~ lies we tell ourselves ~ // p. jm & m. yg {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with an aching pain in my wrist. After everything that happened with Yoongi last night, it made me feel even worse than I already did and I hurt myself a lot more than normal. My arm felt strange and empty, like I'd cut too deep and bled more than I should have. I tried to ignore the pain and got up to get a glass of water, and ran into Taehyung in the kitchen.

"Morning Jiminie!" Tae gave me one of his lovely box smiles as he poured his cereal.
"Morning Taetae." I replied as I smiled weakly but wholeheartedly, it cheered me up to receive such a kind greeting so early in the morning.

"Practice starts at 8 today, gotta be prepared for the filming!" Tae started jumping around like a little kid while I giggled at his silliness.

We had been working harder than ever for our upcoming music video, Blood Sweat and Tears. There were 4 months left before we filmed it, so we'd had practice from 8 till 3 everyday now in order to get the choreography on point. I was in the front and centre for most of the dance, which I was happy about, but it meant there was extra pressure on me to deliver well. And look good too, which is currently my weakest point.

Since Kookie is now of legal age, we've added a lot more sex appeal into this dance and we have to make sure we're all hot enough for it be effective. All the others have nothing to worry about, since all of them pretty much look like pornstars already anyways, but I still have a long way to go before I'm anywhere near sexy, or skinny...

"Jimin?" I was suddenly brought back to reality and Tae was looking at me weird, I realised that I had been standing still and expressionless for about 20 seconds now. Whoops.

"Oh, yeah! Sorry." I put my head down, hiding my embarrassment as my face turned bright red, and grabbed a glass walking over to the tap. Tae watched me as I poured a glass of water and started making my way back to my room.

"Are you not gonna eat?" I froze.
"Um, I don't feel too well, bye." I didn't even look at him, just mumbled my excuse and quickly shuffled back to my room before he could reply.

Luckily Hobi was in the shower so I still had the room to myself for a bit. I got changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy long sleeved shirt, wincing as the thin cotton material slid over my wounds, and made my way to the practice room.

Sorry for the short chapter! I just needed a chapter to explain the main parts of the story before we got to the interesting bitsk. I'll try to update either tomorrow or the day after, thanks for putting up with my work!