Jimin loved Jungkook. Everyone knew this, except for his brilliantly oblivious friend, of course. Despite the countless fantasies he found online that eventually led to their fictional marriage and a relationship he could only dream of that made him flush and bury himself in the covers almost every night, he knew that they were all simply hopeless fever dreams. They would never happen. Never.
Because everyone knew that Jungkook liked Taehyung. Hell, he ran off with him and left after flinging numerous seemingly harmless insults at Jimin for hours on end.
And that's how everything's going to be, he thought to himself, for fucking ever.
Until one day.. it wasn't.
❝Min!! Two minutes till you go out on stage.❞
He glanced behind him and smiled at the kind stage staff member.❝Got it, I'll be right back!❞
The crowd roared on outside, excited to see their idols.
How many of them are out there? Jimin chuckled as he entered the bathroom, the sound of the crowd effortlessly penetrating through the tiled mirror and calmly combed a finger through his hair in an attempt to fix it, but slowly brought his hand down as he felt his throat start to tighten.
❝W-what..❞ His shoulders heaved and his knuckles whitened from gripping the edges of the sink too hard as violent coughs started to rip out of him. He suddenly felt something soft on the edge of his tongue and gingerly took what appeared to be a petal of a white rose partially drenched in blood.
His eyes widened and he paled, shaking his head repeatedly. ❝This can't be happening.. no--❞ He leaned forward again and coughed out another petal, redder than the last one.
He stared at it in disbelief and slowly backed up until his back had reached the wall, dropping the petals in the process. He watched as they gracefully fell to the floor and held his head in his hands.
He had read about this phenomenon somewhere, though he couldn't exactly recall it at the moment.
For a few seconds, all he could hear was the thump of his heart against his chest. He shut his eyes closed and tried to steady his breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale--
❝Min?❞Taehyung softly rapped on the door, his voice low. ❝Are you okay?❞
Jimin shot a panicked look at the door before realizing who was behind it and quickly picked up the petals, hastily stuffing them in his pockets.
❝I'm--I'm fine.❞Jimin's voice was slightly hoarse.
Taehyung frowned on the other side of the door. ❝You sure? You sound.. horrible.❞
Jimin opened the door and cleared his throat. ❝I said I'm fine. Let's go.❞
He walks past Taehyung and runs his fingers through his hair a few times before turning around with a reassuring smile.
❝I'm okay, really. Don't worry about me, Tae.❞
❝If you say so, Min. Here, have some water.❞ Taehyung grabs a water bottle from the cooler and offers it to him.
❝Thanks,❞ he grinned before opening the bottle and downing it all at once.
❝Woah, you must be really thirsty.❞ he took the bottle from his tiny hands and threw it at the trash.
❝Let's go,❞ he took his wrist and pulled him-not too hard-to the stage.
Jimin smiled as soon as they entered the stage, amazed that this many ARMYs made it tonight.
❝ARMY!❞ he greeted through the mic. Their fans' response was quick. Mostly screams were hear through out the place.
❝Are you ready?!❞ Jungkook said enthusiastically.
Namjoon spun to face Jimin, slinging an arm over his shoulder. ❝You okay? Took you long to get here.❞ He asked worried.
Jimin pursed his lips before speaking. ❝Yeah. I'm fine.❞ He tried convincing Namjoon, and himself.
Maybe I can tell someone, he thought. Maybe Yoongi hyung would know what to do
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