Jimin's POV:

I press the home button on my phone for the thousandth time today, checking the time as always.

3:13pm

17 more minutes. 17 more minutes until I leave. 17 more minutes of false hope that someone will come and try to convince me to stay.

17 minutes that seem to last a lifetime.

I've finished packing all my personal belongings into my suitcase and I'm just waiting for time to go by. Every 30 seconds I look at my phone to see if it magically flew by and it's finally 3:30. It never is, 'cause unfortunately that's not how life works.

3:21pm

9 minutes.

I give up on waiting for 3:30 cause it's clear that no one cares enough to try and stop me. As I'm grabing all my suitcase, phone and it's charger and head over to the front door to bid my final goodbyes to the dorms, someone beats me to opening it.

I see Jin, Namjoon and Hobi walk into the room all panicked and out of breath. They all jump back in shock seeing me with all my stuff. I see Namjoon shake his head from the corner of my eye, as well as Jin walking towards me. I'm then brought to the living room and they sit me down onto the couch.

"Jimin, we need to talk"

I look up to where the voice was coming from. To my surprise, the deep voice was actually Hobi somehow. The others are silently standing by his sides, while looking very dominant. I get a little scared by the look in their eyes. A little aggressive, but not angry. Sympathetic, but not soft. They want to help me, but they aren't to happy with it.

I'm not too sure what they're feeling, but I'm certain this is about Yoongi. And I'm sure they aren't too too happy about it.

"What do you guys want?"

I have to keep up my strong image. Even though, on the inside, I'm crying 'cause I'm just so confused.

"We need to explain this whole Yoongi situation to you"

As Namjoon says this, Hobi and Jin nod. They kneel before me, as a mother would do to their hurt son or daughter. Although it's childish, I like knowing they care about me and want what's best. I'm also really glad they don't hate me anymore.

I wish I could say the same for myself.

"I know you're upset about Yoongi not being in the group"

I nod at Namjoon's words.

"But, you have to understand Jimin. It's his decision and we can't change his mind"

"I know, it's just hard to believe. He always seemed so passionate about rapping. I can't help, but feel like this is all my fault. If I were never here in the first place, Yoongi would still be Suga and you guys would've never had the stress of me being around and—"

"Hey hey, don't say that. We need you here no matter what you think. You're so talented and I can't think of BTS being successful without Park Jimin"

I smile. They're really too much for me.

"And trust me, I'm not too happy about Yoongi leaving, but it was his choice. I wouldn't want him to do something he doesn't want to, just 'cause he feels forced to do so"

"Yeah, you're right.."

"And Jimin"

I look up at Jin who, since the beginning, hasn't said a word

"You know we love you. You're Jimin. We aren't BTS without him, alright?"

All I can think of doing right at this moment is, giving him a hug. Which is what I do.

As I'm hugging him, I whisper "thank you" over and over as he tells me "it's okay". I'm surprised none of us are crying, seems like the right time to do so. I'm so emotional, that I don't even notice that Hobi and Namjoon have joined in.

It may look a little weird to those around, but it's okay. It's a sweet moment.

Little did I know, there was actually someone watching.

Someone who discretely came into the dorms, wanting to talk to one person and one person only. Someone who goes by the name Min Yoongi.

Or should I say Min Suga...

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Yoongi's POV:

I walk into the dorm and am met with no sound. No voices. No movement. No sniffles from someone crying. Nothing.

I get a little scared by this.

I'm hoping they didn't go to the train station or something 'cause Jimin was about to leave. I'm hoping he hasn't left yet. I didn't have the time to say goodbye. I didn't have the chance to at least try and convince him to stay.

I didn't have the time to tell him how I feel.

'Cause no doubt, I'm feeling something. Something that isn't platonic.

I walk into our little living room and see a pile of something on the couch. As I fully get into the room, I can tell that the thing is actually people. I can only see 3 people, but I'm assuming there's something underneath

Jin, Namjoon and Hobi.

- wait -

I hear something. Little whispers. I believe they're saying something like "spank you" and another voice saying "it's gay"

- alright what's going on -

I decide to clear my throat to get their attention.

They all look up and stand up straight as they see me. Another human is revealed from the couch. I lean to the side to get a clear view

Jimin

"Uh, so... what's going on?"

"We just had a talk about this whole situation"

I nod at what Namjoon told me. I'm about to respond when I'm cut off by Jin

"We'll let you two talk for a while"

With that, all three of them leave the room. Leaving me with Jimin to discuss. To resolve this little argument.

I awkwardly sit next to him. We sit there in silence for a few minutes.

"I need to tell you something"

"I respect you're decision"

We say in unison. We end up laughing for a good minute before settling down.

"You can go first"

I tell Jimin, leaving the good news for last

"I know choosing to not be in the group is a tough decision. You can tell me I'm wrong, but I know that you love rapping . It must of been difficult, and I'm sorry for not supporting you. I should've just accepted the fact that..."

He pauses

"You won't be by my side all the time"

He smiles sadly and all I want to do is tell him he's wrong. But, he isn't done and I rather not interrupt

"I know it's weird, but lately I've been feeling this weird thing in my stomach when I'm with you. It's not like a stomach ache, it's actually a nice feeling. But I don't know why I'm feeling this and I want it to go away, 'cause it's distracting. But the thought of you not being there, makes me sad for some unknown reason and I just—"

- alright lets wrap this up -

"Don't worry Jimin. I feel the same"

"What?"

"How could I not? You're Park Fucking Jimin, you're amazing. I wouldn't want to leave your side. And I won't be doing that anytime soon"

"What does that mean?"

"Two things. Number one, I'm saying that I like you"

He laughs and shoves me to the side

"I know that"

He's so cute when he's laughs it kind of hurts, 'cause he looks so genuinely happy

"Number two, I'm back in"

"Wait, really?!"

I nod my head so aggressively, I'm pretty sure I cracked my neck. But it's okay, 'cause Jimin's hugging me so tight I'm almost suffocating.

It's a nice feeling.

After our 5 minute hug, we lean back into the couch. I can only think of one thing, and I'm hoping he's thinking the same thing 'cause...

"Jimin, let's go on a date"