At the shopping mall, Jimin didn't want to shop in front of their security guards. So, Jungkook and Hoseok took three, leaving Namjoon and Jimin with three, instead of six.

"I feel like we should go to the sports section, maybe they will be there?" Namjoon suggested. They made their way over, and went in to the women's. "Can we split up to find it faster?" Jimin asked their guard. "No, because you wouldn't have equal protection." One of them said. Jimin agreed, and they went down a few asile's in the undergarment section, trying to find compression tops. "I don't think they have any here..." Namjoon told Jimin after about ten minutes. "Let's keep looking." Jimin told him. Once they were close, Jimin whispered, "I don't want to go to another store, I feel like the guard is judging me." to Namjoon. Namjoon put an arm over Jimin's waist, and they continued to look together.

Namjoon's phone started to ring, and he found it being Hoseok. He answered. "Sojung noona said that we have compression tops already, so does Jimin just want to go with that?" Hoseok told him. Jimin overheard, and Namjoon gave them the phone. "What kind?" Jimin asked. "I'm not sure, she just answered my question. I'm sure we can meet up to see options before the next concert." Hoseok told them. "Alright, we can do that, I suppose." Jimin agreed, and hung up soon. Namjoon made his way out, but noticed Jimin wasn't following. "Jiminie, are you coming?" He asked, turning around. Jimin was looking at a pastel pink laced bra, sucking on their lower lip. Namjoon knew they were thinking about getting it.

"If you're wondering if you should get it, I'll help you." Namjoon walked back over. "But I don't know my size..." Jimin mumbled. "It's okay, let's just take a guess; and if it doesn't fit, I'll get a smaller or bigger size for you. Only if you want to, though." Namjoon offered, watching as Jimin crouched down and searched through the different sizes. They were out of order.

"Let's try this one first, I guess." Jimin mumbled, hiding it from the guards. They weren't paying much attention anyway. "Okay, let's go." Namjoon smiled, and they looked around for a fitting room. Namjoon, of course, found it first.

Jimin went into the men's, feeling self-conscious in front of the three other men. Namjoon followed them into one of the changing rooms, and the three guards didn't think anything of it.

"It hooks in the back, so I'll try it for you." Namjoon told them, removing the bra from the hanger while Jimin removed their shirt. Jimin placed it over their chest, and Namjoon clipped it easily on their upper back. "It's too big." Jimin giggled, looking in the mirror. Namjoon chuckled too, knowing he wouldn't offend Jimin since they were laughing too. "Alright, what letter is it? I think 'A' is the smallest." Namjoon flipped the tag. "This one's a 'C'. I'll be back." He helped undo the clasps, and Jimin waited for Namjoon to return with a smaller size.

One guard stayed with Jimin, since they were enclosed, while two went with Namjoon. The leader found a smaller size, and returned back to Jimin in a few moments. "Alright," Namjoon entered the dressing room, and Jimin stood up from the small rest. "Let's try this one." They tried again, and this time, it fit well. "I feel like it's still too loose...can you tighten it any more in the back?" Jimin asked. Namjoon calmed himself, panicking at the different levels. He moved in one more clasp, and Jimin hummed. "I think this fits good." They turned to the side, and Namjoon noticed their cheeks turning pink. Namjoon hugged them from behind, and leaned on their shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Jimin-ah." He told them. Jimin chuckled nervously. "Why? It's just clothing..." They looked down at themself, starting to like the look now. "I'm proud of you for being able to look. Earlier this morning, it made you upset, and now you're embracing it instead of...well, you know." Namjoon smiled and gave a silent kiss to their neck. "Yeah, okay." Jimin bent over to get Namjoon's shirt, and Namjoon tried not to think too much about Jimin's ass rubbing on his crotch.

Jimin turned around to put Namjoon's shirt on and realized what they were feeling on their ass. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Joon-" "It's alright, you're fine." Namjoon let Jimin go and relaxed against a wall. He looked around on the ceiling, changing subjects in his mind so he wouldn't be hard when they left. "Does it show through?" Jimin buttoned their shirt and looked over at Namjoon. The older one quickly nodded, the shirt was practically transparent. "How bad?" Jimin turned to look in the mirror and whined. "I guess we have to get another shirt, damnit." They sighed and took the shirt off, feeling defeated all over again. "But that's okay, that means you get to pick out whatever you want." Namjoon told them, trying to help them. "Whatever, let's just go." Namjoon helped Jimin remove the bra, and they put Namjoon's shirt back on before leaving.

They met up with Hoseok and Jungkook, and Jungkook had a long-sleeve shirt for Jimin. "I think it would look nice on you." Jungkook handed them the shirt. It was a beige color. "I just wanna go back home..." Jimin took it and looked at the size. It was in men's and an extra large, so it should fit Jimin well. "Me too." Hoseok agreed. Jimin got the bra and shirt, and they were headed back to the hotel immediately. Jungkook suggested getting food, but it was clear Jimin wasn't up for eating at the moment. When they returned to the hotel, Jimin quickly changed their tops.

The other three sat on Hoseok's bed, waiting for Jimin to come out. After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. "You can't see anything, right?" They asked, turning slightly and looking down at their shirt. "No, I can't. Does the shirt fit?" Jungkook asked. "Yeah, it's fine, I guess. I still can't decide if I like the whole bra idea." Jimin explained and handed Namjoon his shirt back. Namjoon set it next to him. "I'd say to give it some time. Maybe you'll end up being okay with it after a while. It's only the first day, too." Hoseok told them with an encouraging smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right... I have to get used to it either way. It's not like I can take pills to make it go away, unlike everything else." Jimin sat down on the opposite bed and kept looking down at their chest. "I thought if you didn't like it, you could go on testosterone?" Namjoon half-asked, unsure if he had heard Jimin right now. "No, for my chest, I have to get surgery. I think testosterone would just help them not grow so much or something like that. And we won't be back in Korea for the next week, so it'll be a long time. Finding surgeons for this kind of thing is going to be hard, even harder at home." Jimin sighed, moving up so they were resting against the headboard of the bed.

"How come? Isn't it considered a health condition?" Jungkook tilted his head a little. "If you feel so dysphoric that you can't eat, they should help you immediately." He added. "Kookie, it's not really considered a birth-thing anymore. If I go to any other doctor, they'll assume I'm transgender and won't do it because my whole entire life doesn't depend on it. At home, they just see the surgeries as risks for my wellbeing, and they'll assume I just want it because it'll make me feel better. It's going to be super hard to find someone at home." Jimin explained to them. "Oh... I guess you're right." Jungkook nodded slightly and looked down at his feet, starting to nervously kick them. "What if you get a referral from your normal doctor?" Namjoon suggested. "I don't know how that would work, and it just makes me tired thinking about it and worrying." Jimin told them, messing around with the blanket on their bed.

Jungkook got up and pulled Jimin into his chest, cuddling them. "When we get home, we'll figure it all out. It will be okay." He told them, laying his head on theirs. Jimin hugged Jungkook's arms around their chest and smiled. "Hopefully..."