Maybe I'm not Worthless (A Jimin and BTS fic)

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JR pov ~
"This song is amazing JR, I didn't think you had it in you," Jackson smiled as he read the lyrics. I nodded and smiled, however on the inside I felt extremely guilty for taking the credit for something I obviously didn't write. I had no idea who wrote it. I found it next to my bed and I knew for sure it wasn't there before.

However, I also knew it wasnt one of the members. They weren't creative enough to come up with music. Just like I wasn't. I don't even remember anybody being in my room and I'm a very light sleeper. I called it the ghost cd. I needed a song and it was just there.

I thought I somehow had good luck but that was quickly ruled out when I remembered our main dancers were complete idiots who were also gay for eachother. *cough* markson *cough* called it. It took us hours to get a choreo. Also,  another few hours to record it. People were either missing a note or something was happening.

The performance is the day after tomorrow, we didn't have very long to practice. Although, we did have a good chance at winning because mark and Jackson threw a few flips in there. I was going to rap a few parts but Jackson took those and lectured me that if he couldn't rap I definitely couldn't rap. He was right but it wasn't fair. I like to rap even if I'm not good at it. I guess I'm just meant to be a singer. Also a visual because I mean seriously who could resist me?

I couldn't help but miss JB though. Everywhere I went, I couldn't get him out of my mind. Yugyeom and bambam were running around the place messing around. Them and v and Jungkook have become good friends over the last few months.

Mark and Jackson were putting the final touches on the choreo so we could start practicing in an hour. Youngjae was playing piano and I was all alone. Before JB would come hang out with me. We were best friends. I mean we were close to the other members but, nothing could break our bond. I ruined it all.

I tried to take my mind off of him. With all the flips Jackson and Mark had planned for this performance we were sure to win. Right? What if we did get signed? But then we'd have to leave. We'd have to leave JB. I didn't want that to happen. I left JB some lyrics if he wanted to perform with us. I doubted it but there was a chance. I just missed him more and more each day. I could never even think about leaving him. What if had to?

All these thoughts ran through my head. I finally decided to just call JB. I had to put my pride aside and call him. The phone rang and rang but all I got was the answering machine. I sighed ,"hey JB. I know you're still mad. I just wanted you to know that I really miss you and hope you at least come to the show. I have some lyrics for you if you change your mind. If not I'll just sing them. I hope you're doing okay. Talk to you later," I hung up the phone and say back in my chair. Why was he so difficult? I guess I'll have to see at the concert. I have to go practice anyways. Hopefully it's not too hard. Especially for bambam and his pencil legs.

:a/n sorry it took so long. I wrote this chapter earlier and I meant to publish it but I forgot and then when I went back the chapter deleted and it was just ughhhhh. Anyways I hope you like it guys. It's really short because I had to rewrite it and I was so lazy and school is terrible whenever I get home I get so tired I fall asleep and don't have time to write and ugh. I'll try to update as soon as possible.