Yoongi POV
Guilt is no my friend today, especially as Jimin makes me weigh myself in front of him.
"It's a three digit number, I swear Jimin," I groan, sitting on the edge of the sink, "I don't want to see it."
"But I do, babe," he says, holding my hands in his, "I won't judge, trust me. I promise you, it'll be okay. We've both been doing well."
"More you then me," I mutter, "But fine, I do trust you. There isn't much of me to judge."
I chuckle, but recurve a playfully hit to the cheek, "Ah stop it Yoongs."
He jerks his head towards the scale, "get on, you're gonna worry me the more you procrastinate with this."
I let out a groan, and step on. I tilt my head up, and don't look at the number. He looks at me, and shakes his head as I step off.
"You haven't been purging?" He asks, as my face goes blank, "You have?"
I shake my head, "No, Just a bit..a bit of a fucked feeling that you'd think that of me. Especially after everything, Jimin."
I stare down, "It can't be that bad, right? It's three digits, yeah?"
He nods, "Yeah, hardly. You really overwork yourself, and it just worries me more because you're oblivious to it."
"We all overwork ourselves," I add in, sighing at him.
"Not as much as you do," he says, pulling himself onto me, "you're a drug to yourself, a-and to me."
I gulp, "Babe, I'm gonna sleep. We have a big day tomorrow, and I don't feel too well now."
He nods, "I'm sorry, I was rude..."
"No, it's okay baby," I say, as I get into the bed. "Come join me?"
He nods, and climbs in. He cuddles me gently, still afraid to break me. But I really wasn't that bad.
I turn my face to his, and peck his lips softly, "What number was on it, baby?"
"I thought you didn't want to know," he states, smiling lightly at me, "Are you sure you want to now?"
I assure him, "I'll regret not asking."
"108," he says, "It's better then before, but you're meant to be much more, Yoongs. I'm sorry, but it's at least another ten pounds. The group, and producer all agree, yeah?"
"You too baby," I say, "You can't be much more."
He shrugs. "I know, but still more then you. Once I get over that irrational fear in me; I'm okay. You can be, too."
I close my eyes, and sigh, "Goodnight babe. I love you, sweet dreams."
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Namjoon POV
I glance at Jin, who still seems pretty pissed at me. In all my years with him, I've never seen him look so sad. Jin was always bright and happy; maybe not like Hoseok, but he was bright. It is our fault, but it's not like we can just pretend none of us are dating and love each other in that way.
I look at him, and finally speak up, "You excited for Run BTS?"
He chuckles, "Yes, very. I heard it's an art one. You can all create masterpieces for your boyfriends. Sounds nice, huh?"
"Jin, please don't be like this," I say, as I scoot closer to him, "It's not all like that, didn't you start talking to that guy?"
He nods, "Yeah, just a bit last night. He's great, but it's not that easy for me. Alright? I'm not a massive charmer."
I chuckle, "I think you are. A pure charmer, and good at it. You can make all of us blush."
He smiles briefly, "I guess that is true."
"We're here!" Hoseok chimes, as we all exit the SUV rapidly.
I walk in with Hoseok and Jin, and we all gather at a table together. It sure is an art studio, I wonder what we're going to make. I hope Jin will enjoy it, I will make sure of it.
"On today's Run BTS, you'll all be assigned a different art piece," we're told, and we all nod.
We pick the slips of paper out of the bin, and the teams are;
Jin and Jimin
Yoongi and Me
Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook
"So we're making a collage with magazine photos," Yoongi says, "Let's just put random photos all over it, because that is art to me."
I chuckle, "I was hoping to put effort into it, Yoongi ah."
"Well sorry to burst your bubble," he says, as he goes ahead and starts to cut out bts photos. He pulls out my head, "Or make a collage of you."
"Or of me, world wide handsome," Jin says, smirking at us as him and Jimin are engaged in sketching out their plan.
"Yes, that sounds perfect," I say, as Yoongi nods in agreement.
"Get out any photo of him, they all look perfect," I say, exchanging a quick look with Jin. He smiles, and I smile back.
Once we finish, I let out a sigh of relief. Jin looks genuinely happy, which makes me happy.
"Thank you my friends, wow it's such a handsome collage of me!" Jin gushes at the collage, "But Yoongi Ah, you have very bad cutting skills. I was watching you, you hold your scissors funny."
Yoongi chuckles, "Oh do I now?"
Jin nods, "Yeah, you do Yoongi."
Today started off eh.
But ended up being a good day, especially with Run BTS. It's so lavish to film!We all gather together for dinner, at a restaurant nearby. Jimin said it has good food, and that we must go there. At least before he forgets of it's existence entirely.
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