You or no one |BTS JIMIN FF|

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Jimin left on Sunday afternoon, a day after Kookie's birthday party. He had to. Uni and all. The party was pretty much just everyone gaming and almost killing each other over it.

The group was more than happy to see Jimin as well. They squashed him between 8 of them, barely letting him live. They asked him a million questions and said they would come and visit him when they could. Everyone had their own uni to go to as well.

Suri got into law school. Suga is studying to be a music producer. Jin decided he wanted to be an actor, which would suit him perfectly. Namjoon loves his art, so he is studying in the same uni as me, but a completely different major. He wants to run museums one day. And Hobi decided to take a leap year and try to open his own dance academy.

All in all, everyone is busy as hell.

Jimin and I are still talking every day. Well, mostly.

It's been about 3 weeks since Kookie's birthday, and Jimin seems to be drowning in work that they give him. There are days when he collapses as soon as he gets home, so we don't get to speak. But that's okay. I know he's tired. It can't be easy dancing 6-7 hours a day.
I do still see him every weekend. I mostly go to him as it's easier. Not that I mind it, I kind of prefer it to be honest. We get to be on our own.

I was just packing my things for tomorrow when my phone started buzzing. I saw Jimin's name on the screen, so I picked up right away.

'Hiya, handsome.' I smile at him. Unfortunately, I lost the smile as soon as I saw him. He looked exhausted and sad
'Jimin, what's wrong?' I ask him, worried about him

'Hi, baby. I'm sorry, I think I've got some bad news.' He says after a few moments of silence

'What's wrong? Are you alright?' I ask, now panicking a bit

'Yeah, I'm okay, just tired. But that's not it. It's about tomorrow...' he trails off, not knowing how to say it. But I figured it out fast enough.
'We have extra classes this weekend. There is like a dance exhibition the school holds every year. Looks like it's soon, so they're drilling us.' He sighs heavily

Well, this sucks.

'Hey, it's okay.' I smile. 'You do what you gotta do, and I'll come next week. You don't have a choice. Besides, it's your chance to show off your skills.' I smile brighter at him

'Yuna, I'm so sorry.' He apologizes, looking really sad

'Don't be. You just show them how amazing you are. I'm with you all the way. What's another week? It'll go soon.' I reassure him

'Did you pack already?' He asks in the quietest voice

'No, not yet. I was going to do that later.' I smile, looking at my fully packed bag by my bed. The only thing I needed to do was close it.

'I'll make it up to you. I promise.' He gives me a tiny smile

'Don't worry about it. I know how much you need to work. It's gonna pay off later on. We can survive one week.' I chuckle

'Thank you for being so perfect.'

'Ah, you're welcome.' I flip my hair back dramatically, making him chuckle a bit

'I'm gonna go now. I need to get up at 6, and I'm afraid I might fall asleep as I'm talking.' He says as he's yawning

'You go get some rest, handsome. Call me whenever you feel.. not dead..' I joke, and he chuckles a bit

'I will do. Goodnight, baby.' He smiles before hanging up

I knew very well about the possibility of us not being able to see each other as much as we wanted to, but it still feels awful.
They are killing him there. But there is nothing I can do besides support him as much as possible.