One More || BTS 8th Member

~10~

A/N- Things about to get angsty yo

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The next few weeks were a constant routine of going to the company, attending classes and coming back to the dorm where everyone just fell asleep because they were so tired. And Kris could feel the effects of the diet on him. On his body and on his mind. It couldn't possibly be healthy to loose so much weight in so little time, right? 

Kris was used to eating whenever and whatever he wanted to. It was also a way from him to release his stress. And not being able to do it left him feeling bad. And cranky. Kris had never felt so cranky in his life. He had almost wanted to yell at one of the members for a stupid thing that didn't matter now. 

Kris was also used to his privacy. He was used to having a room to himself and not have to worry about interacting with other people. But he had to live with the boys 24/7 and only god knew how he was on the edge of just screaming. The training was exhausting in on itself, add human interaction into the mix and Kris just wished his brain would explode so that he could finally rest. 

But Kris didn't fail to notice how everyone else was stressed as well. Namjoon had visible bags under his eyes. Yoongi-hyung's eyes were always bloodshot due the lack of sleep. Jin was constantly stressed about catching up to others and get better in singing and dancing as soon as possible. Hoseok was constantly depressed and you could barely see him smile anymore. And who knows how Jungkook was managing all alone in a foreign country.

One night Kris was trying to sleep. You would think that after being so exhausted he would find it easy to fall asleep but alas. Then he suddenly had a thought. And then he could not wait another moment. He gently pushed off Jin's arm off of him and got off the bed. A look at the clock told him it was almost three in the morning. Kris scavenged a small flashlight and quietly closed the dorm door behind.

Seeing the darkness in the corridor made Kris swallow in fear. Did he have to do this in the dark? Yes, he did. He was at the point that he wouldn't hesitate to sleep in the corridor just to get some space from the boys. He ended up not using the torch as he walked down the corridor towards the stairs which he knew led to the roof. Heart pounded in his chest when Kris saw that the door didn't have a padlock. He slid the lock open and pushed the door outwards.

Cold air immediately assaulted his senses and he felt right at home, as if he was back in India. He walked towards the edge and saw the lights decorating the city. He looked up and he saw the stars. He took a deep breath and let the cold air wake him up. Kris immediately felt relaxed. The sky never changed where ever you went. That was the one think he could count on always being there.

Kris remembered when he was back home in India, he would go to the roof when ever he wanted to escape his problems or just to relax. He'd sit there just watching the sunset, and sometimes he would sit for three hours just listening to the music and looking at the constellations in the sky. On the roof he could pretend that he was alone, that this place was his own small world. Just for this one single moment none of his problems existed. The wind whipped his hair around and fluttered his clothes. 

Ah, finally. Kris thought to himself. Finally I'm alone.

Away from the boys, away from the pretending no one's stressed or crying to sleep. Away from from pretending to be fine. 

He didn't have to pretend anymore.

So Kris sat down in the middle of the roof.

And he cried.