Jimin feels slow, sluggish, wrecked, sick, but he has to move. They all have to. The plane is leaving in an hour and they haven't left their dorms yet. I hate this, Jimin thinks. I just wish–

"Jimin ah, do you have your ticket with you?" Yoongi asks gently. He knows the boy is suffering, probably more since they had an elaborated five hours of dance practice the night before, well, if you consider 4 am night, though it's almost dawn, but hyung, the sun isn't set to rise yet, it's still dark outside– And so Jimin, sweet sweet Jimin, insisted on staying together towards the end even though he basically nailed the choreography the first time they tried it out because hyung, what if you forget the next step?

-just something to get off my chest. this is really literally my first time writing a fanfic, lemme know how it sounds ^^