[A/N - POV changes]

"And the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold.
And all this devotion that I never knew at all. And the crashes are heaven for a sinner released. And the arms of the ocean delivered me."
~Florence + The Machine, 'Never Let Me Go'

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*Jimin's POV*

Over the next few months, I had been actually trying with therapy. My psychiatrist was pleased to hear that I was doing the assignments he gave me, and my friends were relieved I was doing a lot better.

I even noticed that I was starting to gain some weight. Not an unhealthy amount; on the contrary, I'm finally no longer underweight, and my doctor said my health isn't at risk anymore.

As much as I want to give the credit to Yoongi, he has been adamant that he had nothing to do with it; that everything was because of me. It took me a while to see it, but I really have been growing stronger and more self-confident.

Today was going to be a big day for me. I was going to be performing publicly for the first time since I collapsed during the Blackpink concert. BigHit was putting on a charity concert, and my doctors agreed that I was well enough to perform.

There were several performances lined up for the show. All the members of BTS would be performing as well. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok would be doing a rap trio, and I would be singing with Jin. Along with that, I would be dancing with Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung.

The show would be ending with a special performance that we haven't announced yet: a BTS reunion performance! It has been so long since the seven of us performed together, and I was ecstatic.

"Jiminie, let's run the dance again, okay?" Hoseok pulled me by the arm off the studio floor. I groaned, already feeling sore.

"Hyung, if we keep running this, I won't have any energy to perform it tonight," I complained.

Hoseok rolled his eyes at me. "A few months off and you've gone soft," he grumbled.

"I haven't gone soft! I'm just... adjusting."

"Yeah, yeah. Adjust on the dance floor."

I stuck my tongue out at Hoseok, but got into position nonetheless. Jungkook and Taehyung constantly checked on me throughout the entire practice, like mama bears checking on their cub. I assured them that I felt fine, but I understood their concern. The last time I performed on a stage ended... well, not as expected. This was my chance to prove to my fans that I was okay, and that they didn't have to worry about me anymore.

When I got out of the hospital, I was overwhelmed by the amount of love and support I was receiving online. Fans were worried about me, posting about me, praying over me. I knew my fans loved me, but I didn't realize how deep that love went until I nearly died and they all rallied together to offer me support until I was well enough to perform again.

Tonight, I was going to thank them by pouring my heart and soul into my performances at the charity concert. Feeling both mentally and physically ready to take the stage again, I had never felt more liberated.

***

"Alright, let's recap," the stage manager gathered us around her. "Lee Hyun will open, then Jimin will sing with Jin. After that, TXT will perform a few songs, followed by our rap trio. Soobin will then have a solo performance. We'll then move to our dance troupe, and close with the BTS reunion. Is everyone clear on that?"

We all nodded our heads in understanding. The stage manager still printed a list of the performance order, not seeming confident that we wouldn't forget.

Standing in the wings, we cheered encouragingly as Lee Hyun opened the show. That's the way we always were. Performing wasn't a competition; doing something you love shouldn't be done with the mindset that you are competing against someone else. We were all artists, and we would continuously support each other.

After Hyun finished his set, the stage manager gave us the cue to go on stage. The crowd went wild the moment they saw me and Jin walk onto the stage. Jin and I smiled at each other before bringing our microphones to our lips.

Our voices synced together in perfect harmony. I nearly lost focus on the performance hearing our combined voices echoing throughout the stadium. Jin seemed so lost in the music, and I knew he was right where he belonged.

As TXT walked onto the stage, I ran into Yoongi's arms backstage. Adrenaline was pumping through me after my first performance, and I hugged my boyfriend tightly. His arms wrapped around my waist to lift me up, and I shrieked a giggle as he spun us around.

Setting me down, Yoongi placed a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose. "You were wonderful, baby boy."

My hands slipped to the back of Yoongi's head and I pulled him towards me, crashing our lips together. Yoongi instantly responded, kissing me ferociously as his hands rested on the small of my back.

"Ahem," someone cleared their throat. Breaking the kiss, I looked around and saw the rest of the group staring at us awkwardly. I tried to hide my blushing face behind my hands as Yoongi laughed.

"I didn't get that kind of greeting after my performance," Jin grumbled.

A wide-eyed Namjoon stammered. "We're in public, I didn't think you'd like that..." he trailed off. He quickly pecked Jin's cheek, earning a small smile from his husband.

Taehyung and Jungkook pretended to throw up, and Hoseok rolled his eyes at us. Bitches be jealous.

"Rap line, you're up," the stage manager informed them. I placed kisses on both of Yoongi's squishy cheeks.

"Good luck, baby. You'll be amazing, I know it." I smiled at him.

Yoongi ruffled my hair with a smile before heading out on stage with Hoseok and Namjoon.

"Jimin!"

Turning around, I caught the wide smile of Dae as he walked towards me, wearing a VIP badge around his neck.

"Dae!" I smiled, briefly hugging him. "I didn't know you'd be here."

Dae blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hoseok arranged for me to be able to come back stage. I was a bit late though... I overslept."

"It's evening now," I laughed. Dae shrugged, looking embarrassed. "So... you and Hobi, huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

The shade of pink on Dae's cheeks darkened to a deep red. He cleared his throat and attempted to change the subject. "Pay attention, they're getting ready to start."

I really wanted to continue my interrogation, but I had a more important matter to focus on: Yoongi. The determined look he wore on his face was extremely... sexy. Among the three guys, he definitely stood out to me. I may be a little biased, but really, who could blame me?

The trio was outstanding as always. I hadn't thought about how much I missed seeing them perform together, but looking at them now, I realized how truly special their chemistry was. They melded together in a unique way.

While I was watching Yoongi's rap solo, he looked me right in the eye and darted his mouth across his bottom lip. The crowd cheered like crazy, and I narrowed my eyes at him. He was teasing me, knowing that I couldn't do anything about it while he was onstage with thousands of eyes on him. Running his hand through his golden locks, Yoongi casually messed up his hair before playfully sticking his tongue out again.

Fuck.

I'm gonna show Yoongi that he's not the only one who can tease with his tongue.

***

*Yoongi's POV*

When I was exiting the stage, I was met with Jimin's dangerously seductive gaze. His eyes were narrowed as he bit his lip, and I swear that look was hot enough to give me a halfie.

As soon as I reached him, Jimin grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the backstage area to one of the dressing rooms. He pulled us into an empty room and immediately pushed me against the locked door. I gulped, feeling slightly intimidated by his intense gaze.

"You were being quite the tease up there, daddy," Jimin huskily scolded in my ear. My eyes widened slightly. This state that Jimin was in, it was extremely dangerous, mainly because it was addicting. The way he calls me 'daddy' but still maintains control was arousing beyond belief. He pressed our lower halves together, rubbing my already half-erect member.

"Jimin..." I groaned.

Jimin stuck his lower lip out in an adorable pout. "That's not my name, daddy." A light moan slipped out as he started pressing hot kisses to my jaw. He paused over my sweet spot— on my jawline next to my ear— and waited for what he was wanting.

"Baby boy..."

Humming in satisfaction, Jimin allowed his silky tongue to trace over my sweet spot. I moaned louder, tilting my head back until it hit the door.

"Daddy likes to tease me with his tongue, huh?" Jimin smirked. "Well... two can play at that game."

Thank god Soobin's performance was loud, or else my moans would be heard by anyone backstage. Jimin's sinful tongue trailed over my jaw to my ear, teasing the sensitive lobe. Closing my eyes, I bit my lip in an attempt to muffle my noises as I began to grind against Jimin. I felt Jimin's hot breath against my ear as his tongue continued its journey.

Suddenly, my source of pleasure was gone as Jimin pulled back. He smirked at me, separating our bodies so I couldn't grind on him anymore. I whined, trying to pull him back towards me. Jimin shook his head with a dark chuckle.

"Sorry, daddy. You might've been a bit too preoccupied to notice, but Soobin's set is wrapping up. That's my cue."

My jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You're going to leave me here like this?" I asked, gesturing to the erection clearly straining against my pants.

Jimin pecked my cheek before slipping out of the room. "Love you," he winked.

"Fuck," I groaned in frustration. I wanted to watch Jimin's performance, but I couldn't go out there with my obvious problem on display.

I was going to have to work fast.

Making sure the door was locked, I pulled my erect cock out of my pants and quickly stroked myself. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was Jimin touching me. My thumb rubbed the precum over my sensitive tip, and I pictured Jimin on his knees, flicking his tongue over my member. I moaned at the erotic mental painting, quickening my strokes. I thought of Jimin's perfect pink lips stretched out over my thick length, expertly deep-throating me as I fucked his mouth.

My breathing picked up, and before I knew it, I was cumming into my hand. Grabbing the nearest piece of discarded fabric, I wiped my hand and adjusted my clothes before hastily leaving the room.

I made it just in time to the side of the stage. The music had just begun to play, signaling the start of the dance troupe.

They performed a stunning contemporary piece, gliding gracefully across the floor. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Jimin the entire performance. The word 'angel' didn't even do him justice anymore. He was beyond any ethereal being.

I can't believe he's mine.

I smiled to myself as I watched his expert movements. Jimin is the most perfect creature to ever exist. I made a vow to remind him how perfect he is for the rest of our lives.

The rest of our lives.

I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

Tears gathered in my eyes. Jimin is the love of my life, and I will never let him go again. He is my other half, my soul mate, my love. My future husband.

When the dance ended, I desperately wanted to scoop Jimin in my arms and shower him with praise, but we were shooed away by the stage manager to change for our BTS performance.

I caught Jimin's eye before we were dragged away by our stylists, and I managed to mouth 'I love you' to my man. Jimin flashed me an angelic smile before disappearing to get changed.

***

"And now, please show your love and support for the reunion performance of BTS!" The announcer boomed into the microphone. The cheers were deafening as we ran out on stage.

Instead of jumping right into our song, we took a moment to bow appreciatively to our fans, and wave at them with wide smiles on our faces. As soon as the intro for "Boy With Luv" began, the audience began to scream with excitement.

We performed four songs, and it was as if we never stopped performing together. It felt so right being on that stage with the seven of us singing and dancing in perfect unison.

I smiled at my brothers, knowing at this moment our hearts were beating as one. No matter where we went in life, or what careers we had, we would always be family.

***

"That was great, guys!" Lee Hyun complimented us. "It was almost like BTS never stopped performing."

Glancing around, we all exchanged bright smiles. Jimin's hand slipped into mine as he intertwined our fingers. Pushing his blush pink hair back, I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. His honey eyes sparkled as he look at me.

"I'm so proud of you," I fondly told him. "After all you've been through, to see you out on that stage and living your dream, that's something I'm going to remember for my whole life."

I saw Jimin's eyes become glossy with tears, and he rested his head against my shoulder, nuzzling into me.

"What the fuck?"

Our heads turned in the direction of the confused voice. Taehyung emerged from the dressing room, holding up a very... familiar looking piece of fabric.

"Who the hell jizzed on my shirt?"

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HAPPY NEW YEAR! 🎉🎉🎉

Did you see BTS's New Years Eve performance?? Jimin's little jacket mishap was soooo cute 🥺

It's midnight and I'm exhausted so I might have to edit this 1000 times

Question: do you guys want a one-shot of how Hoseok and Dae became DaeHope? Lemme know ☺️

Until next time!
-Gumbie