[Jimin's POV]

"Great! I think that's all for today, then. Next practice will be Saturday, arasseo?" Hoseok, or Hobi, as what he insisted to us on calling him, said after the music turned off. All of us said a weak yes before we all collapsed on the cold floor of the dance studio, exhausted and drained out. He chuckled at us and started tossing water bottles for everybody.

"Kamsahamnida, Hobi-hyung." I said breathlessly as I received my own bottle and quickly chugged it down to satisfy the complaints of my body and dry throat. He nodded at me before moving on to the others.

After a few minutes, I pushed myself up and went to the male's change room to take a quick shower and change. I pulled my sticky muscle shirt away from me and cringed. I need to get out of these clothes soon.

I've been going to the dance classes that our body language club in school sponsors for two years already, since my freshman years. Hobi was in one of my classes then and we became seatmates then friends and he encouraged me to join his club. At first, I was hesitant because I don't dance. I sing, but only a bit and it's just a habit that I've grown used to do especially when I'm bored but dancing never really crossed my mind. But Hobi forced me to join and he taught me how to dance, and now, I don't regret letting him teach me all those stuff. It was actually a blessing in disguise because I got to help my mom with the bills whenever we won something in the dance competitions that we join in. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

I stepped out of the shower room and dried myself before putting on a pair of clean sweatpants, white shirt, and shoes. Then after arranging my stuff, I bade goodbye to the others and went home. I'm excited to come home today because my mom's cooking her specialty: seaweed soup. She makes some kickass seaweed soup and it's one of my favorite dishes of all time.

"Da nyeo wa sseum ni da, eomma!" I said with a smile as I open the door, kick off my shoes and toss my bag on the couch. I walked towards our kitchen with a smile and saw my mom in front of the stove, her back turned to me. I grinned before taking slow and quiet steps towards her, planning to scare her. Putting my hands up, I was about to shout when I heard her talking. Confused, I stayed quiet and put my hands to my side.

"A divorce? Waeyo?"

I scrunched my forehead in confusion. Divorce? Who is she talking to?

"About time you finally realize that that jerk is no good. Yah! Hyunji-unnie pabo-yah!"

Hyunji? I think I heard that name before...

Oh right! Min Hyunji! She's my mom's bestfriend! Wait, she's getting a divorce?!

"What are you going to do now though?" I heard my mom say with a sigh and she placed the spatula down on the plate by the sink and leaned against the counter. I quickly scrambled out of the room and hid in the living room. Luckily, I chose a place where I can still hear their conversation.

"Wae?! Yoongi-ssi?! Is he okay?! Aish, that bastard."

Yoongi-ssi? Was he the black-haired guy that was with Hyunji-noona when we visited her a few years ago?

"Ne. It's fine. When is he coming?"

He? Who's he?

"Arasseo. I'll pick him up myself. Give me his phone number so we could make plans and stuff."

"Okay then. Jalgayo. Jal jinae."
[Jalgayo = Bye ; Jal jinae = Take care]

After I heard her put the phone down on the table, I slowly rose to my feet and entered the kitchen.

"Annyeong, eomma!" I chirped and leaned to peck her cheek. She turns to me in shock but quickly recomposes herself and gives me a smile.

"You're so early today, Chim Chim. Wae?" She asked and continued stirring the soup again. I inhaled and sighed.

"We're having my favorite soup for dinner, what else?" I said with a grin before going to the fridge and grabbing a can of soda. As if she has an eye inside the fridge, she speaks up. "No soda before dinner, Chim Chim."

I pouted before returning the can in its place and grabbing a juice box instead. After putting the straw in, I sat on the dining table and stared at her back while she cooks.

I'm really curious about eomma's conversation with Hyunji-noona. I can't help it. Noona's gonna get a divorce, who wouldn't be worried about that? What if her husband abused her or treated her badly? I suddenly frowned. I hope noona's okay.

"Aww, what's with the long face, dear?" Mom's soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts and brought me back to reality. I looked up and saw her looking at me with a frown. I straightened up and looked away. Should I ask eomma? But what if she gets mad at me for eavesdropping?

I heard her sigh. "Come on, Jimin. Spill it out." Guess I have no choice. Oh well.

I looked down. "I-I didn't mean to eavesdrop and all but... is Hyunji-noona okay?"

She seemed taken aback by what I said but she still smiled and nodded. "Ne. Don't worry. Hyunji's a strong woman."

"What did her husband do to her?" I asked in a low and careful voice. She shook her head and I can't help but sigh.

"Is Yoongi-ssi okay?"

She shook her head and stopped, then nodded afterwards. I raised a brow at her and she sighed. "Jungsoo-ssi, Hyunji's husband, beat him up earlier."

My eyes widened. "Heol! Waeyo?! Jungsoo-hyungnim did that?!"

She slowly nodded, as if she can't believe it either. "Ne. I didn't think that he could do that to a kid, especially his own son."

This time, my jaw dropped. "Yoongi-ssi is his son?"

She chuckld at my reaction. "Pretty unbelievable that he beat up his own child, huh?"

I slowly nodded. It must be hard for Yoongi. I hope he's okay.

"Anyways, Hyunji asked me if Yoongi can stay with us for the meantime while she's arranging her divorce papers. Is it okay for you?" She asked.

So Yoongi's the one whom eomma will pick up? Well, I don't see any problem with him staying with us. I mean, Busan's pretty far from Seoul, he'll be safe from his abusive father then. I nodded at my mom.

"When is he coming?" I asked, thinking of how to make our house a little bit presentable. Well, our house is not that messy and all, but at least I'll know how much time I have to hide all those photo albums with my baby pictures that mom keeps in the living room. I cringed as I remember the photos.

'As if he'll be interested in those', my subconscious mind chirped.

Well yeah, as if. I bet he's the kingka of his school.

"Next week. So we still have a lot of time to tidy up the house." She said

"But I clean the house every other day." I said, raising my brow.

She grinned at me and ruffled my hair. "Aigoo, I was just messing around."

"Is it cooked yet?" I said with a pout, looking at the pot on the stove. She looked back at it then turned to me, holding her thumb up. I can't help but whisper-yell a yes before grabbing a bowl and a spoon from the kitchen cabinet.

>>>>>

"Yah! Taehyung!" I shouted at the brown-haired kid sitting on our couch. He paused the movie he's watching and turned to me.

"Wae?" He raised a brow at me. I glared at him and pointed at his bare feet on top of the coffee table.

"Put your feet down. I just cleaned the table!" I said with a pout. He sighed and lifted his feet from the table and resumed watching.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Relax, Jimin. You can just clean it again." Namjoon, one of my close friends from school, said before taking a seat beside Taehyung. I sighed and sat on the couch adjacent to theirs.

My friends, both from school and dance club, came over today because it's a Saturday, and we always hang out on Saturdays, whether in someone's crib or outside. I forgot that we have a visitor arriving in a few days so I wasn't able to cancel the planned hangout here in our house.

"Are you okay, hyung?" I turned to my right and saw Jungkook frowning at me. I nodded at him and leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch.

"He's fine. He's just stressed out because their visitor from the City of Dreams will be arriving in two days." Namjoon said with a chuckle as he threw popcorn in his mouth.

"Visitor? From Seoul?" I nodded.

My friends and I haven't been to Seoul. It's not because we can't, but we just felt that we don't belong there. Since birth, we've been boys from the province, and whenever we hear the word Seoul, we automatically think of our dreams. We have seen a bit of Seoul, not in person, but on TV. Most of the interviews, fanmeets, events, and popular activities of celebrities here in South Korea are held there, thus making it the City of Dreams. Some say that once you step on Seoul, there's a big possibility that you'll succeed in whatever you pursue, you just have to work hard and be recognized.

"Is he rich?" Hobi, who just came out of the kitchen with a bowl of crackers, said. I shrugged.

"Eomma didn't tell me much about him. Just his name." I mumbled.

"Well then, what's his name?" Taehyung asked. I thought twice if I should tell them but ended up saying it anyways. "Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

"Jinjja? Min Yoongi?" Namjoon chirped. I turned to him and nodded.

"Wae? You know him, hyung?" Jungkook asked.

Namjoon shook his head. "Not really. But I've listened to a few of his mixtapes already, and they're pretty good."

My eyes widened. "So what, is he some kind of a celebrity?!"

Namjoon is one, if not the most, of the intelligent students in our school. But even so, he's not the nerdy type. In fact, he loves hiphop and rapping so much that he and Hobi have competed in an underground rapping competition. And he writes his own songs and raps but doesn't perform them, he just does it for fun. However, he posts it in a so-called website named MuSix. It's a website wherein you can post your mixtapes, compositions, and other music-related stuff.

"Aniyo. He's not famous. I just accidentally played his mixtape which was in the What's New corner and then I listened to his other mixtapes because they're pretty good." He explained.

"I wonder if he's cute." I heard Taehyung sigh dreamily and I turned to him, my mouth open. "Tae!"

He looked at me and shrugged. "What? He sounds pretty cool and awesome."

"He kinda sounds like a cool guy." Jungkook piped up. I gaped at him. "Not you too, Kookie."

"Don't call me that, Chim Chim." He growled before stuffing his face with popcorn. I felt my cheeks heat up at the mention of my nickname.

It's not that I hate my nickname. Ani. My eomma was the one who created that. It's just that I don't think it suits me now that I'm all grown up.

"Don't call me Chim Chim anymore and I'll stop calling you Kookie." I grumbled. I heard him agree and I turned back to the movie playing.

"What's wrong with nicknames, though. They're actually pretty cute." Jin, who's currently preparing snacks for us, said, my mom's pink apron around his waist. I silently laugh at his appearance. It may sound weird or what but Jin has a weird obsession with the color pink. All shades. Oh, and he loves Mario so much, too.

"We're too old for silly nicknames, hyung." Jungkook whined.

"No one's too old for nicknames, Kookie." Jin teased. The younger just rolled his eyes and looked away. Namjoon can't help but chuckle.

"Wae? You have a problem, Joonie?" Jin said with a smile. Namjoon-hyung's chuckles suddenly faded and he faced Jin with a scowl on his face.

"I don't have a problem, Jinnie." He said with a sly smile. Jin-hyung seems unfazed with Namjoon saying his nickname and just smiled. "Good then."

Namjoon-hyung's scowl went back to his face and he turned back to the movie. I can't help but laugh at them.

"Nothing's funny, Chim Chim." Jin-hyung said. I just rolled my eyes and stood up. I forgot to throw the trash out this morning. "I'm just gonna go throw the trash out." I said before grabbing the trash from the bin and stepping out of the house.

My mind went back to what Namjoon-hyung said earlier. If the Min Yoongi he's talking about is the Min Yoongi that's staying with us for awhile, then I guess we'll have one similar interest: music. I hope we'll get along, though. What if he's arrogant? Or mean? Aish, I hope we'll be friends. It'll be cool to listen to his mixtapes, or watch him make them. I've watched Namjoon a few times before, but because I kept on asking questions about what is this or that is for or called, he kicked me out of his studio and never invited me over again.

My phone suddenly vibrated, sending ticklish waves all throughout my body. I quickly tossed the trash in the big bin and fished out my phone from my sweatpants. I didn't bother looking at the caller ID and immediately answered the call.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"Uh, is this Park Jimin?"

"Ne. Who's this?"

"Oh, it's me, Minam."

"Minam-noona! Why did you call?"

I heard shuffling from the other line and waited for her to answer. Minam-noona is one of my mom's coworkers. "Your mom fainted earlier so we had to bring her here to the hospital. The doctor needs you here because he has some things to talk to you about."

My eyes widened and tears started flowing down my cheeks. "H-How is she? I-Is she okay? I-I'm on my way!"

I started sprinting back to my house with my phone still pressed against my ear. "She's okay, Jimin. Don't worry. Nothing bad. By the way we're in Busan Local Hospital. I gotta go now." She said before hanging up. I nodded and pushed the door open and ran towards my room, ignoring the stares and questions from my friends. I quickly slipped on a pair of jeans, sweater, and converse before going out of my room to get the house keys from the living room.

"Where are you going, Jimin-hyung?"

"Hospital." I quickly said before rummaging through the cabinet, finding my house keys.

"Wae? Is everything alright?"

"Mom fainted." I said and grabbed the keys. I turned to them. "Can you guys watch over the house for awhile until I get back?"

Hobi-hyung nodded. "No prob, Jimin."

"Do you want a ride?" Jin-hyung asked. I nodded and muttered thanks before going out of the house. After a few minutes, Jin came out and we hopped in in his pickup truck and drove off.

>>>>>

"Nothing bad, Mr. Park. She fainted because of exhaustion. But to make sure, we'll have to confine her here for a few days so we can monitor her. Don't worry, you can visit everyday if you want. And you don't need to worry about the hospital bills, their company will be the one who'll pay for them." Dr. Song said as he handed me his diagnosis. I read it and gave it back to him and sighed. I thought mom was hiding something from me. Aish.

"C-Can I see her?" I asked. He nodded and told me to follow him and we went out of his office.

We stopped in front of room 0613 and he gestured for me to go in. I slowly opened the door and found her sitting on her hospital bed, watching something in the TV. I grinned at the sight of her.

"Chim Chim!" She cried out when she saw me. I gave her a smile and hugged her.

"You made me worry, eomma! I thought you were hiding something from me." I said with a pout. She giggled and ruffled my dyed hair.

"Mianhae. But I'm okay now, I just have to stay for a few days." She said with a smile.

"How about Yoongi-ssi, eomma?" I asked, suddenly remembering our visitor. She bit on her apple and turned to me. "Can you pick him up yourself?"

I guess it would be better if I pick him up. I can't just force my mom out of the hospital just to pick him up. But then we don't have a car, I think mom was supposed to borrow Minam-noona's car for it but I'm too shy to borrow her car. Oh! Maybe I could borrow Jin-hyung's truck. I nodded. "Ne, eomma. I'll just borrow Jin-hyung's truck."

"Arasseo. Komahwo, Jimin-ssi."

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I'm gonna go cut this here because it's too long already XD

Anyways, I hope you guys liked this! I included the rest of Bangtan too because, hey, why not right. And it'll be more fun and all.

If you guys are confused, the events in this chapter happened before Yoongi arrived in Busan, just in Jimin's pov so you guys would have an idea of Jimin's, Jimin's friends', and Jimin's mom's characters. I hope it's not that confusing (TдT)

Thanks for reading!

사랑함니다!,

~Nikki~