Me Before You

An Angel

"Jungkook! What is wrong with you today? You keep messing up!"

"Jimin-ssi! You're supposed to smile! Why do you look like someone died?"

"Taehyung-ssi! You're a beat slow,"

"What is wrong with you today?" Taehyun let out an aggravated sigh. He was this close to ripping all of his hair out.

The ones being called out stood in the middle of the practice room, defeat adorning their faces.

"Sorry Taehyun-ssi. I'm not feeling very well today. Can I take a break?" Jimin voiced out softly.

Taehyun frowned at Jimin's tone. It was so soft that if Taehyun had not been staring at Jimin and had seen his mouth move, he would not have heard anything. His voice was hoarse as if he had been bawling his eyes out recently.

Poor man Taehyun thought

"Of course,"

Jimin walked out of the practice room, running his hand through his hair.

The other members kept their eyes trained on the retreating figure until he was out of sight. The three women sat at the corner silently as they watched the scene unfold. While one's eyes held sorrow and understanding, the other two's eyes held confusion and worry.

Jimin's POV

I walked out the building hoping that maybe some fresh air and sunlight would clear my mind.

But of course, luck is never on my side. It was pouring.

I paid no mind to the frigid water pelting against my skin as I walked to the nearby park.

Rain is good, no one will know that you're crying the voice in my head whispered.

Author's POV

He sat down on the soaked bench, his fingers gripping the sides of the bench until his knuckles turned white. The cold metal of his rings cut into his soft flesh, blood rushing to the surface of the damaged skin.

His lip wobbled as he tried so hard to control the dam that was close to exploding. A huge lump formed in his throat as he tried to breathe. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that it would help ease the pain.

He honestly didn't know why he felt like this. It was expected that Jungkook didn't return his feelings. It was obvious that he didn't think of Jimin as someone important in his life. To him, Jimin was just another bandmate, an acquaintance, maybe a friend, and nothing more.

His mind flashed back to a few hours ago, when Yoora had gone to check the flat tyre.

"Then how did you end up sleeping in her room?" Tae asked.

"I... had an anxiety attack," Jungkook's voice barely above a whisper.

The words anxiety attack echoed through my mind.

Why did no one tell him?

How is Tae not surprised? He must have known...

That means the other members probably knew too, right? Then why wasn't he told anything?

His mind went back to his conversation with Tae a few days ago.

It was late at night and Jimin had been walking past Jungkook and Tae's shared room when he heard a faint scream. Worried, he had tried to open the door only to find that they had locked it.

That's odd he thought.

They never lock their door at night.

He knocked on the door, patiently waiting for one of them to open the door.

He heard a low thud and a grunt.

Suddenly the door unlocked, and Tae popped his head from behind the door.

"Um, is everything alright? I heard screaming,"

"Screaming? You must have imagined it. I heard nothing," Tae chuckled nervously.

He had found it strange that half of Tae's face had been hidden behind the door, because he never did that.

He heard Jungkook panting from inside the room and tried to push the door open, but Tae held it firmly, not letting Jimin in.

"What's going on? First, you lock the door. Then, I hear thuds and groans and screaming. Now I hear Jungkook panting," Jimin asked, crossing his arms.

"Um, I... We were just... arguing," Tae sighed.

"Oh," Jimin breathed out.

"Alright then, I hope you settle whatever you were arguing about," Jimin whispered, walking back to his own room.

"Hello? Are you alright?" Jimin was suddenly pulled out from his thoughts as he heard a shy voice from beside him.

Jimin hadn't noticed the boy, or the fact that the rain was no longer attacking him mercilessly.

He blinked slowly, staring at his now dirty white shoes. He felt a small hand caress his frigid one, slowly prying his fingers off the edge of the bench.

"Oh no, you're bleeding a little," when Jimin didn't reply, the boy sighed and continued.

"Beautiful people like you shouldn't cry because you look beautiful even when you cry and that's not fair to others now, is it?"

It was at that, that Jimin looked up from the ground and slowly turned to the boy who was sitting beside him, holding his bleeding hand, holding an umbrella over him and was comforting him, who was nothing but a stranger.

"Oh! Looks like the rain has stopped!" the boy exclaimed. An odd sensation went through Jimin's chest as he saw the boy's eyes shine brightly as he looked up at the sky.

The boy had smoky golden orbs, and when the light hit them in the right angle, he looked like an angel. Jimin couldn't help stare at the lovely boy, who had a smile on his face as he looked up the receding storm clouds.

The boy turned to face Jimin.

"I hope you feel better. If you ever need to talk to someone, I'll be here."

Those words brought a small smile to Jimin's face as he stared at the boy's hand, which was encompassing his own. The boy followed Jimin's gaze and squeezed his hand, hoping that it would convey the message that he couldn't say.

I may be a stranger, but I care for you. I'll be here for you.

"Shall I accompany you to the BigHit building?" the boy asked.

Jimin looked at him in surprise.

"I know who you are. I'm a big fan," the boy explained.

"So, shall we?"

The boy stood up, folding his umbrella with one hand as he refused to let go of Jimin's. Jimin got up and followed the boy, who was happily bounding towards the BigHit building, Jimin in tow. He swung their hands, and just for those few moments, Jimin forgot about the pain and betrayal.

A/N

I am so sorry to keep all of you waiting... These past 2 weeks have been taxing for me and I've been busy trying to keep myself stable...

On a side note: Who do you think is the new character?

I PURPLE YOU!!💜💜💜💜

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