BTS Oneshots i guess

jimin

I dropped my backpack on the floor recklessly in ignorance of the laptop inside it and flopped face first onto the still unfamiliar bed of my new apartment. The room was full of my junk from home, but it still didn't feel like I belonged here. Despite the walls plastered with my posters and paintings that I'd brought with me from my parents' house which was two hours away, I felt like I was staying in a stranger's house filled with all of my belongings. Like the part in Labyrinth when Sarah is near the end of the labyrinth and she finds the people living in mounds of trash who happen to have an exact replica of her room at home.

Nevertheless, I flopped.

It was only the fifth day of school. I had barely finished one week of college and I was already at the flopping-onto-my-bed-when-I-get-home point of mental exhaustion.

College sucked.

As I was about to let myself fall asleep in that position on my bed with my legs hanging over the side of the bed and my shoes still on, I heard a soft knock at the door.

"Hey, are you home?" A sweet, amazing, beautiful voice called.

My roommate slash best friend slash favourite person in the whole world, Park Jimin, poked his head inside the room after I groaned loudly in response to his knocking.

"You okay?"

"Doh Ih loofhk lihke Ih'm ohfkayh," I responded directly into the bed.

"What?"

I lifted my head, turning to look over my shoulder at him as well as I could.

"I said, 'Do I look like I'm okay?'" I pushed myself up grudgingly and sat criss-cross applesauce on the bed, my shoes still on. "College freaking sucks, I'm having extended internal panic. It hasn't gotten to the point of attacking me yet, but I have a feeling that's gonna happen in the next minute or so if I keep talking."

"That's not good." Jimin stepped into the room and closed the door behind himself, walking over to the bed with a sympathetic frown on his face.

I stared at him for a minute before I felt a lump in my throat begin to rise and looked down, wiping away the first two tears that escaped my eyes.

He manually straightened out my right leg, squatting down to untie my shoe carefully before sliding it off of my foot and setting it on the ground. He did the same with my left shoe and then sat next to me on the bed, placing his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

"I know you're really stressed and there's not really anything I can do to help, but you know I'm here for you and as your best friend, it's my duty to continue to be here if you ever need me to do something to help you with school or other possible life stresses," he said in a soothing voice.

"Right now all I want is cuddles and to cry a lot," I admitted, sniffling as I wiped away more tears.

"I can help with that."

Jimin fell backwards onto the bed, landing with a bit of a bounce, then held out his arms toward me. I laughed despite my tears and laid down beside him a bit more gently.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest securely, which just made me start to cry harder.

"You're so good. I don't deserve someone as good as you to be my best friend."

"You deserve the entire world," he told me in a breathy almost-whisper. "I wish I could give you everything. Just tell me what's going through your mind. Get it all out, baby."

"I just feel like I have so much to do and I'm never gonna get it done in time. Like, there's not enough time in the day for me to take notes on fifty pages of a textbook, write a 600-word essay, draw and start shading charcoal still life, finish gluing and framing a collage, make a self-portrait with an interactive element, and still go to work for seven hours this weekend. And I have to make and eat three healthy meals a day, call my parents every few nights, and talk to you and my other friend and sometimes the other boys every time I have free time. It's too much. I have no time to draw for myself or write my stories or read a book or bake a cake or cry about this right now. I should be studying instead of hugging you."