the 8th member of bts

voices

We all get those days where we all want to give up. To drop everything we're doing and to just quit. Those days are the worst. You feel like shit, you feel unmotivated to do anything and sometimes it's so bad that the feeling weighs you down into your bed where you can't even get out of the bed.

Today you had nothing to do regarding being a trainee so you were supposed to go to school. But when you woke up, you were cold and empty. The colour around you seemed to be slightly duller than normal, and honestly, you weren't surprised.

You had no energy or the will to get up, so you just told Hoseok who checked up on you that you felt sick and that you were just going to spend the day at home.

The morning was spent with a sore head and an empty stomach until you were forced out of your bed by Yoongi who had stayed since a sixteen year old by himself in the house still wasn't legal.

It took one look at your face for Yoongi's annoyed face to slowly melt away. You looked exhausted and practically dead. There were purple bags under your brown eyes and your eyes were red.

"Were you crying?" Yoongi asked you, stepping closer so he can touch your forehand to make sure you didn't have some sort of temperature.

To be honest, you didn't know you've been under the covers for hours, thinking over with the voice in your head what was wrong with you. Why were you feeling like shit all of a sudden? It had been going on a lot lately, approximately fire a few months. You hated the feeling and you wanted it to go away. But it lingered in your mind, trying to coax you into you running into its arms. But you didn't. Something was wrong.

"No," you mumbled "I mm just sick," you answered as you stared straight at Yoongi. He looked a bit uneasy, and you couldn't take the look, so you brushed past him and into the kitchen.

Yoongi knew something was wrong, of course he did. But Yoongi knew you were way more capable of things he had no clue about. So he let you be but kept a close eye on you.

The voices continued to get louder throughout the day. Without anything to drown them out, they were free to roam, getting louder and louder and more vicious as the day went on. They whispered in your mind, promising sweet desires and happiness. But you didn't trust them and continued to ignore them.

"Jihyun?"

"JIHYUN!"

Startled, your body shook and you blinked, looking at Jimin who was standing above you. He looked worried, eyes curved downward in concern. His pretty smile wasn't on his face as it should be. Instead, an ugly frown replaced it.

"...you've been staring at the shelf for the past five minutes. Is there something bothering you?" His voice sounded like a warm hug, coaxing you to tell him the truth. Jimin was the type of person who would cry when his friends were crying or laugh when his friends were laughing. He would always be there for everyone, and for that, you thanked Jimin. Jimin would be one of the first people you would think of to tell all your woes including Yoongi and Namjoon. Jimin just had that aura around him; an aura of an angel

'tell him you want to leave'

'tell him about the weird things that's been going on in your sick brain'

'tell him what a freak you are'

Jimin waited for your answer, getting comfortable on the sofa. He sat on your left side, watching as you turned to him slowly. You trusted Jimin so you told him what you were thinking.

"I've been thinking about leaving BTS," you muttered, your words blending into each other which made it hard to decipher what you were saying. Jimin slowly tried to understand what you said, before his frown seemed to dig into his face even deeper.

Jimin was sad that you wanted to leave BTS. He only knew you for maybe two months, but you were always so busy and hard working. He knew how hard it was to balance school with dance practises, rapping lessons from both Yoongi and Namjoon and working on music. You never had free time, and when you did, it was because you stayed up in the middle of the night getting everything down so you'd have just a few hours for yourself. He didn't understand why you would give up now, when BTS was going to debut soon. All they were waiting for was their eighth member who was going to move in with them soon.

"Jihyun...please," Jimin paused so he'd choose his words carefully, knowing you weren't in a good state. The look in your eyes showed everything. You had given up trying and you just wanted to rest. But Jimin knew you had it in you to stay. If you had stayed for nearly a year, he knew you could survive another few months. "Jihyun, do you not know all the things you've achieved to be here? You worked so hard to learn a dance you had no experience in, you had to learn how to rap so suddenly and you already are spitting fire and to top that all off, you still are getting high test scores despite you not being in school for half the week," Jimin softly said, looking you dead in the eye as he listed all the things you successfully did. In your mind, all your achievements were nothing compared to the people around you. Your constantly compared yourself to people unconsciously to the point it was way too unhealthy for yourself.

"Jihyun...just do me one favour, ok?"Jimin said when he noticed you weren't going to reply to him. You looked up at Jimin just to see his pretty smile again. "Stay in BTS until the end of the month. If you still want to leave, then you can. But I hope you know BTS will never be BTS without you, Jihyun,"

The last sentence made you feel better, knowing Jimin saw you as a rightful member of this band. So you smiled, to make Jimin feel better, and you nodded "Alright,"

One month passed, and you didn't leave.

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My friend sent me this and i fell off my bed.
i find jimin to be very pretty