Do you even care? //yoonmin

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"Yoongi, that's the fifth time we had to retry this!"

"Get a hold of yourself, you have to practice on your own sometimes too, do you seriously think we have to do all the work?"

"I'm done, have him practice alone."

I stood in the middle of our practice room breathing heavily. All of the members flooded out the room leaving me alone. I collapsed to the ground landing on my butt and ran my fingers through my sweaty, mint hair.

I've practiced this over and over, but I can't seem to get one small move in a new choreography for our upcoming comeback. They keep telling me that if I don't get this move down, we won't even be able to release the dance... I think it's a little exaggerated but I can't help but fully believe it.

I stood, my legs were weak and wobbly. It's because I'm too fat, all this weight is weighing me down. I groaned a little and began trying to do the one move over and over again. As time went on my feet became swollen and I couldn't hold myself up anymore. They told you to practice, it's all your fault for not trying hard when you practice alone. I told myself.

What the others don't know is I do practice on my own each day. I try so hard to live up to their standards, but my dancing is never good enough for them. The only thing I'm good at is producing music, but I don't have much time to do that because they tell me to keep practicing.

I managed to stand up and wobble my way to the door. I clumsily opened the door and left the practice room to go to my dorm. Each member shared a room with someone else except me because we have an odd amount of members. Taehyung and Jungkook share a room, Jin and Namjoon share a room, and Jimin and Jhope share a room. It's fair, though, because half my room is filled with computer equipment used to produce my songs and a shelf with ideas and lyrics.

I entered my dorm and grabbed a sweatshirt and sweatpants then went to one of the two bathrooms in the dorm. One was being occupied by I'm guessing Jungkook because I could faintly hear a voice singing sofa. I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. I made sure the water was extra hot because I liked it to where it burned my skin, it put me in my place.

In the middle of rinsing out the shampoo there was a loud knock on my door.

"Yoongi, I have to shower too, hurry up!" I could tell it was Jimin.

"Give me a minute!" I yelled back and quickly finished up by completely rinsing the bubbles out of my hair and turning off the water. I threw on my sweatshirt and sweatpants and opened the door. My eyes widened at the sight I was seeing.

A shirtless, sweaty Jimin was standing in front of me. I guess he decided to practice extra too, he doesn't even need it though. My eyes were struggling to get off of jimins abs but I managed to snap myself out of it by pinching my arm.

I winced realizing that was where I had cut myself a few days ago. Jimin seemed to notice me in pain and set his clothes down.

"Yoongi, you okay? Let me see-"

"No!" I stepped back. I didn't want him to know the things I did to myself. They would hate me even worse then they did now.

"No," I said calmer seeing the surprised expression on Jimin's face. My hand covered the spot on my arm above my wrist and I quickly escaped the bathroom and went to my room. I shut the door, locked it, and crashed onto my bed.

I'm such an idiot, I need to be more careful.