BTS Oneshots

Park Jimin X Reader

He had came home stressed. If had been two weeks ago, you would've said more stressed than usual.But since he had started working on the new album, this amount of stress had become the norm.

He was never still.

He was at the recording studio, or he was at the choreography studio or he was in bed. And even when he was in bed, he wasn't still.

He tossed and turned and he never slept.Sometimes you'd listen to him from your side of the bed, waiting for his breathing to slow to a steady rhythm so you knew he'd slept.

At first, it had talk a while, but it eventually happened. But the past few days, you'd felt yourself dip into sleep before his breathing slowed so you never knew if he slept or not.

He slammed the door shut behind him and your heart sunk down to your knees. It felt like ages since he'd came home happy.

Softly, you said, "Jimin..." You stood in the doorway of the bedroom, studying him.

He sighed and the anger deflated slightly, "Hey, baby."

You smiled a little, knowing the anger was still there, "Hey. What's up, hun?"

He let out a heavy breath then sunk his head down onto the cool surface of the kitchen worktop.

"That bad?"

"How could he do this to me?" He sounded hurt.

You walked forward, "Who?"

"Namjoon." The anger was building a little, you felt it.

"Namjoon?" You were surprised; what could Namjoon possibly have done?

"He's saying he doesn't want me to help write the rest of the tracks." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

You wanted to reach out and hug him, but you knew it would do no good for him when he was like this.

"Why?" You eventually asked, when he didn't explain.

"He's going mad, I dont know." He stood up and started pacing up and down the length of the room.

He turned around to you when he reached the other side of the kitchen, "Seriously, what the fuck!"

And that was it. He was shouting and you didn't have any idea how to make him stop.

"...And he was saying some bullshit about me being too stressed and that he was trying to do me a favour! Like who does he think he is?"

Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach as your mind cast back to the conversation you'd had over the phone with Namjoon two days before. You'd told him he wasn't sleeping. He was too stressed. Can't you find a way to take some of the load off him? You'd said.And it looked like he'd found a way.

Yes, you wanted him to help Jimin be less stressed, but you didn't want him to not be involved in a big chunk of the album.

You took a deep breath, "Yeah, I told him you were stressed."

He whirled on you, his eyes hard, "What?"You bit down on your lip. Hard."What?" He was louder now.

"What the fuck did you say to him!"

"Jimin-"

"Tell me." His jaw clenched, his voice as sharp as knives.

"I was worried about you.."

"What did you say!"

"I told him you weren't sleeping...I didn't know what else to do."

"You could have talked to me!" He shouted down at you.