Why Don't We Imagines and Preferences

5, 6 & 2 ♡ Corbyn Besson

{requested by Me but I'm using my middle name instead of my first name lol} 

"Yell at me, scream at me, cry at me, hit me, just, please, do something." 

"I can't breathe" 

"Please don't cry. I can't stand to see you cry." 

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{Jazmyn's POV} 

I could tell there was something wrong with Corbyn. He wasn't as happy as he usually is and, it scared me, absolutely terrified me. I mean, the other four boys also looked stressed out but, Corbyn, these last four weeks, didn't even look like or act like Corbyn.

I decided that I'd go over to the studio where the boys were recording some new music when I notice that Corbyn seemed a little out of it? I decided that I'd ask Daniel if Corbyn was okay. 

"Hey, Daniel..." 

"...Jazmyn! You got here! Thank God!" Daniel squealed, running out of the recording booth as he wrapped his arms around me, me doing the same thing as I looked at him in confusion 

"Is-is Corbyn okay?" I ask as Daniel's face changed instantly as he shakes his head 

"That's the thing Jaz, he has refused to leave that spot on the couch. He-he isn't even singing!" Daniel stuttered out as now that shocked me - he loves studio days to the point where he'll cry if the boys aren't in the studio recording if he's that emotional or delusional - in which lately has happened very often 

"Why? He goes crazy if he doesn't have studio days!" I respond as Daniel nods his head with wide eyes - what's gotten into the happy, bubbly, energetic Corbyn? 

"Exactly so, we don't know what's wrong, he won't talk to us either!" Daniel said as he bit his lip as I brushed my fingers through my hair - what's wrong with Corbyn? He's never like this hardly ever

"Do you want me to try and get through to him?" I asked as Daniel nodded his head as Jonah, Jack and Zach had now joined us 

"Please Jazmyn, we're worried about Corbyn, he hasn't said one word and he's refused to record his solo for What Am I," Jonah said with crossed over arms as I nodded my head and walked over to Corbyn who was laying face first on the couch 

I then walked over to Corbyn who at hearing my boots looked up and he smiled, not that it reached his eyes though like it usually did which concerned me. Well, here I go, I'm scared, I hope Corbyn's okay. 

"Hey Corby, you alright love?" Hoping that if I used Corbyn's nickname, Corby-Worby which is what his Mom used to call him, it'd make him feel better but, I don't think it did

"Mmm," He just whined back as a response as I looked over to the boys who had worried expressions on their faces. They were really hoping I could get Corbyn to feel better or to at least find out what's wrong with him. 

"Come on Corbyn, what's wrong darling?" I huffed, I wasn't annoyed at Corbyn, god no, I'm just worried about him - he's been like this for I wanna say a good four weeks now and, it's worrying

He whined once again, his head digging further into the couch as I turn to look at the boys who were also just as worried and confused then I was. What is wrong with my boyfriend?