Flirt | Park Jimin

1- It's Not a Big Deal

I lied motionless on the floor, panting, the only noticeable movement being the rise and fall of my chest.

"Slow down there, Jimin," scolded Hoseok, throwing a wet towel at me, "it's just rehearsal, there's no need to overwork yourself before the concert."

The towel landed right on my face, but I honestly couldn't be bothered to remove it. It was the last concert in the European leg of our Love Yourself tour and by now my body ached, my muscles burned, my feet were sore, and just the thought of lifting my arm off the floor and guiding it to my face was painful.

Wallowing in my self-induced misery, I heard the sound of feet heading in my direction, stopping right before my head. A vibrating thump followed as whoever got near brusquely sat down, spreading their legs on either side of me, trapping me in the process.

What now?

Deprived of the welcomed darkness and humidity of the towel immediately after, my eyes were greeted by the sight of a smiling Taehyung above me, boxy grin in full display flexing the muscles in the apples of his cheeks and crinkling his big eyes.

Cheeky bastard, what was he up to?

"Come on, Jimin-ah!" He exclaimed before placing his large hands on my shoulders and lifting me up mercilessly, completely ignoring my growls of pain, and quite frankly, of annoyance. He patted my back roughly, (I'd gladly throw a dictionary at his face so he could look up the word "gentle"), and proceeded to rest his head. "Get your sh*t together."

How supportive.

I let him use me as his pillow, partly because I was too exhausted to react, but mainly because as moody as I was feeling I genuinely appreciated his presence.

Taehyung's been a solid constant in my life since high school. He took me under his wing when I was labeled "the new kid with a funny accent" and introduced me to his circle of friends, making me feel accepted. He even told them off when they refused to hang out with me, ultimately choosing to spend all his time with me instead. He really was my best friend.

I smiled fondly at the memory until reality struck once again.

"I'm trying my best, Tae. I don't wanna disappoint them." I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, eyes fixed on the ground.

"Hey," he muttered softly, wrapping his arms around me, "stop being so hard on yourself. You've been working nonstop since the beginning of the tour, more than anyone else, and your performances have been amazing. Armies came here to see you happy, and enjoying yourself on stage doing the thing you love the most. So what if there's a little slip up? Mistakes are human, Jiminie. It's not a big deal."

There came that overwhelming feeling again, the feeling Taehyung never failed to give me: comfort. I leaned more into him, my body feeling at home in the warmth of his own, my eyes deliberately closing themselves. I could finally relax, my breathing could finally slow down.

"Take a break, Jimin-ah. Go get some fresh air," he whispered, his deep voice resonating in my ear, sending soothing, delightful shivers down my spine.

Persuaded by his words, I did as I was told.