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Yoongi knocks on the door before using an extra key card to get inside the hotel room.
„Jimin-ah? Baby?“ He tries to call out, but knows he won’t get an answer.
He walks further inside the dark room, and there he is, a blanketed bump in the middle of the bed, shaking with violent sobs. Yoongi’s heart breaks a little at the sight.
„Baby.“ He whispers, rushing towards the bed.
They all knew something was wrong, the second Jimin stepped backstage after his solo performance, the boy was unusually timid and quiet. But he also refused to talk about it, claiming he was fine and just tired. With the rush of the show and the exhaustion set in all of their bones, there was no time to properly tend to the smallest member.
They were supposed to get showered and go to dinner after, but Jimin didn’t show up. Yoongi expected this, knowing the younger’s mind could get the best off of him, and waited for him to come. While the rest was busy with food, Yoongi slipped out of the hotel restaurant to look for the other, and now he found him. He expected for Jimin to be sad, knew this would happen, yet that didn't make it any less painful to witness.
He crouches at the side of the bed, reaching his hand out towards the shaking bump in the duvet. “Jiminie? Jagiyah, please, talk to me.” He tries, placing his palm against where he suspects the boy’s back is, rubbing the spot gently.
“You know, hiding yourself away like this will make it only worse, baby. We’ve been through this.” He continues but gets nothing in response.
He spends few minutes like this, just rubbing the boy’s back through the duvet, mumbling sweet words of love and reassurance, hoping to calm him down. And it actually works. Eventually the shaking subdues and the sobs turn into deep breaths.
The small body wiggles around under the sheets and suddenly there’s a hand reaching out from under the layers, its small palm is held up in an offer, which Yoongi accepts immediately. He intertwines their fingers and leans down to place a small kiss against each of Jimin’s tiny fingers.
Then the hand moves to slowly disappear again but this time pulling Yoongi’s along and the older smiles fondly. “Want me to join you in your little hideout, love?”
He only gets soft hum in return. So he toes his shoes off and sheds his hoodie before diving under the sheets, finding the soft warm body and pulling it impossibly close.
“Hi, baby.” He whispers into Jimin’s hair, one hand holding him by the waist, the other running up and down his back. “Shh, you were great today sweetheart. Why would you cry like this?“
“I-.“ The boy starts but his throat constricts instantly, more tears welling up in his eyes. “I m-messed up.”
“Jimin, no. You were amazing, baby. Everybody enjoyed the show and loved your performance. Did you hear how loud they have cheered? You were incredible.” Yoongi praises, and proceeds to press few warm kisses into the boy’s hair.
“M-my voic-ce cracked. I m-messed up. They d-deserved a perfect performance, didn’t t-they? A-and I just couldn’t do it. Not e-even for them.” The boy continues quietly, as his body starts to shake again.
Yoongi’s heart is breaking inside his chest as he hears his boy say all of this. He knows Jimin’s insecurities tend to eat him up, but this is worse than usual and really, it was such a small mishap, most people didn’t even notice and no one seemed to care. And of course they didn’t, with Jimin being the tiny angel he is, no one could ever be mad at him for something so little, no one but his own mind obviously.
“Jiminie, baby, stop. Your performance was incredible. Yes, your voice cracked, so what? You performed the best you could and you’re only human, all of us make mistakes. The fans love you and understand that, sweetheart.”
“But I-“
“No.” Yoongi interrupts him before he can continue. “Look at me, Jimin.” He commands, pulling back just so the boy has enough space to raise his head. He can’t see much in the dark under the blanket, but is still able to make out the glassy eyes and pouty lips. He wants nothing more than to just kiss the sadness away but knows that they should talk a little first.
“Baby, you need to learn to accept these things, okay? You rationally know that this whole situation is not that bad, right? Your mind is blowing it out of proportion.”
“Mhm..” The boy nods. Another tear escapes his eye anyway, but Yoongi is quick to wipe it away.
“Shh, sweetheart, that’s enough for now. Just need you to know you’re okay. All six of us, me especially, love you so much, the ARMY loves you so much. You’re gonna be okay.” Yoongi smiles and presses a searing kiss to the boy’s forehead. “We’ve all got your back, angel.”
Jimin buries his face into Yoongi’s neck and wraps his arms around him, hugging him close. “Thank you.” The older feels more than hears the words being whispered against his skin and smiles to himself.
They lie there for what could be minutes or hours and Yoongi takes notice of the boy’s breathing evening out. When he’s sure Jimin’s asleep, he feels like he’s probably gonna suffocate if he stays under the blankets for any longer. So he moves around to kick the layer off of their heads at least, accidently waking the boy up by the rustling.
“Sorry baby, get some more sleep.” He pushes Jimin to lie back down against the pillows.
“Cuddles.” The boy mumbles, reaching out.
“Gimme a second.” Yoongi gets up to pull off his jeans, so he can sleep comfortably.
That makes Jimin realize that he’s still in the sweaty clothes from the show and the younger scrunches his nose in disgust. “Ew. I should get up and go shower. I’ll be right back.” He pushes himself up and grabs a towel along with a clean clothes on his way to the bathroom before Yoongi can say a word back.
The older decides to make the bed a bit more presentable and smooths out the sheets, waiting.
It takes Jimin just few minutes before he emerges from the bathroom in a plain sleep shirt and boxers with his wet hair all over the place.
“Hi, baby. Ready to continue our cuddle therapy?” Yoongi laughs from his place on the bed and opening his arms.
The younger just nods and crawls across the bed into the older’s embrace.
“Hey, jagiyah, smile for me.” Yoongi demands, pulling back.
“Mhm, no.” The younger whines, pushing his face into the crook of the older’s neck.
“C’mon, love. Pretty please?” He continues.
When he doesn’t get an answer he moves his fingers down Jimin’s back and suddenly digs fingers into the soft side. The boy squeals, pushing the older away, but Yoongi’s relentless and doesn’t stop.
“No! Hyung, don’t!” He squeals, squirming away from the tickling.
“What should I do then? How am I gonna make my baby smile.” Yoongi ponders jokingly, moving above the younger. He leans down, kissing the younger’s cheek and then the other and his forehead and the tip of his tiny nose before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Maybe this?” Yoongi continues and kisses Jimin’s chin and then dips under the sheets. And Jimin is too tired and not in the mood so he’s about to stop the older, but then Yoongi pulls his shirt up and presses a soft kiss to his tummy and then another and another. He presses his face into the soft skin and kisses all over, tickling and making the younger giggle.
“H-hyuung.” He whines, tangling his fingers into Yoongi’s hair in attempt to pull him up.
“Nope, can’t hear you.” The older laughs, continuing his ministrations.
“I wanna sleep.” He whines, pulling Yoongi’s hair harder.
That seems to do the trick as the older stops and blows one last raspberry into the skin right next to his baby’s belly button before pushing himself up.
“M’kay” He finally agrees and Jimin cheers quietly before pressing himself into Yoongi’s side.
“Good night, hyung.” He whispers, already half asleep.
“Night, baby.” Yoongi whispers back, presses one last kiss into the younger’s hair before drifting off to sleep.