Toy | bts x reader

9

- your pov -

I run as quickly as I can to find the restroom. Tears are blurring my vision as bursts of laughter explode in the air.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I hear someone bellow as a smash echoes through the halls.

I find the toilets and I lock myself in the disabled toilet and I crouch down and ball my eyes out.

How can they do this to me? Yeona? I guess I understand her but, Mina?

Not long afterwards, I hear a knock on the door.

"O-oh, mia-"

"Ah, Y/N, it's me." Jimin cuts me off.

"Yah.. why are you here? To laugh at me? HM?!"

"Look, I wouldn't even be here if I didn't want to help. So let ME HELP!" He starts banging on the door. I stay quiet.

"Aish.. Mianhae Y/N... I'm not used to, ah, helping people."

"Psht, yeah, no kidding," I chuckle, trying to make the situation lighter.

"Yah! I'm trying to help you out here, pabo!" He says laughing. For some reason, I suddenly fall into a war of hormone and started laugh-crying.

"Life is so pathetic. First was my family, then came along my auntie, then I was sold as a sex slave and now this?" I wipe my weary eyes.

"Y/N.. Just remember I'm always here for you. You can always talk to me whenever you want.. Which is why I bought you a phone."

I can't even see him but I know he has painted a ray of sunshine all over his face.

"Open up and I'll give you your phone. Also," I hear some muffling outside the door, "Wear this, it'll look like a dress on you so it's fine."

Hesitantly, I unlock the door, half-expecting he'll be there holding out a phone ready to take pictures; but instead, I open the door to him extanding an arm with the phone and his sweater with his body faced the opposite direction.

Hastily, I close the door -not locking it this time-  slip into the jumper and slide down the door.

To calm myself down, I breathe out for 4 seconds, in for 7 and out for 8. I repeat until I'm okay.

I slowly walk up to the sink and splash cold water on my worn out face to wake me up and I dry it with the sweater.

He was right, it does look like a dress on me. I chuckle and give myself a reassuring smile in the mirror before opening the door again.

Jimin's back fall onto my feet and he quickly stands up. He's wearing a white t-shirt showing his biceps.

"O-oh, mian ahah," he awkwardly says.

"It's ok," I chuckle.

"So does that mean I can do it again?" He asks laughing.

I laugh too and suddenly stop, "Ani," we stare at eachother with blank faces and begin to laugh our heads off again.

"Gapsida!" He grabs my hand and starts walking.

"Wait!" I say, wiggling out of his grasp, "I-I'm too scared..." I say looking down.

"Y/N, it's okay, I'm here to protect you," he says as he bends down a bit to reach my eye level.

"Okay, gapsida," I say, looking up as the corner of my lips curve upwards.

He smiles at me and gently holds my hand. We both start walking and people start to stare and whisper, however they all suddenly turn away as we pass them.