Let Go | BTS x Male

Chapter 9

Okay so this chapter isn't as long, but Colby finally has some Jimin time for those of you who have been waiting for him. I'm surprising myself with these updates though wow, this one came way sooner than I promised.

- Author-nim

Colby Pov

I froze in place, staring at the lone figure on the floor. In the back of my mind I was thinking maybe he had just fallen asleep on the floor, but I know he couldn’t have because of the way he was sprawled out. His legs were bent, looking like they had suddenly buckled underneath him and one arm was laying across his chest. It was Jimin.

I stared at him for a few seconds, then finally my legs started working and I stumbled towards him, falling to my knees. My hands hovered over him, unsure of whether or not I was supposed to touch him. “Ah...shit...shit shit shit..” I huffed. I tentatively placed one hand on his shoulder, shaking him. “Jimin-hyung. Come on, wake up.” I tapped his cheek. “Jimin..”

My chest was heaving, I was starting to panic a little. I reached in my pocket, grabbing my phone. I fumbled with it for a bit before holding down the power button. A little red battery symbol appeared, indicating that it was still dead, and the screen went black. I growled, throwing it across the room. I was so stupid, why hadn’t I charged it while I was getting ready to leave?

I inhaled deeply, and then exhaled. “Ah. Okay. Um..” I ran a hand through my black bangs, thinking about what I was supposed to do. I’ve passed out before. I just need to do what So-yi noona did. I leaned down close to his face, checking to see if he was breathing. He was. “Okay, good.”

I leaned down, grabbing him by his upper arms and tugging him into my lap. I tapped his face again, trying to get him to be responsive. “Jimin-hyung.” I pulled him so he was sitting up, back pressed to my chest. God, this was embarrassing, but I had to do what I had to do. I stretched my foot out, looping it around one of my bag handles and tugging it closer. I pulled out a water bottle with a nozzle. I tilted his head back, taking the bottle and pouring some of it into his mouth, leaning his head on my shoulder. “Jimin.’ I repeated, albeit louder. He swallowed, and my breath hitched.

“Hmm…” he groaned, nose scrunching up. He coughed, voice raspy. “Namjoon-hyung?” he mumbled. His eyes fluttered open, and he was met almost nose to nose with me. His mocha eyes widened, and his breathing sped up. They focused, landing on my face. “C-Colby-ah?”

“Uh….yeah?”

He tried sitting up better, pressing himself to my chest more. His blonde strands stuck to his forehead, and I handed him the water bottle. “Drink.” I ordered, short and blunt. He nodded his head, taking it and chugging it like he hadn’t had water in weeks.  

When he had finished, he wiped his lips, a drop hanging. I gulped, looking away.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, clearing his throat, his voice was becoming smoother, but was still quite raspy and deep. I shrugged.

“I came to practice and I found you.” I explained, quietly. He chuckled.

“Even in a situation like this, you’re still so withdrawn.” he retorted. He looked up at me, and I did my best to avoid his eyes. He reached a hand up, smoothing my hair down from when I ran my hands through it. I froze at his touch, but I couldn’t shrink away or I’d drop him. “You look so stressed.” he commented.

“Well it’s not every day you find someone passed out on the floor by themselves.” I mumbled. He wouldn’t stop looking at me. He was staring bluntly at my face, I knew he was trying to get me to look back at him but I just couldn’t. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him.