BTS YoonMin Imagines - Collection 2

Distance

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This is the first story in the YoonMin Imagines Collection 2!

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Jimin:

The sun was shining bright with only a few clouds scattering the blue sky. Birds flew freely through the small breeze. The air was chill. It was a beautiful day for a reunion.

The giant SUV was cramped with the four vocalists of Bangtan and our managers, the excitement and nerves nearly overwhelming. We were parked out on a private runway tucked underneath an overhang next to the airport; their jet was going to land any minute now.

I was going to see him again. He would be there with me in the flesh. I would finally be able to see him, touch him, hold him, smell him... kiss him. After six months, I would have Yoongi in my arms again.

ONE WEEK AGO

"Jiminnie," Taehyung said. I didn't bother looking up from my untouched bowl of supper as I hummed in response. "You haven't eaten anything since this morning." I nodded my head as my chopsticks picked at the cold ramen in my bowl. I could feel Jin, Jungkook, and Taehyung's eyes drilling into me the longer I sat in silence. I was in no mood to talk let alone talk about my feelings.

For six months now, Yoongi has been in the U.S. with the rest of the rap line working his ass off to meet with different American rappers and producers to get their advice for improvements on the latest album. None of them wanted to go; none of the them saw the need to. The three were perfectly fine working on their own, but Bang-PD was a very stubborn and persistent man. This trip would give the entire group publicity, and that was all PD-nim wanted; to get his boys known.

They have spent countless hours fixing and re-recording and rewriting nonstop. I rarely saw him and when I did see him over video call, he looked awful; dark circles under his eyes, very pale, tired beyond belief. I was trying to not let it bother me and let him work, but I was worried out of my mind. He had never gotten like this before and I couldn't stop my nerves from getting the best of me.

"Okay, Park Jimin," Jin said authoritatively, "what the hell is wrong with you?" I shook my head and set down my chopsticks, rubbing my eyes to try and get rid of the stress and worry clouding my brain. "Don't deny it. We can all tell something's wrong." I let out a heavy sigh and looked up to see my friends watching me worriedly.

"I'm just worried about the others," I said.

"You mean you're worried about, Yoongi hyung?" I nodded at Jungkook's question.

"All three of them have been in America for so long, and they never stop working." Jin averted his gaze to the table as my words made him think about his own boyfriend Namjoon. Knowing those two, neither of them do well with being away from each other for long periods of time.

"I'm just worrying that they're gonna overwork themselves." The whole table nodded in agreement. "I don't want Yoongi slipping back into depression again because he's so stressed out." All three of the rappers have a tendency to work until they can't anymore. But I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand by and watch that happen. I love them all, and I can't stand to see them in any sort of pain; mental and physical. I don't know what I would do with myself if Yoongi became depressed again because of all his stressing and worrying he's doing and I did nothing about it. But this was out of our control. Yoongi couldn't just buy himself a plane ticket to come see me, and neither could I to him. We had to be patient, no matter how much it was killing us.