𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜 || 𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚

Chapter Two

Jimin:

Waking up is no longer the pleasure it was. My lids that were drooping and leaden with sleep, snap open as violently as if I'd been woken by a frightful scream. Within seconds of realizing the time, I am on my feet, eyes wide, a beautiful dream erased from my memory. And oncomes the flood of panic in my gut as the arm of the clock strikes again.

9:45...

"Ah-Shi-bal!"

I cursed, it was rare that I use such repulsive language, however given the crashing waves of panic that uncomfortably moved either side of my stomach; also that my left eye drooped lazily and the hair on the back of my head was matted down to my skull, the entirety of my body completely exposed, from the split end of my hair down to the shortened size of my toe-nails was completely nude, and that I have only fifteen minutes to dress myself and look visibily appeasing, I believe it is in my every right that I use such unpleasant language.

I grab my phone, six missed calls, four voice messages and over thirty text messages, all of which consist of the same purpose:

Hyung, where are you?

Are you still sleeping?!?!

You are going to miss rehersals.

Jimin?!?!

With each message, came another overwhelming grip of panic, and another second wasted. I briskly pulled on the handle to a chest of drawers, taking out the first T-Shirt available which I threw over my head, and the first pair of trousers that hung loosely out of the drawer. I threw my entire body inside the bathroom, turning the tap clockwise and cupping both my hands beneath the fall of cold water. I splashed the water on my face, scrubbing at my eyes and cheeks so that I became more alert and looked as though I had a decent night sleep.

I mistakenly turned back to the clock.

...9:53

If I spend another wasted second standing around, my members will be angry with me and Namjoon-hyung will have to lecture me on time management. I grunt, rushing towards the door where I slipped on a pair of trainers that were two sizes too big. Fortunately, the destination of our hotel was situated at a reasonable distance from where I needed to be. If I was to use the elevator, perhaps I could make it just a few minutes after time, however if I were to take the stairs, there is a high chance that I would also be a few moments late as I would have to waste another few moments catching my breath. However, if I were to appear looking as though I was rushing, then perhaps my members would spare the intervention.

I came to a quick conclusion to take the stairs, I pushed through the door and held onto the banister as I rushed, skipping over one step, down three flights of stairs that took me to the reception.

• • •

The door burst open, an echo of solid steel travelled through the entire arena, almost every person inside batted an eyelid at the sight within the doorway. There, stood Jimin, his cheeks where faded pink and puffy, he had an uneven hairline and one side of his hair was matted to his skull, each item of clothing was too big. You could almost see the shape of his heartbeat in his chest, he appeared very pale, almost ghost-like, and his knees began to tremble as though each nerve below his waist was gradually losing control.

• • •

I avoided as much eye-contact as possible, yet if I were to lower my head anymore then I would lose my sense of direction. I approached my members shamefully.

Jimin?!?!

Where have you been?

Are you wearing my clothes?

Jimin-hyung, I can see your d...

...Dude, you almost missed rehersals.

Immediately, I was bombarded with questions. I whined, flopping my arms in front of me and dragging my feet to the closest chair.

"I know, I am sorry. I just, accidentally, slept in. I didn't get much sleep last night."

My members gathered; Jungkook behind whom began 'fixing' my hair, Taehyung and Hooseok who sat to my left, Seokjin and Yoongi to my left and Namjoon infront of me, where he then made eye-contact and I had an anxious feeling within my gut that I was in trouble.

"We don't have to perform tonight, if you don't feel up to it. No one will be angry with you." Namjoon assured.

"Except me" Chimed in Jungkook who rubbed his hands together with a strand of my hair. "They are giving out free food".

Had it not been for my lack of breathe and need for water, I perhaps would have had more of a humourous reaction to the maknae, but I simply shook my head with a sigh.

"I am up to it. I'm sorry for being late." I apologetically responded. In spite of being pardoned, I still felt somewhat guilty. My members had expectations for me and I did not fulfill that. I felt entirely guilty, but mostly embarrassed as tonight was highly important. Yoongi could read my expression like an open book. He mirrored a similiar apologetic look, and his eyes exude sympathy and understanding. I was making a lot of minor mistakes lately, however as minor as they were, it did not correrlate with the impact. I was not getting as much sleep, I always arrived late or I did not perform my best. I worried that I was sick, or maybe perhaps I had not enough time to rest and regain energy, but nothing changed weeks later. Yoongi stood and gently tapped my back, replacing where Seokjin sat as he spoke with Jungkook who finally stopped playing with my hair.

"Don't worry about it. Rest. Focus on tonight."

"I am trying, hyung. I don't want to let anyone down." I became much quietier yet, I spoke freely with Yoongi. He was perhaps the only one sometimes who did not find some element of humour in my problems.

"What's the worse that could happen?" He replied, so confidently before our conversation was interrupted by Namjoon who demanded all of our attention. I remained seated, whilst my other members turned towards our leader.

"Alright, so we will perform DNA and Spring Day. After our performance, there is an annoucement to be made, however production have asked that if possible, can we please return back to our table as soon as possible."

We nodded.

"What's the rush?" asked Hoseok.

"Blackpink are performing after us and production need to manage the stage. We'll have to give the girls some space."

Again, we nodded. In the midst of Namjoon talking, repeated the question from Yoongi, and as simplistic as it was, it still began to bother me.

What's the worse that can happen?