𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

BTS

You make eye contact with your reflection, shoulders moving up and down with each laboured breath you take. The light in the dusty practice room casts a sickly glow on you as you run your gaze down your imperfect body.

Work on losing fat in the arms and legs.

Make your moves sharper, you're too slow and floppy.

Cut a few meals out, you eat too much.

You tell yourself all these things as you push yourself to stand, staggering to the speaker situated in the corner of the room. Being the eighth member of an all boy group that's already so famous is stressful beyond explanation.

One flaw in your presentation as an idol and the boys are done for.

Not the mention, some of the more judgemental ARMY are more than ready to tear you down at the sight of one mistake.

So you press play, making it to the centre of the practice room just as the song starts. Your body moves accordingly, hitting each move in time with the music and only making few mistakes.

But for you, a few is too much.

The dingy clock hanging above the door says it's nearly one in the morning but your shrug it off, focusing on the song and your tainted reflection. You go to perform the kick, misjudging the landing and falling to the floor.

You didn't feel like you hurt anything yet tears still fall down onto your cheeks, the drops limitless as you harshly wipe at your skin.

You'll never be perfect or good enough. Never.

"Y/N?" A delicate voice calls, a head of familiar soft, black hair peeking out from behind the door. "I heard a noise. What are you doing down here?"

Jimin stalks over to you, crouching down so his hand rests on your shoulder. He notice the tears rolling down your cheeks, using his hand to tilt your chin up. His gaze softens at the sight of you, thumb instinctively reaching to wipe the tears away.

"What's wrong, baby?" He mumbles, catching you when you throw yourself into his arms, body shaking with the force of your sobs. You don't see him dial Jin and you don't hear him tell the eldest to bring everyone else.

You can only hear the negativity and hate creeping maliciously around your form, slowly dragging you under and under, making it hard to breathe.

"It's going to be okay. I'm here," Jimin consoles, his free hand running down your back soothingly. His touch calms you down, the exhaustion catching up with you.

You can barely close your eyes before a disheveled looking Jungkook barges into the room, eyes wild. "Where is she?" He demands, voice husky from just being woken up. You lift your head up from Jimin's chest, a few lone tears rolling slowly down the side of your face.

"C'mere," he beckons, holding his arms out. The others pile in, leaving you with Jungkook so they can find out what happened.

You slowly stand, your muscles aching in protest. You make it half way before your legs give out and you tumble to the floor. Jungkook's hands grab onto your arms just in time, your body being pulled up to meld with his in a hug.

"You're overworking yourself, bub," he says, tone laced with concern. You whimper out in pain, tightening your weak hold around him as he strokes your hair.

"Y/N, you need to tell us what's wrong." You recognise the voice as Yoongi's, your head turning to meet the eyes of the slightly pissed male.

"M'sorry. My dancing wasn't good this week so I came in to practice more. I think I just got carried away," you rush out, looking away before he can pry for more.

"We know that's not true," Taehyung states, wrapping his arms around Jungkook so they wrap around you too.

You stay silent, looking at Jungkook's shoes instead. The younger removes himself from you to smile as Jin sits himself on the floor, patting his lap. Hoseok and Namjoon flank his sides, making it clear that no-one is leaving until they get an explanation.

You sit yourself down on Jin's lap, leaning against his chest. "You can tell us. We won't judge."

Namjoon takes your hand in his, using his thumb to rub slow and gentle circles on your skin. Hoseok massages the back of your neck, staring at you glumly.

"I'm not good enough," you whisper, loud enough for them all to hear in the dead silence.

"What?" Yoongi snaps, lowering himself to grab a strand of your hair. "What do you mean not good enough?"

"I mean, I don't want to drag you guys down and ruin what you have. I want to be as perfect as you all and make ARMY proud instead of mad."

"Aw, sweetie," Jin coos, pressing a tender kiss to your head. "You're doing more than enough to get yourself stronger and better. There's nothing to be worried about."

"Besides, we'll make sure everyone sees you for the gem that you are," Namjoon adds, smiling warmly at you.

"You sure?" You ask uneasily, the corners of your lips tugging upwards a little.

"Always," Hoseok concludes, blowing you a kiss.