Do you even care? //yoonmin

0.5

  I felt pleased with how I did during practice, but something still just didn't feel right. I should be happy that Jimin loves me, I should be happy the other members told me I did well, and I should be happy that I actually did well in general.

My stomach grumbled and it felt empty. I missed eating, but I'm honestly scared to eat. More weight put on me means more weight I have to dance with, and more weight Jimin has to love. I don't want to be a burden to the team, especially Jimin. I'm already probably the fattest member of bts in my opinion, however, all of them tell me otherwise.

I lay in my bed once again as I did every night and sighed. How can life be this boring? How can I feel as if there is no meaning when I have thousands of fans and a boyfriend at my side?

"Hyung?" There was a knock at my door.

"Mmmhm?" I managed to mumble.

"I'm coming in," it was Jimin.

"Mmmhm."

I looked over the see the orange haired boy I loved walk into my room. He had a smile on his face and I managed to slightly crack one as well.

"I'm bored," Jimin commented. I replied with a nod and he sat down next to me on my bed. "You look cute today Yoongi."

"I'm anything but cute, Jimin. If anything, you are the cute one," I looked into his eyes. He smiled at me and took my hand in his.

"Yoongi I mean it, your cute smile, your adorable mint hair, everything about you is cute," I blushed at his words.

"This isn't fair," I groaned.

"What?"

"I'm the hyung, I'm supposed to make you blush," I gave my usual 'disgusted' face and Jimin giggled. His laugh rang through my ears like a song. It was quiet, yet adorable and at that moment I honestly felt the urge to kiss him.

"Yoongi?"

"Yeah?" I looked up at him.

"I know it's only been like a really short time that we have been together, I mean we have been together along with the group for a while now but I was wondering-"

I understood what he was trying to say and I put my hand on his face and leaned in closer to him. I believed I could see a slight smirk on Jimin's face as he pulled me forward. I was going for a gentle approach but okay. One of his hands was in my hair and the other was around my waist which pulled me forward. Our lips locked and my eyes quickly widened then closed.

I was surprised Jimin went for such a passionate kiss for our first kiss, but in all honesty, I wanted him this bad as well. As we continued to kiss each other, there was a knock at the door. We quickly pulled away and looked at each other in panic both with the expression of 'what do we do?'

"It's Jin," the voice spoke. I began to panic because the voice seemed angry. What if he found out...

"I can't find Jimin anywhere and he's really starting to annoy me because Jungkook plays these games all the time and I do not want Jimin to do it too!"

"He's in here," I replied nervously, yet relieved. Jimin looked at me and mouthed the words 'stand up'. I did as he told me not knowing why so I stood up slightly confused. The door began to open and Jimin started doing a section of the choreography.

"And then you do it like this, got it?" Jimin stopped and looked at me. It took me a second then I caught on with his act

"Yeah, thanks Jimin," I smiled.

"Oh, so you were just practicing. You didn't have to shut the door you know?" Jin spoke in a nicer tone.

"Sorry, hyung," we both commented in unison. Jin walked out of the room and we both sighed of relief.

"Can we continue?" Jimin gave me puppy dog eyes. I slightly pushed his chest and let out the smallest smile.

"I think you should go to bed," I commented feeling tired myself. Jimin pouted then turned to leave.

"Expect more from me tomorrow, Yoongi."

And with that he left my room and I sat back down on my bed. What does he mean?