PRINCE

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As Jimin entered the studio, he'd most definitely be lying if he said he didn't expect all eyes to be glued to him, and every source of noise to quieten down following his presence.

He walked in with his head down low, hearing songs of their newest album playing on the stereo.

Just a few seconds now.. they're going to turn the music off and shout at me.

He clenched his fists and waited;

But contrary to Jimin's thoughts - all the members noticed him and just smiled in acknowledgement before going back to their routines.

Jimin let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Why was he so comforted by something so trivial?

Maybe.. maybe today wouldn't be awkward? Maybe they could just practice normally like the old times...

Hoseok turned off the music and called everyone over. "Ah, great! Now that Jiminie is here we can all start. Get into your positions for the title track, guys."

Everyone nodded and moved into their positions, including Jimin, who was grateful nobody was acting unusual with him.

The music began playing whilst Jimin was slumped down slightly, waiting in his centre position. He gently grabbed ahold of Hoseok's wrist that was momentarily covering his vision and waited for his cue. As his own melodious voice began to sing, he swiftly moved Hoseok's hand away and shot his head and hand up in one, sharp movement.

6 hours had passed, yet they were still practising. Actually - the others had left about 2 hours ago, patting Jimin on the back upon their exit because he insisted to stay and practice longer by himself.

Jimin was sweating horrendously, his once fluffy-straw like hair, now a pool of disaster. His neck and back were trickling in his own bodily fluids as he finally sat down and took a short break.

He studied his worn-out self in the mirror,

How could people love this?

That's something he'd never understand. Nevertheless, he proceeded to drink his water bottle and going back to train.

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"Hoseok, could you go call Jimin down, please? I would myself but I'm kinda busy right now." Seokjin asked, too preoccupied chopping vegetables to even turn to look at the sunshine.

"Sure, hyung!" He replied calmly.

A few moments passed before Hoseok rushed down the stairs, slightly out of breath.

"Uh, guys.." Hoseok announced, somewhat alarmed. "Jimin isn't in his room, have any of you seen him?"

All heads turned to Hoseok. All but one.

"He's still in the practice room." The one voice revealed, no emotion evident on his face.

Now all pairs of eyes joined together to look at Yoongi's figure, who was sitting on the sofa looking plainly at his phone.

"I'll go get hi-"

"I'll go if it's not a problem." Yoongi said nonchalantly, cutting Taehyung off. However, with the tone of which Yoongi spoke in, it was apparent that it wasn't really something up for debate.

He got up from the sofa and walked away, the stares and the silence following his figure out of the room.

The other members just looked cluelessly at each other, why did Yoongi get up?

"That was kinda hot."

"Shut up Hoseok."

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Jimin lay on the floor, his arms and legs sprawled about as he shifted in and out of consciousness. He tried to pacify his breathing, but it wasn't helping.

Why couldn't he just do the move right?

Why is everything so hard for him?

He doesn't deserve to be a member of BTS.

Jimin's breathing rate gradually started to increase as he tried to disregard the voice at the back of his head. He shakily covered his ears, clenched his eyes and whimpered unobtrusively.

He let a few small tears cascade down his cheeks, feeling as if he'll crack if he tried to wipe them away.

He hated this.

He hated being fragile.
He hated pity from others.

However, all of his apprehensions abruptly faded away upon the sound of a soothing, low voice calling out for him.

"Jimin."

Jimin almost immediately stood up, stumbling over his own feet as he gawked at Yoongi with widened eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Y-Y-Yoongi h-hyung.."

"Jimin." The elder male repeated, whilst making his way towards the younger. Jimin's heart almost jumped a beat, and he began backing away gradually.

"G-Getting a little... a little too close.." He answered breathlessly, cornered against the wall with Yoongi stood directly in front of him, and Jimin was convinced that if he was any closer he'd be able to catch his heartbeat.

Yoongi leaned forward, till their noses were practically brushing. Jimin's eyes fluttered closed, as he awaited Yoongi's next step.

The next step which never came.

"Go take a shower peach, you stink."