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BTS Park Jimin x fem! reader

Cold. Disgustingly cold. The coarse ground cut and scraped at the delicateness of the soles of my feet relentlessly, as I wrapped my cardigan around my body tighter, saving the remnants of warmth in my body. The rain fell down and hard, beating down on my skin reminding me there was more of myself that could be beaten. Just when I thought I was mentally and emotionally beaten past the point of breaking, the world reminded me I was not physically spent.

I have been on a rather rough and fast decline.

I had met this guy, cliché how all women's problems stem from men and vice-versa, and I wish this wasn't the way things were, but I have no control over anything.

I had met this guy. A friend turned best friend, turned boyfriend. A beautiful relationship blossomed from an unexpected meeting, a moment of euphoria. I was in a rough patch in my life, my family was slowly collapsing like a house of cards in the wind and I couldn't rebuild it fast enough before the next breeze.

He was my saving grace.

One-off texts turned into hours of phone calls about him. He was obsessed with his life and how hard it was studying. He was a year older than me, with pretty strict parents and a roster of friends pages long. Yet somehow, in his eyes, he was struggling. Why? He never had the time, or decency to ask if I was okay. If he had, I probably would have burst into tears, depending on the day. Thinking back, I might've liked that, breaking down to someone I could trust.

At the roughest point, I snapped. I broke up with him. A fit of emotions told me to cut him from my life, and he didn't care. He was in agreement.

He told me things weren't working anyway. All I could do was agree. He didn't care. He moved on with his life and his relationships within days, while mine was falling apart in every way possible.

The wind blew stronger, lifting my cardigan and my shirt sending cruel stabs of cold through the points of my body, as I struggled to wrap the fabric closer than physically possible around myself. I was dragging my bare feet against the floor now, not enough will or strength to lift them or feel pain. To anyone watching I probably looked like I was performing some masochistic ritual as the rain was soaking my clothes, the wind was sending icy chills down my body every so often and froze the wetness that resided there partnered with my fruitless attempts to not drag my feet.

The light of the neon sign read 'BAR'.
I stumbled through the bar door, bashing into table corners and other people as I grew impatient to reach the back door and my apartment. The smell of alcohol had never been strong for me, but at this moment it stung. It pricked all the way to my lungs like tiny needles, aggravating and infuriating them. The cold air was an antidote, immediately soothing the burning sensation, although leaving me light-headed and drowsy.

Head-spinning, I crawled up the stairs, missing a few, tripping on others and groping for the hand-rail to give me a thought of safety, to stop the blaring human instincts in my head telling me I was in danger.

I missed the keyhole too many times to count. The small hole, the precision needed and current spinning in my head made the once simple task, infinitely times harder. The door swung open and I fell into my apartment, the impact not affecting me any more than my feet, the cold air or the rain had previously. With the close of the door, I closed my eyes, ready for the end of my story.

Except not really.

My attempts at making my life easier had once again failed. At the morning chirping of the birds in the surrounding area, and the sunlight streaming through the window I had been reminded of the life I still possessed.
It was no surprise I was incredibly sick. An incessant throbbing engulfed my head, my stomach ached and scraped before deciding whatever was in there shouldn't be, making me rush to the bathroom as fast as possible. My throat was dry and hoarse, words I spoke were inaudible groans and my feet were blistered and sore, every step sending shots of pain throughout my body making movement impossible.
I had to work today. I couldn't skip.
Work was a tricky subject. My family had always been a sick family. My parents were always sick from their smoking addiction they could never quit causing them to come down with colds or muscle pain every other week. Benefits could only keep coming for so long. My parents' inability to work meant I had to. I paid for myself and sometimes for them and I continue to do so. My younger siblings are in high school and are struggling as it is, so I have to keep the family together.
I don't get sick often, but when I do its bad and I'm usually off for days sometimes weeks, which employers don't like at all. If I skipped again I would be fired, right there. No money for the family, for me. Would I be able to pay rent?
I couldn't afford to skip.
I found my med kit and cleaned my feet wounds and checked my temperature which was quickly skyrocketing. I ignored it, I had to I had no other choice. I found a pair of Puma trainers and threw them on, deciding I had no time to change. I grabbed a face mask, keys, and my coat and headed out. I would stop by the pharmacy and pick up some medicine for my headache and cold and just power through.
However, the increasing warmth from the layers mingled with the cold morning air, messed with me and as soon as I stepped outside I collapsed. This impact was not as light. I don't remember much, but I remember waking up to a guy's face.
He was huddled over me while his friend was on the phone to an ambulance I think. He had me off of the ground kind of, with my back supported by his leg, my head in his hand while my legs slowly froze. He was speaking to me but I couldn't hear him at all, and I didn't until I woke up in the hospital with him next to me.
The bright light from the window indicated it was mid-day or roundabout, meaning I was extremely late and had probably been fired. Whether it was that news or the light  intensified by the medical white walls, my eyes started welling and soon I was sobbing.
He was there most likely very confused; he was there nonetheless.
"I'm Park Jimin," he said calmly while patting my shoulder as pent-up emotions from years ago all flooded out like a burst dam. "You're not doing so well, you almost caught hypothermia. Mind telling me what happened and if I can help at all"
I looked at him, vision blurred, eyes red and wet and saw a person. A person willing to help me who he had only just met.
"I'm Y/N, I have to work to support my family, my parents and younger sisters when I can, they're at high school. I get really badly ill whenever I get sick, which isn't often but means I have to have a lot of time off which ends up getting me fired. I probably just got fired from my current job. I went out last night trying to do something stupid, which failed and just got me really ill. I had to go to work and was going to buy medicine to help but I didn't make it out the door." he looked at me the entire time. Assessing me, nodding his head making wisps of his hair fall in front of his eyes, which he would continuously push back with his hand when they became annoying.
When I finished he said, "Do you have something you like doing?"
I don't know
"Work with me"
"What?"
"I'm Park Jimin, I am a member of a small kpop band named BTS. My company BigHit is small and needs staff, makeup, hair and clothing stylists, marketers, business people, cleaners, backup dancers anything really. Work for us. Then if anything happens where you get sick and can't come in, they'll know and maybe I could take care of you if you don't mind. You look like you could use the help." he smiled at me then and I noticed how his eyes would turn into crescent moons, crinkled around the edges as his lips pulled up, connecting his smile to his eyes. He must smile a lot. I wanted that.
"Sure, yeah that would be a massive help, thank you"
He looked at me again and his eyes lit up, "Oh, and If your sisters need work, have them join too then you don't have to shoulder the burden alone"
Maybe life wasn't so bad.
Even if the world came crashing down all at once, and what was left behind was too hard to shoulder, I knew Jimin would be there to hold it up while I put it back together.