Jimin is working himself sick in the dance studio and Yoongi must step in. - writing prompt

Jimin had been working on his singing and on his dancing and on himself, day in and day out. He woke up an hour before everyone else and went to bed several hours after everyone else. He barely slept and he barely ate. Actually he almost never ate, not unless someone else was watching and he had to. He barely smiled and he barely laughed but he told himself that it would all be worth it in the end. All he wanted was to make s happy. All he wanted was to make his fans proud.

All he wanted was to be better.

Today was just like any other day for him. He'd been awake for several hours by now, though the sun had risen not too long ago. For the past hour he'd been going through the routine for their follow up promotions that would start soon. There was a particular move that was giving him trouble but as he went through it for the nth time he noticed that he was still making mistakes. He was about to give up. He was about to accept that he just wouldn't be good enough when he remembered all those comments he'd read online about him being untalented and ungrateful. He didn't want those horrible people to be right so he gritted his teeth and pushed himself harder and harder and yet harder. All he wanted was to make s happy. All he wanted was to make his fans proud.

All he wanted was to be better.

He could feel his muscles protesting and burning with every move he made but he powered through it. He tried the same dance step again and again. He watched his reflection in the mirror but to his dismay he found that no matter how many times he tried to he would never be as good as Hoseok hyung or as good as the maknae. He would never be good enough. He could feel himself getting dizzy but he tried to forget about it and just focus on the way his body was moving. It was during a particularly strenuous part of the choreography when he heard a thrumming in his ears and saw his vision-

*****

Yoongi had woken yet again to find Jimin's bed cold and deserted. His heart ached when he thought of the young boy pushing himself to his physical limits because of some careless words by 'fans'. His heart ached even more when he thought of how little value Jimin placed on himself. It hurt him to think that Jimin truly believed he was lacking when he was such an integral part of their team. Without Jimin there wouldn't be Bangtan and the same went for the rest of the members. They were all needed and they were all important and they all mattered but unfortunately Jimin didn't think so. At least about himself.

Yoongi sighed as he slugged his way out of the bedroom. He threw on some sweats, a hoodie and some sneakers before he left for their practice room, where no doubt he would find Jimin working himself to the bone. He entered the building and could already hear the music blasting. He wondered how long Jimin had been there but in his heart he already knew the answer. Hours. He walked through the corridor towards the room they always practised in when he noticed that Jimin's steps sounded kind of off-beat. Jimin would never be so careless with his dancing and it worried Yoongi. He quickened his last few steps before he let himself into the studio.

As he waked through the door Jimin fell.

*****

Jimin woke with his head on something that was both hard and soft. He was comfortable and he noticed that his muscles weren't screaming in protest any more. It felt nice to rest. He never wanted to move from this spot but he knew that wasn't an option. He needed to get up and he needed to practice and he needed to work. He needed to be better.

All he wanted was to be better.

“Where do you think you're going?” a deep and raspy voice asked him as he was pushing himself up. Immediately his eyes snapped open and he came face to face with a very worried looking Yoongi – though admittedly it was hard to tell because his face was all upside down.

“Hyung?” Jimin asked in confusion. It was way too early for his hyung to be awake let alone fully dressed and outside the dorm. This is when Jimin realised the super comfortable cushion he was lying on was Yoongi's thigh. His cheeks coloured red as he swiftly got up and faced his hyung.

“Don't look at me like that. I was worried about you so I came to check on you and its good that I came when I did! You could have cracked your head open...” Yoongi grumbled. A warm feeling blossomed in Jimin's chest.

“Hyung you didn't need to...” Jimin muttered in an embarrassed voice.

“Don't be stupid. Now get on. I'm taking you back to the dorm and you're not doing anything today apart from eating and sleeping, understand?” Yoongi said in a no-nonsense voice but Jimin knew better than to take it to heart. Although Yoongi seemed hard and cold on the surface, he was the one that understood him the best so Jimin simply nodded in acknowledgement. As Jimin tried to get up he could feel his head grow fuzzy again. He lost his footing and closed his eyes, almost welcoming the darkness that finally let him rest but yet again Yoongi caught him.

Yoongi's arms wrapped around his waist so comfortably. Jimin tried to ignore the butterflies that seemed to be going rampant in his belly. He ignored how his heart seemed to be beating in double time. He tried to ignore how sweaty his hands had suddenly become. He also ignored the rosy blush that was rising to colour his cheeks again. He hastily took a step away from Yoongi and gingerly walked around him, all the while with Yoongi's hands supporting and holding onto him somehow.

When he was finally behind him Yoongi squatted to let him climb on him. Jimin's skin burned in the most delicious way all over but he tried to ignore it and just settled himself more comfortably on his hyung's back. Before he knew the soft back and forth motion of Yoongi walking them back to the dorm had caused him to fall asleep.