BTS One Shots & Imagines

(JinMin) Inhale, Exhale

Jimin opened his eyes and read the clock.
12:48am.
He let out a shaky breath, turning on his side, curling into a fetus position and trying to disappear. He screwed his eyes shut. Numbness flooded over him, a familiar, yet painful feeling.
He inhaled, trying to focus on his breathing instead of the toxic thoughts his brain was sending into his mind.
This overwhelming feeling of numbingly poisonous self-loathing thoughts pouring out of his mind wasn't new. He had been experiencing it since he was only 13, unfortunately. So many nights crying himself to sleep, so many nights feeling afraid of his own mind. Jimin hated how isolating it felt. No one but him could feel how his body was screaming and hurling insults at him.
He exhaled. He was freezing, despite being under a mountain on blankets. Shuddering, he used what strength and will he had to get out of his bed, deciding he needed to make some tea, and take some of his medication for emergencies.
"Good job," he whispered to himself, cradling himself, "it's going to be okay."
He shuffled to the door, quietly, careful not to wake the others of the house, and walked through. He inhaled, slowly walking to the kitchen where the tea and mugs were held, as well as his meds.
One step at a time, one foot in front of the other. Exhale.
Jimin turned on the dimmest light in the room, then grabbed his jasmine tea, his mug, a simple violet color. He grabbed the tea-pot, silently poured water into it and lit up the stove to a small heat. He placed the tea-pot on the gentle fire.
Inhale. One step at a time, he was doing alright. He was good, he was doing a good job.
He shuddered a bit as his brain told him otherwise. He crossed his arms again, cradling, trying to feel safer. He closed his eyes.
After about a minute of breathing, he heard the tea-pot shrieking. He turned off the stove, and placed the pot of the counter. He got his mug and poured his jasmine tea.
Jimin looked at the fluid, seeing his reflection, wavy because of the movement of the tea. He looked away before his mind could assault him with self-deprecation.
Jimin opened the cabinet where all the medicine in the dorm was stored. He searched past the over-the-counters and prescribed bottles until he found he found his emergency fix.
He took two, as instructed. Then, he settled down at the bar of their kitchen, and sipped his tea. He put his head down in between sips, closing his eyes and practicing his cycle- inhale, exhale, rinse, repeat.
He didn't remember falling asleep.
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Seokjin knew it had been a bad night. Usually the first one awake to make coffee, a opened the door, and walked into the kitchen. His heart admittedly dropped when he saw his junior with his head down on the counter, shirtless, and with an unfinished glass of tea.
He hurried over to him, observing his surroundings, making sure that he hadn't tried anything reckless. Relief washed over him when he saw Jimin breathing steadily.
Seokjin gently rocked him, hoping to wake him up.
"Jimin, please wake up, sweets, can you wake up for hyung?" Seokjin asked sweetly and quietly.
Jimin stirred a bit, opening his eyes by a tiny measure. They were red. Seokjin hoped he hadn't been crying.
"'M awake, hyung." Jimin croaked, voice laced with sleep.
"Hyung wants you to lay down with him, Chim, is that okay? Wanna lay with hyung?" Seokjin asked, moving his hand to the small of Jimin's back. The younger gave him a small nod, sitting up with Jin's help.
"Good job, Min. Let's walk, yeah? You're doing so well!" Seokjin encouraged. Jimin nodded along again, leaning on his hyung as they walked.

Seokjin opened the door for the duo, helping Jimin under the covers on the right side of the bed. Seokjin pulled Jimin into his arms, wanting him to feel supported. They sat in silence, just breathing and feeling each other's warmth.
"Hyung's so proud of you, Jiminie. So proud. You did exactly what you were supposed to do. You did such a good job, baby. Couldn't have asked for better." Seokjin praised. He recoiled slightly when he felt the younger being to tremble slightly. He looked down at a crying Jimin.

"Just hurts so bad, hyung. Can't stop the thoughts," Jimin whimpered. "Wan' just to b-be able to sleep without somethin' bothering me, or, or...
Seokjin wiped away the tears that fell from Jimin's eyes. His heart ached dully for his junior. He wished he could just erase his pain permanently. He wanted to be able to give Jimin a clear mind. Peace. He didn't want Jimin to have to fight just to simply get a full night's rest.
"Hyungie, I... I don't know why it keeps happening. I'm trying my hardest, but my brain...my brain keeps sending me back to that," Jimin inhaled sharply, hiccuping. "that dark fucking place. I don't want to have to try and try to be happy, Seokjinnie, I just want to be happy, just want to be.."
Seokjin rubbed Jimin's back again, whispering sweet nothings in the boy's ears. He told him how he was going to get through this, and how he'd been doing so well lately. Been so positive, seeing everything on the bright side. Seokjin was so genuinely proud of Jimin. He has never met a stronger person in his life. He knew how hard it was for Jimin,
but he also knew how much progress he's made.
A moment passed, and Jimin had stopped crying. They simply just laid in Seokjin's bed together, cradling one another.
"Your head quiet down, bub?" Seokjin asked, running his crooked fingers through Jimin's messy, blonde locks.
"Yeah, hyungie. 'M feeling better." Jimin responded.
"Scale from one to ten?"
"Maybe 6."
"Six? That's amazing, bub!" Seokjin kissed his forehead.
"Can we sleep, please? Wanna rest."
Seokjin smiled. "Of course."
Seokjin made sure to pull the fluffy, grey blanket over the two of them, wanting Jimin to be warm.
"I love you, hyung. Thank you for being there." Jimin murmured sleepily.
"Love you too, Min. So proud of you. Thank you. Let's sleep, yeah?"

"'Kay, Seokjinnie."
Seokjin planted a small kiss on Jimin's temple again, and then rested his chin atop the younger's head. Jimin snuggled into his hyung's chest, shrinking the distance between the two from small to non-existent.
Jimin inhaled, smelling Seokjin's pajama shirt, a flowery scent meeting his senses. He smiled as he exhaled, and allowed sleep to overtake him.