𝔹𝕋𝕊 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤: 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔸𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝟠𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣!

Regrets Pt.1~

Warning: Cussing and Angst

"Your right one! Again!"

"Again Y/N!"

"Y/N you go down on count 6, not 5!"

"Again! Y/N Again! This is the 7th time!"

"Sorry." You sighed out for, what seemed like, the 100th time.

Everyone had their off days, and yours just happened to be this one.

It had only been 2 hours since you had arrived at Korea; you were assigned to the promotions of the 'Wings World Tour' in South America.

You were the only member that spoke Spanish fluently so naturally you were assigned to promotions there. Hence, your arrival to Korea just hours prior.

It was a very exhausting and stressful job. You hadn't eaten anything in the last 2 days; the most sleep you had gotten was a 2-hour nap.

Your scheduled had been packed, and things like sleep, food, and breaks were not included. Constantly having to get on different planes to get to different locations caused your lack of sleep. Yet somehow, despite how worn out you were, you couldn't help but worry over the guys. You knew how pressuring the staff could be when a tour was right around the corner. 'Had they eaten? Were they getting enough sleep?' Were the questions that constantly ran through your head.

All the stress had started to show on your beautiful face. You were close to breaking out, there were heavy eye bags under your eyes, and your lips were painfully dry. You looked the complete opposite of healthy. 'I need to stay strong for the guys and ARMY.' Was your mentality.

One would have thought once in Korea you would be given your well-deserved break(or at least a few hours to sleep) but nope.

Your manager, being super considerate, decide you would join the boys in their 7-hour practice. There were only 2 days until the tour started, and your exhaustion mattered not.

So there you were trying to process all the dance moves but failing miserably.

Your hazy mind slowly registering the corrects steps--because of the lack of sleep--as well as the boys already thin patience, didn't mix well.

It went on like this for 2 hours. You messing up, saying sorry, not improving, only to start the process all over again. And every time this would happen the boy's patience became thinner and thinner until one snapped.

It had been the leader. All dancing seemed to come to a stop as he turned to you. A harsh glare filled exhaustion and annoyance, was set up on his face," Yah! Y/N! What part of 3, 4 do you not understand!? Aish, How many times do we have to keep repeating ourselves!"

It seemed to trigger  something in all of them, as golden maknae also chimed in.

"Like seriously we've been at this for an hour already! I'm tired. Get it together!"

"I'm sorry."

Was all you could whisper out as you stared at the ground. You through had become dry and you could already start to feel your eyes water. Embarrassment pooled at the pit of your stomach, only further pushing the need to start crying right then and there.

You apology only seems to agitated them more.  "Stop with the fucking "Sorry" Y/N just do it right! If you can't, go fucking sit down and watch!"
Jin screamed as he ruffled his hair in pure exasperation.

Everyone stared at Jin in agreement. Well almost everyone, Yoongi and Hoseok stayed silent in the back. Watching everything unfold with angry eyes.

Ouch. "Okay." You quietly mumbled as you dragged yourself to go sit down by the mirrors. You could look at anyone in the eyes. The embarrassment only seemed to fill you up more. "Like you sitting down going to help us?!" Jimin said sarcastically. The irritation look on his face said everything.

"Right." Flustered, you muttered, "I'll go to my...um...room. I'll come back when I'm ready." You said softly, turning towards the doors that lead to the hall. Everyone stared--more like glared-- at you as you slowly walked away. "What was the reason she joined again ?" Someone said through gritted teeth just as you were about to reach for the door...Taehyung. His voice loud and clear indicating he had wanted you to hear. And oh boy, had you.

You couldn't deny the fact  your heart dropped a little at the comment. You gently opened the door and quickly stepped out of the practice room. The door closing behind you with a soft click. You could only stare at your hands as you walked to your room. Your gaze becoming hazy as you cried.

'Why had they accepted you?... You were worthless.'

***

Everything was silent after you left. All the boys that had spoken, angrily turned back to their positions since they could now actually practice. That was until the second oldest hyung spoke.

"Yah! What the hell was that!"

Everyone turned to him, confusion written all over their faces." You guys didn't have to be so fucking harsh." Yoongi spoke in a calm voice yet all his words were laced with malice.

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked, "We wouldn't have to be so harsh if she could just memorize the fucking steps."

"It's true. It's not like we're learning a thirty min performance. It's just four minutes. Four. How could she not get that?" Jin said as he turned to Yoongi while crossing his arms.

Taehyung also turned to Yoongi, "We are tired, Hyung. We just want to get this over with." He spoke calmly. He sighed and started to rub his tired eyes.

"Yeah, I get it y'all are tired as fuck, so am I and so is she. But you don't see her going around acting all bitchy, do you?! What you guys said was unnecessary."

Yoongi was right the members realized. None of them could recall a moment in which you let your stress get the best of you. Never.

"It was uncalled for. She just came back from the promotions in South America. I talked to some of the make-up noonas, they said she hasn't slept or eaten in the last few days. She was worried sick about us. Y/n kept asking the manager if we were alright. I-I didn't think you guys were so fucking insensitive."

This time it had been the usually cheerful rapper. Unlike Yoongi, he didn't try to hide his discontent towards the rest of the members. His face was set on a frown and his lips were set in a ㅅ. His tone was clipped and harsh.

The members, including Yoongi, were surprised. 'You hadn't eaten in days?' Is that why you looked so pale? Why hadn't they noticed it?' Their train of thought broken when Hoseok spoke again."You guys better hope she isn't fucking crying or I swear I'll make you practice until you drop." Hoseok snapped, his voice slightly raised, "Since that was what you wanted right? to practice." He finished air quoting the last two words while rolling his eyes before walking out of the room. Suga hot on his trail. The rest stood frozen in their spot.  Guilt and regret swirled in their stomachs.

Well fuck. They had really screwed up, hadn't they?

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