"Jimin, listen to me!" Aerum shouted. "You need to stop right now! You did not mess up! You were amazing!"
"I was not, Aerum! My voice cracked for two different parts during my song!" Jimin shouted.
She bent down and made him lower his hand with the ice pack. She grabbed his cheeks and pressed her forehead against his forehead.
"Please," she whispered. Her voice cracked. "Believe in us and believe in yourself. We are not perfect. No one is perfect. It is an overrated word that is used too loosely. Nothing is perfect, Jimin."
"But I need to be, Aerum. For ARMY, for Chile," he said, closing his eyes.
"You don't need to be perfect. You showing up healthy is enough for the ARMY in Chile. They just want to see you in person," she said. "Your singing and dancing is just a plus."
"But you're perfect, Noona. You're so...perfect. Your singing, your dancing, your visuals."
"Jimin," she warned, "stop. We are not here to compare ourselves. We are here to perform and do what we love. You're here because you love performing, don't you?"
He nodded.
"Then suck it up. We all make mistakes. Be happy your voice didn't crack for the entire song. Be happy you didn't slip on stage. Be happy you have people who love you," Aerum said, backing away from him. "Listen to my words, Jimin. You'll get nowhere in life if you're a perfectionist and you hold onto every small thing."
Jimin nodded sadly, watching as she walked back into the dressing room.
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"Jungkook?" Aerum softly asked.
Of course, he couldn't hear her through his heavy heartbeat and the screams of ARMY.
She walked up to him and kneeled down, pressing her hand to his forehead. "You're really hot, Jungkook. I don't think it's just the temperature in the room. How are you feeling?"
"Tired, hot, dizzy," he croaked out.
"You're sick, Jungkook," she said. "You need to rest."
"I can't, Noona. I have to sing in ten minutes. I can't let them down."
Aerum sighed. "Not you too," she whispered. She closed her eyes, feeling the tears come out. "Why can't you all realize your limits and know when to stop? What can't you all just know that you're human? You're not robots."
She was a mess. Her tears were falling down her face. She collapsed onto her butt on the floor and tilted her head up, covering her right eye with her hand. Jungkook was a breathing mess. He collapsed back onto the couch, sweating and groaning.
Hoseok and Namjoon walked into the room, seeing Jungkook on the couch and Aerum on the floor.
"Shit," Hoseok whispered.
He helped Aerum up and held her to his chest, as Namjoon checked up on Jungkook.
"It's okay, Aerum," Hoseok whispered. "We're here for you."
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War of Hormone | BTS
Fanfiction[eighth member au] In which the only female is loved by her seven male members, but problems rise when someone begins to like her a little bit too much. "Noona, come love me!" "I feel the roast coming." "Jungkook, don't wake her up! She's sleeping...
