“T-They told me I was a joke…” Yixing sniffled, rubbing his eyes. “That I could never be as cool as them,” he said, wiping the tears with his long sleeves. He just wanted to be hugged and told that everything would be okay. He was never going to try and audition for that show again.
“A joke? Not as cool as them?” Jimin scratched his head looking a bit confused. He opened his arms for an embrace. “They don’t know what they’re talking about babe, you’re the coolest.” He pressed Yixing into his chest and shoulders, one hand on the back of the Chinese male’s head. “Is there anything I can do to make you happy again?”












