Thank You, I'm Sorry | Yoonjin

Chapter 4

Jimin POV

As the seven of us get ready backstage, we've already finished the soundcheck and are now getting makeup and hair done. We've already changed and everything, time quickly dwindling for when we need to be heading out on stage for the first song.

To say I'm terrified would be an understatement right now. I'm scared to go out and perform, knowing all eyes are gonna be solely on the seven of us. Everyone will catch it if I make a mistake and it'll be the last thing everyone remembers of me, is how I fucked up my very last show. Not only that, but it's my last night here, last night with the boys, with Yoongi. After tonight's show, there will no longer be a Park Jimin for the haters to bitch about. I'll be long gone and out of this world, ending all of my pain and suffering tonight. Granted, I'm excited for it all to finally end tonight. To know that I don't have to worry anymore about what people will say, won't have to worry about what I'm going to mess up next, if I'm doing the right thing or not, if I'm making an embarrassment out of myself or not. I don't have worry about any of it anymore. But, it also means that I won't have anymore time with Yoongi hyung. Means that tonight's my last night with him. And I couldn't be more heartbroken over that. I hate that I'm letting him down, that I'm cheating my way out of this shithole, but I'm tired of it. I can't keep doing this anymore. I just worry for the state that it'll be leaving him in...

Taking a deep breath to try and calm myself, not needing to cry right before going onstage after I've already gotten my makeup done. It would upset and frustrate our stylists to no end if I fucked it up like that.

Biting my lower lip as I sit at the back of the stage waiting for the others, wondering what I can do. I wanna make it up to Yoongi, wanna try and express just a little bit of how I feel. There's no way I could confess to him. Not tonight, not now, especially not when I know what's coming this evening after the show. But something to show him how I feel, something to let him know how much he means to me.

"Hey, Jiminie. You ready for this? Ready to go out there and amaze the hell out of everyone?"

I smile softly at the sound of Yoongi's voice, looking up at him lightly. He's got his beautiful gummy smile on full display at the moment as he joking pretends to try and dance his way over to me. I can't help but giggle at the sight, appreciative for my hyung always trying to cheer me up and keep me in a good mood before the show.

"I think you're the one that's gonna be amazing everyone with those crazy dance skills. Damn, hyung, you might be showing me up if you keep at it like that." I joke around with him, earning that gorgeous laughter of his that I love hearing so much. He just grins, shaking his head at me as he walks over and picks me up, setting me down on his lap as he takes my seat.

"I think you've got the right idea of being out here instead of in the dressing room right now. Tae's getting into it with Hobi and Jungkook about one of the dances and Namjoon is trying to mediate. Poor Jin hyung can't escape since they're working on his makeup and hair right now." Yoongi says with a sigh, making me frown a bit.

"It's the last show too. Couldn't they keep it together for just this last one?" I mumble with my frown. Yoongi smiles at this though, reaching up and running his fingers through my already finished hair. I roll my eyes at this despite the smile that forms, somewhat enjoying and amused by the fact that Yoongi always does this. Always messes my hair up just the littlest bit after the stylists have worked on it, and it pisses them off every single time.

"Come on, you two. It's time." Namjoon calls from the edge of the back of the stage before disappearing once more. We both nod at this, the two of us standing up together. However, before Yoongi can lead us to where we need to be, I pull him back gently by the hand that he's holding onto mine with. He stops, looking back at me in confusion. Taking a quick deep breath, it's now or never.

Taking a step forward, I quickly close the gap between us and place my lips on his. My heart pounds out of my chest at the action and I grow lightheaded as I feel his lips mold to mine in the most perfect of way. It's a short kiss, not lasting too long, not wanting to get us both in trouble, but it's enough to get me feeling high as we pull away.

"I'm so sorry, Yoongi." I mumble as I step in front of him, our hands still joined as I begin leading us to where we're supposed to be already.