Again, Jimin dropped to his knees on the wooden floor. He sighed out in frustration, wiping the sweat from his forehead before lifting his head up and staring at himself in the mirror.
He looked exhausted — and that was exactly how he felt, he'd been in this practice room for 5 hours now, endlessly practicing the same choreography over and over again. He hadn't improved, he hadn't fixed any of his major mistakes — only the minor ones. And it was getting to his head.
To one side stood Jungkook, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Jimin go over the choreography. Every time Jimin messed up, Jungkook sigh. And it happened again; and again; and again.
"We've been over this for 5 hours now, hyung." Jungkook suddenly spoke up, gaining the attention of Jimin on him. "What's so hard about it?"
"Maybe because instead of helping me, you continue to stand there and watch me — which makes me feel under pressure!" Jimin snapped back, standing back up onto his feet before stretching out his arms. "God... why is this so difficult?"
Jungkook gave no response. He only shook his head, running a hand through his hair tiredly. He then moved away from the wall, stretching out his limbs as well.
"Can we not just go home?" Jimin then asked, pouting his lips together, "I'm exhausted! And if I carry on like this I could potentially hurt myself."
"Hobi-hyung will tell us off again. He'll accuse me of not helping you—"
"That's exactly what you've been doing!" Jimin suddenly interrupted, anger in his eyes as he glared at Jungkook. "You've offered me no help whatsoever! Of course Hoseok-hyung will accuse you of being completely useless!"
Jungkook fell silent, staring at Jimin with quite a bit of shock. He suddenly felt a weight of guilt fall onto his shoulders — causing him to sigh before turning away from Jimin. "Let's go home then..." He murmured.
The walk back was quiet, neither Jimin or Jungkook dared speak a word. The mood was grim and they cared not to try and fix it. When they got back to the dorms, all the lights were turned off — making it apparent that everyone had gone to sleep by now. So they walked through the hallway in even more silence, not daring to make a sound that could potentially wake their fellow members.
Until...
"Jimin..." Jimin turned his head to look up at Jungkook, showing no emotion in his expression whatsoever. "Can we talk?... In my room?" Jimin nodded, letting Jungkook take ahold of his wrist gently and lead him to his bedroom.
They lay down together on Jungkook's bed, laying side by side — which made the atmosphere very awkward.
Jimin heard Jungkook let out a sigh, he then felt Jungkook turn onto his side, and he too turned so that they were now face to face.
"I'm sorry for how I treated you earlier, hyung..." Jungkook spoke softly, keeping his gaze away from Jimin, refusing to make eye contact due to how guilty he felt for his actions. "I know it was bad... I should've helped you."
"It's okay Kookie..." Jimin lifted his small hand up, cupping Jungkook's cheek with it. He stroked his cheek softly with his thumb, offering the younger a sympathetic smile. "I'm glad that you understand the impact of your actions... it's good to learn from your mistakes."
Jungkook lifted his gaze, staring at Jimin. He then smiled at his hyung, wrapping his arms around his waist. "I'm glad you've forgiven me, hyung!" He said happily, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Alright, alright." Jimin giggled, closing his eyes and leaning into Jungkook's hug, pressing their bodies together. "Don't push your luck."
"Okay hyung!"
—
𝓨𝓮𝓮𝓽, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭.
