Kpop One shots

I'm Here For You

This was my entry for Army Amino's FanFic Club brotherhood challenge. Enjoy~

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The door slides open easily, only taking a small push for it to open up and force the cool air out of the house and into Jimin's already messy blonde hair. He can hear the familiar voices of his friends echoing from somewhere in the house for a split second before he closes the door and they immediately vanish.
[I]Weird.
[I]They are never like this.
"I'm back," he grumbles with a hint of his exhaustion peeking through. Jimin shuffles into the living room only to find it empty. "What's going on?" The words spill softly out of his mouth. He tilts his head the tiniest bit and turns in circles like a dog would when searching for its tail. It seemed like if he turned enough he would somehow spin that final time and see them sitting there, talking happily like they do every day.
But that would never come.
Realizing this, he stops himself. He had no clue where they could be, but he knew that they had to be in this building that he was standing in, dizzy and tired.
[I]Their cars were there, right?
Jimin stumbles to the front door, fumbles to unlock it. He peeks outside and sighs.
Of course the cars are there. Trying to calm himself and not freak out, he glides back to the living room like he had before. Crossing through  the empty room, he looks around in every corner in the kitchen. With a huff, he steps into the hallway.
"Are they here?" His thoughts leave his mouth into the open air, traveling down the hallway almost like a trail to Jimin. It was like his words and the invisible sound waves were yelling at him to look that way.
He was right.
The last door on the left was open ever so slightly, spilling a hint of light into the darkened hallway.
[I]My room.
Cautiously he takes the steps to make it to his room. He was as silent as he could be with his nice work shoes and, really, all of his work attire on. For half of a second he stood looking at his OWN door, afraid to open it.
But why?
He softly taps the door open with his index finger like he was treating a specimen that would kill him if he looked at it wrong. To his amazement, he found his friends, silent, all looking at the door, and now Jimin, with eyes of different emotions inside.
"What's this about?"
His eyes land on Jungkook's.
They stared back at his with a doe like appearance to them for only a second. Then they look away. In that final moment of looking at the youngest all of the gears click into place.
[I]Either work or school was hard for everyone today. Make them feel better.
That simple phrase kept echoing in his head, back and forth back and forth on the inside of his head.
Flipping his focus from person to person only confirms his saddening suspicion.
Seconds felt like eternities as Jimin blinks, inhales, exhales. He was willing himself to move, but it felt like his feet were tied into the hardwood flooring of his house.
But why couldn't he just move and help them? Why was this so hard? Usually it was easy to take a step, speak a word, let out his breath.
Magically, the ropes on his feet slide off. Without speaking a word, Jimin gently steps into the room, turns on the ball of his left foot to close the door with a click, and sits on the floor to finish the circle that was made.
[I]Finally.
Now things he hadn't noticed started popping out at him.
Namjoon's mouth was pressed into an unfamiliar line, sending a ping of worry into Jimin's chest. Taehyung's eyes were drooping worse than anyone had ever seen. Seokjin was clenching his jaw tightly and his cute motherly appearance was gone. Jungkook had a sad, solemn expression. Hoseok, though not always super happy, was gloomy and beaten down, his eyes watery, and Yoongi had a twinge of agitation that made him look more sad than scary.
For one second, two, three seconds they sat quietly. Four, five, Jimin continues to count each second that he could feel go by. Eight, nine, ten... a whole minute spent on absorbing each other's feelings and sadness. Seokjin shifts his gaze from the dark and light blue rug that he was sitting on up to Jimin's face only a minute and a half into their silence.
"You, too?" All of the pent up anger and frustration that was inside of the man that was speaking stayed hidden until Jimin gives his  soft nod. Instantly everyone's grief, hatred, worry, all of it was being exhaled into the already straining air.
Even Jimin's.
With a quick motion, Jimin runs his hand through his blonde hair and lets out a breath he never realized was being held. The air was thick, eveyone could feel it, but it was a familar feeling, having it rest there on their shoulders. Everyone could feel that, too. A single hand slowly was raised, the owner was Jungkook.
"I'll resume talking," he says, finally letting through the shakeyness in his voice. Jungkook chews at his bottom lip furiously before speaking again. "Last week was even worse... I felt like crying every day. I was overwhelmed with all of my exams and then going to work immediately and trying to deal with that girl nagging in my ear all day." He buries his face into his hands, hair lifelessly flopping down to cover the tips of his slender fingers. Jimin knew that he missed most of the youngest's story, but that never seemed to worry him.
As he was talking, he would pause and raise his voice to a mockingly high octave. "Maknae, the smart one, where do I put these papers again," he spits out from between his own fingers, still resting his elbows on his knees and his face on his hands to form a hunched over, distressed college student. Jungkook gives out a huff and stays in his slumped position.
"We can move on know."
Jungkook falls backwards softly, being the only person on Jimin's bed, and was very clearly in a bad mood. The blonde blinks at the kid, noticing how he suddenly was just ever so slightly happier than when he had first tapped the bedroom door open.
[I]That would be nice.
As if reading Jimin's mind he sits back up and points directly at a mid- sigh Jimin.
"Not yet. I want you to calm down before you yell at us to move on," whispers the person to the left of Jimin; Namjoon. His mouth was finally not the upsetting line that it was when Jimin walked in, but now a functioning mouth, talking and convincing Jungkook to inhale, exhale, inhale again, hold, and then finally exhale. Everyone else simply was watching.
Jungkook raises a hand after a few rounds of controlled breathing and slowly points a crooked, soft finger at Jimin.
"I..." Jimin says with a sigh, not waiting for anymore protests about him talking. "Today was stressful. The kids never wanted to listen. No one, in fact, wanted to listen. I don't understand why." He continues, the day playing on the eyelids that he never realized had closed. He lifts his hand to his head. With a sigh, the back of his lands and rubs one of his eyes as a desperate attempt to sooth the upcoming headache he could feel pulsating in the pit of his skull.
Jimin knew when he entered the field of teaching that it would be difficult, but he never even thought that this would get to him. He had always been great with kids, he still was, so teaching kindergartners was almost always easy. Why was it so hard now?
Jimin brings his hand down and opens his eyes, satisfied with the only mild throbbing of his headache. His mouth slowly opens, goes to form words, but stops. Then repeats, only this time with success.
"I don't really understand how this is getting to me only know, but it's annoying. Why can't I come home happy like I used to?" His words contained gritt in them, and he could tell.
Jimin rubs his jaw softly to fight the hatred off from fleeing into his eyes. No one spoke as Jimin did so, acting like they had with Jungkook. He savors the silence with intakes of soft breath. His right hand raises to signal that his dread isn't over, his fingers tightening  into a fist and his toes curling in his work shoes, half-smile shifts into a empty expression.
"Yesterday, one of the highschoolers that came in to help out with work hardly helped me. I leave them in the room to watch the kids for two seconds and I can hear one of them screaming across the hall from the washrooms." Jimin drops his hand and tries to shake off his tension.
[I]That felt good.
"I walk back into the classroom and there's paint from the activity they were doing all over the floor and table," Jimin growls. "The highschooler apperantly went to take away the paint from the youngster. The little boy went to take it back and it spilled everywhere."
[I]Wow.
He doesn't know why, but it felt amazing letting that out.
No one said anything at all, but they had helped him feel like the world was taken off of his shoulders.
Nothing major happened, but he felt so much better now.
Why?
A smile, small but a smile nonetheless, ruptures onto his face and he points at Jin. Jimin's hands shake small amounts every other second or so, the sudden release of pressure and tension was huge.
But Jin shakes his head. "Taehyung asked to go," he whispers, just like Namjoon had done when speaking with Jungkook. His voice softens even more, "so he'll go next." Jimin's stomach turns, a pin feels like it's trying to cut its way out of him from just underneath his bellybutton. Blush rises on the apples of his cheeks, softly shading his face with a soft pink the same color as his lips.
The smile left with the rising of the blush, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to speak.
"Work was difficult for me, too. I don't think hitting numbers on a keyboard is a good way to forget about... things." His voice fills with sorrow when he speaks his last word. Everyone perks up instantly at the change of attitude, their expression and on edge readiness reading that they just watched their friend die.
[IC]Splash
Jimin widens his eyes.
That's it.
[I]Why can't I do anything? Why is this happening again?
Each and every memeber in their group slides closer to the crying boy, whispering words of comfort, like Jin was, or rubbing his back or leg, like Yoongi. Taehyung continues his train of tears and words that ended up as garbled sounds in Jimin's ears, like they were speaking a language that he didn't know. Panic sinks into Jimin's throat, slowly sliding down into his chest and falls into the pit of his stomach.
[I]What do I do?
He rises to his knees and crawls over to Taehyung, sits infront of him and grabs his hands. It was like he blacked out, he wasn't controlling his actions, he just did what he did.
But that didn't matter.
Taehyung's sobbing stops and his water filled eyes stay locked on Jimin's.
"Thank... you.." he chokes out.
And he smiles.
The simple act of grasping Taehyung's hands makes Jimin feel warm inside, fuzzy. He could feel Taehyung's pain as it seemed to flow into his fingers,  travel through his arms and through his shoulders, neck, torso, until it was in his whole body. It was tingle that tickles his body slightly, sends a shiver down your spine, but it was the feeling that let Jimin know how much he was helping.
And then it was gone.
Just like that.

I hope you liked it. Don't mind different things such as [I] or [C] or something. That is just an editing feature on amino that I don't feel like removing. Anyways, I hope you liked it~

Mina~