BTS YoonMin Imagines - Collection 2

Anxious

Hello!

Just a single chapter imagine this time, my lovelies. But I promise you'll uwu til it hurts.

I'm sorry if there are editing issues, it's 12:30 AM and I promise I'll fix them tomorrow lmao 💜

Enjoy!

Backstory
The boys of Bangtan had been at a fan meet nearly all day and by the time they got back to the dorm, Yoongi's anxiety was far from under control...

Jimin's POV:

"Yoongi hyung! Where are you going?" Yoongi stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned back to our maknae who was looking up at his hyung with his beady, bunny eyes.

"I'm just gonna go change," Yoongi said, his smile becoming strained with every passing second.

"DON'T BE LATE FOR DINNER OR IMMA COME FIND YOU AND BEAT YOU WITH A SPOON!" Yoongi chuckled at Jin's remark that was bellowed from the kitchen.

"I won't!" he replied. I watched as Yoongi turned back around and ran a visibly shaking hand through his silver hair. In fact, his entire body was shaking. No matter how hard he tried to hide it around the members, I could always tell when Yoongi's anxiety started to boil over and send him on the verge of an anxiety attack.

Fan meets have always been the thing that drains Yoongi the most. He had to wear a smile, be kind, hold hands with strangers, and talk nearly all day, and even though he was happy to do it for ARMY, he still always seemed to push his body to the absolute limit. I do my best to make sure he takes breaks and relaxes during sessions, but that could only do so much to keep his anxiety at a survivable level.

I quickly jogged across the room from the kitchen doorway and made my way up the steps to gently touch Yoongi's shoulder. He slowly turned his head and offered me the best smile he could muster which only broke my heart more. I slid his bag off his shoulder and settled on my own, grabbing his trembling hand and lacing his long fingers with my small ones. I led him up to our room in silence, knowing that if Yoongi wanted to talk, he would say something.

I kept a gentle hold on his hand as I opened the door to our room and let him walk in first before I closed the door behind us and hung our bags up on the wall. I wasn't surprised when he became hesitant to let go; he likes to be close to me during times like this, and of course I always comply. I cautiously walked in front of him and put my free hand on his chest, making his gaze leave the floor and find mine.

"Let's put on some comfy clothes," I said softly. "Then we can relax until dinner, okay?" Yoongi let out a soft breath through his nose and nodded lightly. I offered him a small smile - which he did his best to return - before gently squeezing his hand in comfort and leading him over to the closet to get changed. Yoongi ended up bare-chested in a pair of black sweatpants that clung to the ankles while I opted for boxers and a loose, green t-shirt: a comfortable attire that was much needed after such a long day.

When I made a move to walk to the bed, a massive hand grabbed mine and kept me still. His smile was completely gone with a tired expression in its place. He looked up at me with wide and damp eyes as he tried to breathe on his own, but it was getting more difficult with every passing second.

"I'm right here," I cooed, "I'm not leaving you." Yoongi licked his lips and started to nibble on his bottom one, giving me a small nod as he reddened the fatty flesh. Yoongi followed closely behind as I walked over to the bed and set him down on the edge. I walked over to our bedside table to plug in the fairy lights in the outlet behind it and turn out the lamp, giving the room a comfortable glow. I plugged up my phone to the small speaker beside our clock and turned on some slow, soothing music at a low volume before I made my way back over to the bed at a steady pace and took my time to walk to the opposite where Yoongi was sitting. His leg was bobbing up and down at rapid pace, nearly making the bedside table start to shake. His smile was completely gone with a tired expression in its place.