BTS X Reader One-Shots

Jin

          It was one of those days where you'd refuse to leave the comfort of your bed. A day where you'd wish your boyfriend would be by your side. You had no strength to move. You weren't in a mood for anything. Tears threatened to fall as you recall the last fight you had with Jin before he left on tour. He hadn't warned you until the last moment where you caught him packing up for a few months. You accused him and his job. You just wanted your boyfriend, especially since your Parents death was nearing way too soon. A sigh escapes your lips as you pull your covers over your head. You wanted Jin by your side. Not being in a cold bed all alone. Tears crash down as you curl in a ball, a knife in your hand. You were the one who caused your parents death. You were someone who'd cause so much harm without meaning to. You didn't want to be here anymore. Not when you were left alone. "(Y/n)." A voice whispers out as a body falls right next to yours. You're grabbed and pulled on to someone's lap. Someone you knew well. "(F/n)." You whisper out in small sobs as the female pulls down the covers to reveal your tear stained cheeks. The girl gives out a sigh. "I thought you'd want me by your side." She tells you with a sad smile. You give a small nod as you wrap your arms around your best friend. "Jin actually left?" (F/n) asks in disbelief. You sadly nod. "He was angry at me. He forgot what this week is to me." You say quietly. She frowns. "He'll remember soon enough." (F/n) tells you with an grin. You shake your head. "He wouldn't be able to come how though. He's on tour." You tell the girl. Her grin instantly vanishes.

      "You'll be going to the cementary tomorrow, right?" (F/n) asks. "Yeah. I'll be there all day, tell them about whats been happening." You tell the female. "I'll go with you then. (M/n) was also a friend to me." You give a small smile and nod. "At what time though?" She asks. You frown. "Can you stay with me? I need someone by my side." You say. (F/n) smiles. "I'll call Armando. We can all go together to see (M/n) and your baby sister." You weakly smile and nod, scooting over in the bed to give your best friend some space to lay down. As she settles in, she wraps her arms around you, you face hidden by her chest. And you softly cry, her fingers gently running through your hair.

      You don't know when Armando came by, all you know is that when you woke up, you were in between both of your best friends arms. You had assumed he let himself in. A smile spreads through your lips as your head falls back onto the pillow. "We always sing at the Cementary. What will you sing this time?" Armando asks you. You shrug. "I'll force myself to look through my journal I've hidden away from Seokjin. Then I'll prepare the music beats that'll go with the song." You whisper out. You sit up and curl in a ball, tears threatening to fall. Hands fall on your shoulder. "We'll help you Baby Girl." Armando whispers as he holds your free hand. (F/n) kneels in front of you, wiping away your tears away. "You aren't alone. If Jin refuses to be by your side, we'll take his place." She says with a sweet smile. Tears rush out once more as you give out a nod. "Thank you." You whisper as your arms pull the Two people in a hug. (F/n) hugs back and Armando runs his hand through your hair. "Mind if my girlfriend comes with us?" The male asks. You smile and nod. "Mary is a friend. You don't need to ask." You say with a smile. "Now then, we need to help You with the song." (F/n) tells you with a smile as she sits on your piano stool. You nod and head towards the picture of your parents. You pick it up and your journal falls out. You reach down and grab it, hugging it close to your chest. "We take things slow?" You asks sheepishly. Your friends smile. "Take your time. It's a rough week for you. We understand if you can't come up with anything." You give out a relieved smile but it instantly vanishes. "But tomorrow is the anniversary of their deaths." You cry out. (F/n) pats your head. "We'll make it." She tells you with a smile.

      Its currently 12:30 a.m and the two managed to crash out jn your bed. You give out a small smile as you look at the lyrics in your journal. A song you had managed to write. You wanted them to hear a song that meant a lot to you. A song you wrote from the bottom of your heart. Your phone rings. A message. You grab your cell and turn it on.