Touch | [BTS] p.j.m x reader

사 | Four

Yoongi ran his fingers through my hair, absentmindedly playing with the ends before letting the strands drop back down to my shoulders. My head rested on a pillow that was placed on his lap, an old English movie playing in the background. Everyone had their eyes glued to the screen to read the Korean subtitles, besides Yoongi who seemed to keep glancing down at me or his phone held in his free hand.

My hands were buried within the sleeves of Jimins warm grey sweater, the one I always stole from him on cold days. It was one of his favorites as well, but he never complained when he went looking for it in his closet only to come out finding me curled up with the fabric flowing down my sides. It still made my uneasy the fact that it was out on the bed with no indication of the boys moving it there. I tried not to let my thoughts dwell on the subject; coming up with a stupid reasoning to make me feel better and less creeped out. 

"It'll be alright." Yoongi whispered, his face a bit closer now so only I could hear his words. I moved my head sideways a bit, glancing up into his eyes that were only illuminated by his phone screen, the room being dark. 

"Hmm?" I simply hummed, not sure if I had heard him right. I knew I did. . . but I was just confused as to why he would say it. He simply sighed, looking away from my face as he continued to play with my hair, going back to the movie finally and ignoring my stare at him.

I hope it'll be alright Yoongi. I hope so. 

I shifted my body so my head faced the tv screen once more, enjoying the animated cartoons dancing around and singing as Hobi sang under his breathe from the other side of the couch. A small smile played on my lips, making my heart feel a bit less heavy. I was surrounded by my best friends again after all these months, and it gave me relief. I know I've never been going through this alone, but it always seemed like it. Now, the grey skies were slowly clearing out.

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"I promise we'll be back in a few days, we just have some meetings to take care of." Namjoon spoke, a small frown accompanying him as he pet down my hair, hand resting on the side of my cheek before dropping back to his side, making the watch on his wrist clink with his belt.

"I told you, it's fine. I don't mind, you guys are still busy I get that." I spoke with a half smile, watching as the others gathered around the front door where Namjoon and I stood. They had been here at the house for a couple days now, but it seemed like mere hours. With them, time passed so quickly. Yet at the same time it also went by so slowly. 

They had been called in with their management to go over some important documents. Since Jimins passing, they hadn't made many public debuts, if any at all. The only time they showed up in the news was when they were spotted out in public at the store or driving to and from apartments. No comeback, no new videos, no social media updates, nothing. BTS had practically fallen off the face of the earth, and that only worried the fans more. So, management decided it was finally time for the guys to come in and sit down for a chat. They had to decide whether or not they were going to continue with making music or not. To be honest, I wasn't sure what path they would choose. 

"Are you sure you'll be alright here?" Jin asked with a worried face.

"I was alone all these months wasn't I?" I questioned. I didn't intend for it to make them feel guilty, but they all seemingly slouched over and frowned at my words.

"I- I didn't mean anything by that. I just mean I'll be fine I promise." I mumbled out, fiddling with my fingers.

Jin leaned over, pulling me into a hug while kissing the top of my head. "I pre-made meals for the next few days. They're in the fridge, just heat them up in the stove. Promise me you'll eat well." He said as I nodded into his chest. They would never let me off the hook knowing I was throwing my food away and lying to them. I don't know why I thought i'd get away with it, my body becoming thin and sick looking.