yoongi was already sitting down with a half-eaten plate of food in front of him. "What homework do you have to do?" he asked, pushing his plate of food away from him as I sat down next to him. "I have to do a vocabulary sheet." I groaned as I pulled my vocabulary notebook from my book bag, along with my textbook. "This looks like some kid's homework?" he said through his fit of laughter. I looked at my homework and realized it did look like a kid's homework, I had to match the words to the pictures and then write the words in English under the picture, and then write the words in Korean under the words written in English. "What's that?" Yoongi asked while pointing at a picture of a donut. "Donut," I replied in English, which caused him to nod and hand me my pen so I could write the word in Korean and English. "You're just like Tae," Yoongi muttered, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows since there were many ways Taehyung and I could be seen as similar. "You both write with your left hand. I've only seen you use your left, but are you ambidextrous too?" I nodded as I continued working on the worksheet. "I am, but my mom made me switch to my right. I'd only use my right around her, though; anywhere else, I would use my left out of habit. She was always so obsessed with me being perfect; everything I wore, said, and did had to be approved by her first." I hadn't realized it, but by the time I got done explaining why I was ambidextrous, I finished the first part of my homework. "What do you mean, everything?" I pursed my lips together at Yoongi's question. This was something I never talked about, but it also wasn't something I avoided either. "She just wanted me to be the perfect child. I'm not sure of her motive for me being so perfect, but she was always adamant about me being feminine. She'd always tell me I had to be as perfect as a porcelain doll." I took a pause and looked up from my homework to see that Yoongi was leaning over, looking intrigued by what I was telling him. "That's why she put me in ballet. Ever since I could walk, I've been trained in ballet and contemporary dance, and ever since I've been in ballet, she's been looming over my shoulder picking my outfits, friends, and even what I eat. She never forced me to dress how she wanted me to, but I couldn't help but do what she wanted. I think that's why I wear so many skirts and shorts now. It's all I've worn since I can remember." Yoongi didn't dare say a word; not a single sound came from him. "I used to think you were rich," he muttered, finally breaking the silence that had fallen over us. I looked up at Yoongi with wide eyes. I may have lived in Seoul for a few years before my debut, but it was nothing far from the first apartment the eight of us lived in. "I'm far from rich. I joined this group with the clothes on my back and dreams." Yoongi burst out laughing since that was essentially all of our motives for joining the group: young teens and adults with dreams. "I'm joking, obviously my situation isn't the worst out there," I reassured as I looked back down at my homework so I could finish it before our practice, which was more of a sound check before sound check. "Tell me more about your life before debut," Yoongi prompted while looking over my shoulder to ensure I was doing my homework correctly. "There's not much to my pre-debut life. I quit ballet a few months before I got scouted, so Ara found me at the perfect time." Yoongi suddenly interrupted me by perking up and leaning closer to me. "How did you get scouted? Bang PD told us you got lucky, but he's never explicitly told us how he got you to join the company." I couldn't help but let out a chuckle since, despite living together for almost three years, we still didn't know everything about each other. "Ara found me in a coffee shop. She asked if I could dance and sing, then gave me the information about the company." He just sat there nodding along with what I was saying, as he took in the information. "Is there anything else you're hiding from me?" I shrugged at his question, since when it came to these conversations, my mind went completely blank. "Not that I can think of, but I did finish my homework," I exclaimed as I shoved my notebook in his face to show off my now completed homework. "Go get dressed. Please don't take too long," the last part of Yoongi's instructions was a faint yell, since I got up and bolted as soon as he approved of my homework. 

"We have a busy week, make sure you're packed, and that you're up early for tomorrow," Namjoon shouted as we all ran in different directions into our rooms. The concert had gone amazingly, we had done all the dances to the best of our abilities, and we had such fun during the encore. "Are you packed yet?" Jimin asked as he followed me into our room, despite the previous night's events, he was acting like it had never happened. "Yes, I've been packed, but now I'm starting to rethink what I packed." I had packed a variety of clothes, from summer clothes, dressy clothes, winter clothes, and casual clothes. Since we were still a broke company on the verge of bankruptcy, we had to bring our clothes, but Nari never seemed to like what I brought. "Let's see what you packed." Jimin didn't even give me time to protest before he tossed my suitcase open and started rummaging through it. "You know it's cold in Japan, right?" he scolded as he started pulling out my skirts and shorts from my suitcase, creating a mess around our room. "No, Jimin, stop it," I shouted at him, and I started collecting the clothes he was disregarding and shoving them back in my suitcase. "You're over-packed. You don't need half of this," he shouted back as he kept pulling clothes from the bag. "Stop it," I shouted even louder as I pushed him away from my suitcase, causing us to land with me on top of him. "Go to sleep. I don't want you two being grumpy tomorrow, and (Y/N), pick up all these clothes." Hobi scolded as he walked away from our door frame, closing the door behind him. I got up with a huff as I collected my clothes and lazily shoved them back into my suitcase. "You're paying for this Park," I threatened, which caused him to look at me with a shocked expression all over his face. 

"Fix your shorts, I stayed up all night piecing this outfit together," Nari instructed. It was the final night of the tour in Seoul, but we still had an entire week before the Japan concerts, which meant we had a week of free time. "Warm up your voice please, I don't want you coming back all upset when you don't hit a high note," I rolled my eyes at Naris instructions, although she did know me very well at this point so her knowing I would cry after a bad performance wasn't off brand for her. "Oh, don't worry about it, I bet you'll do fine." I turned around, looking for the source of the unfamiliar voice. The dressing room was strictly artist and staff only, so why would someone I didn't know be in here with us unless we got a new staff member? I suddenly saw a couple being tackled into a tight embrace by an orange-haired Jimin, and soon they were being hugged by all the members. I walked away from Nari despite her protests and walked up to the couple so I could introduce myself. "Hello, it's so nice to meet you." I had a feeling that these people were Jimin's parents, and if they weren't, I had just made a complete fool of myself. "It's so nice to meet you. Jimin's told us so much about you," the taller woman said as she bowed while introducing herself. "We won't take up too much of your time. We just wanted to come back here and wish you all luck. I'm glad we finally got to meet you (Y/N)," the man who I could only assume was Jimin's dad said as he started walking towards the door. "Have a good concert, we'll be watching from the stands." His mom shouted before closing the door behind her, leaving just us and the staff members to continue getting ready. 

I ran off of stage, out of breath, and with wobbly legs due to the exhaustion I was feeling. It felt like my throat was closing in on itself, and my legs were barely holding me up. "Are you okay? (Y/N), Talk to me." I couldn't even depict whose voice was yelling at me; all the thoughts I was trying to form were mushed together, and the only thing I could focus on was how hard it was getting to breathe. I felt myself fall to the floor and get pushed back onto my back, an oxygen mask was placed over my nose, and I felt sudden relief. My chest was heaving up and down in a rhythmic motion as I stayed on the ground, instead of feeling relief in this moment, like I should have, I felt upset. While everyone else was getting dressed for the encore, I was lying on the floor holding up the performance. "You're okay (N/N), take your time, I'm going to stay right here." Namjoon cooed as he held one of my hands in his and stroked my hair with his other hand. Soon enough, I felt better and slowly sat up with the help of Namjoon. "Are you okay? Have you been eating well?" he asked with a pure look of concern on his face. "I'm fine, I think I just danced too hard," I replied while finally standing up and walking over to the dressing room so I could get dressed. "I don't think you should go too hard tonight. I know you want to give your best performance, but I don't need you hurting yourself." A part of me knew I should listen to him, but the other part of me wanted to ignore him and give my best performance I could since it was the last night in Seoul. I threw on my matching crew neck that had the album cover on the shirt, along with a pair of jean shorts, before walking backstage where the other boys were. "Do your best, (Y/N), don't go so hard tonight," Namjoon instructed while pointing at me at the end of his sentence.