The concert went on well, aside from Jimin's voice cracking sometimes here and there from his coughing fit earlier. But he wasn't okay right now. He felt like he had disappointed his fans when his voice cracked.
The other members and the staff kept telling him that it was okay and he did his best. He did, but he was just so distracted with the fact that he was coughing up flowers. Fucking flowers.
If he were honest, the idol life wasn't really easy. It looks easy, they look happy, but are they happy? Is it easy? No it's not. Having to go through criticism from the smallest mistake is hard.
It was true when he said that the only thing that keeps him alive and what keeps him going is army. Their fans.
❝Jimin, it was fine, your voice cracked, so what? The fans aren't angry.❞ Taehyung uttered, patting his soulmate's back.
❝I-I know b-❞ his words were cut off by the maknae who only looked annoyed.
❝Hyung. They're not angry okay?! Stop being such a baby about it.❞ He snapped then walked away without another word.
Jimin broke down again, Jungkook never snapped at him like that ever.
❝I'll go talk to him.❞ Taehyung sighed, patting him one last time on the back then running off to the younger.
I'm all alone again. He thought. Is it going to be like this forever?
❝Jimin-ah❞ Yoongi's soft voice interrupted the silence.
He looked up but kept silent. Yoongi looked..concerned.
❝I know you're not okay. Tell me what's wrong.. I won't--I won't tell anyone, you can trust me, kid.❞ His words were laced in worry.
His relaxed face contracted into a scared one. His eyebrows were furrowed upwards, lips slightly parted, and cheeks dusted pink from the heat. His eyes started to well up with tears again.
❝C'mon, let's get you home. We'll talk in my studio. No one will be able to hear us that way.❞ He lifted Jimin up with both his arms, getting him to stand.
❝Kay,❞ Jimin whimpered, giving in to his hyung.
