Wrong Number

February 6, 20**

(Y/N's POV)

I haven't heard much from Jimin in the last two months. I look and feel miserable which hasn't helped me with projects I have to do for University. I didn't have any of Jimin's motivational texts to give me energy or feel better. I was tired from crying and working on assignments till 4:00 in the morning.

All my energy was gone and i lost a lot of knowledge because I space out every lesson . Then I felt my phone vibrate inside if my pants pocket. I looked at the screen to see a text from Jimin.

Jimin:
📱- Good luck at Uni sorry I haven't been able to talk to you. The members have been working me hard because I've missed multiple practice's. Remember I Love You and I really miss you.💗

I felt tears threaten to escape my eyes as I read.

Y/N:
📱-Thank you! I Love and miss you too! 💓

Small tears fell but they weren't very visible. I didn't notice the lesson was over till the teacher tapped my shoulder looking at me with a worried expression.

Teacher:
Miss Lee are you okay?

I'm guessing she saw the tears running down my cheeks because before I knew it she was hugging me.

Teacher:
Y/N if you need time to work on your mental health you can. I won't assign any assignments to you till your mental health is in check.

Y/N:
T-Thank you Miss

I hugged her tightly with my tears soaking into her dress.

Y/N:
T-Thank you s-so much!

Teacher:
Your welcome my dear. Now go home and get some rest.

Y/N:
okay.

(At Home)

Once I got home I laid down on my bed about to close my eyes until my phone started to ring. I looked at the caller and Jin popped up, confused I answered and heard worried yelling from the other line.

Jin:
📞- Y/N! Thank God you answered. Please get to the dorms now!

Y/N:
📞- W-why?

Jin:
📞- because Jimin's health is going in a downward spiral he's been begging us to let him see you.

Without a second thought I drove over to the dorms and knocked on the door. Jimin answered it with puffy, blood shot eyes. His eyes widened with realization that it was me in front of him.

He looked skinny and pale which was a hard sight to look at, Jimin jumped into my arms and cried into the crook of my neck making the blue shirt I was wearing a darker color. I held his waist and rubbed his back softly.

Jimin:
W-why are y-you here?

His words were slight muffled but still coherent

Y/N:
Jin called me and told me about your mental health.

Jimin:
I-I missed Y-you so much.

Y/N:
I missed you too, Jiminie.

He lifted his head from my neck with a small smile, hiccups escaping his lips. He started to lean in slowly and held the back of my neck. His soft plump lips touched mine, relief evident in the kiss.