Brotherly Love (BTS X READER) *Book 1*

Lotion

NOTICE: Pretty important authors note at the end, so please do at least skim it. It has to do with the story line.

     "Now what should we do with you two?" you wondered aloud. Namjoon and Taehyung were in no condition to continue practicing, as they were both injured and beyond exhausted. Whatever adrenaline they had while fighting had run out by the time you had finished yelling at them, and they were left to be aching piles of mush.

     "You can take this one (Y/N), I need to go have a smoke," Jin sighed, taking his leave from the room. You sighed as well, feeling somewhat exasperated to know that the work of solving the issue at hand was dumped on you. It wasn't that you hadn't expected to fix it yourself anyways, but knowing that you were expected to do so made you feel exhausted enough to just lie down and take a nap right there. As you let out another frustrated huff of air, you felt a hand lightly rest on your arm.

     "Are you... okay?" Jimin muttered quietly to you, looking into your eyes with concern underlying in his expression. You hesitated for a second before nodding tiredly. It really had turned out to be quite a long day for you, and you still had a while to go. You had just gotten back from school after all, and they usually practiced until 8 or later.

     Jimin could see how worn out you looked, and it kind of made him wonder what school was like for you. He had noticed ever since you had started going there again that you seemed awfully tired. After all, you often had to stay up late with them in the practice room since you couldn't leave without them. He had even seen you laying on the hard floor napping while they were working on occasion. However tired you already were must have only gotten worse after having to deal with the members as soon as you got back. Jimin almost felt a little guilty for putting you through all that, even though he himself hadn't done anything to you. Something inside of him absolutely hated seeing you look so drained, but he had been anti-social for so long that he was at a complete loss of what he could possibly do to help you. All he could do was watch on in dismay.

     "Oh, I completely forgot I left that in the hallway. Thanks for grabbing it, Jimin-oppa," you said, breaking said male out of his thoughts. He gripped the shoulder strap of your backpack in his left hand while his other hand still rested on your arm. Jimin had almost forgotten that he had meant to bring it over to you, he was so lost in his thoughts. It seemed to happen with him a lot. Even though he had gotten an answer to one of his biggest questions just the night before when the two of you became friends, he still couldn't help but get lost in thoughts about you. At that point, Jimin was sure he would never understand why you plagued his mind so much, but it continued to confuse him nonetheless. What business did he have constantly thinking of a child? Did that mean he cared about you? It was just another unanswered question, sure to run about his mind for who knows how long.

     He finally removed his hand from your arm, bringing up his other one to offer your backpack to you. You plucked it from his grip and slung it over your shoulder, leaving Jimin behind to go place your bag by your designated chair.

     "Okay, guys," you turned around and walked to the other side of the room, addressing the two beaten males. "Let me assess your injuries."

     You approached Taehyung first, as expected, and gingerly lifted up his left arm, eliciting a wince from him.

     "What hurts?" you asked, looking up into his eyes. You were kneeling in front of the man, whom you assumed was too weak to stand at the moment. He muttered a low "everything," and you sighed once more.

     "Okay, then what hurts the most?"

     You felt like a fancy doctor, examining Taehyung's bumps and bruises and sore muscles. It was almost as though you were a small child playing "doctor's office" on the play ground.