Chan-woo's heart pounded as he walked down the corridor towards the usual dance practice room he had his stage lessons in. He came to a stop in front of the door and stared at it as he took in a deep breath to calm his nerves. He reminded himself that he could do this and he was only nervous because he cared for the outcome. With that in mind, he opened the door to see an impressive set up.

There was a camera setup on a tripod, a seat to the right of the camera, a chair in front of the camera and behind that was a black sheet that hung from a crossbar supported by two light stands. There were three lights on c-stands placed around the space in a three-point lighting setup, all shone down on the chair he was to sit on.

He walked in with a surprised expression, bowed towards Min-ki respectfully who smiled back before he walked over to the back wall and put his backpack down. He took a second to gather his thoughts as the anxious voice begun to quickly spit out worry after worry. With hesitancy in his step, he walked over to Min-ki who stood next to the camera adjusting the settings.

"Good afternoon Chan-woo!" the older male looked up as he approached and smiled warmly. "Sleep well?"

"Good afternoon, Min-ki Hyung. I did. And you?" he asked, smiled back nervously before he looked around the space.

"I did, I did. Are you ready for you last lesson with me?" Min-ki asked, straightened up and faced him.

"I am feeling a mixture of nervousness and sadness, but I am ready," he breathed out with a shaky smile.

"Don't be sad, Chan-woo," the older cooed. "I'm sure we will see each other around the company."

After he nodded his head in silent agreement, Chan-woo looked around at the setup and couldn't help but slightly shake his head in amazement. Never before had he seen something like this in person. Of course he had seen the behind the scene of interviews before, but seeing it in person was something else for sure. He could feel his heart rate increase as he silently waited for the older to start the process.

"Now each interview will be different with the way they mic you up," said Min-ki as he bent down next to the leg of the tripod and fished something out of a bag. "Some may have the mic taped onto your chest, some may have a clip on mic, and other interviews you may have microphones. For today we'll use a clip on mic since it is the easiest."

Finally retrieving what he needed, Min-ki stood up and faced Chan-woo. In his hands were a mic pack with a long wire that had a clip on lav mic at the other end. He handed the items to the nervous younger male before he bent down once more.

"Carefully slide the mic pack down through the collar of your shirt and feed it out to the bottom," he instructed while he fiddled with the Zoom F8 Recorder. "Place the mic pack in your front or back pocket. Don't touch any buttons, I have it synced up already. And then attach the lav mic to the collar of your shirt."

"Okay," whispered Chan-woo as he followed the instructions.

With shaky hands, he pulled his shirt away from his neck and carefully slid the mic pack down, guiding it to the bottom with his other hand. He grabbed it at the bottom of his shirt and placed it in his front pocket. Chan-woo was relieved he didn't drop the expensive looking equipment, especially considering this was his first time handling such thing. He quickly clipped the little mic onto his collar, just below his chin, and looked over to Min-ki.

"All done Hyung," he said quietly as he inquisitively peered down at what the other was doing, curiosity in his eyes for the entire process.

"Good job," Min-ki looked up at him with a smile. "You can go sit down now. I just need a few more minutes to finish getting ready."

Chan-woo nodded as he carefully walked around all of the cords and sat down on the chair. He looked around as he waited patiently and focused on taking calming breaths in and out. He tried his best to calm down his nerves. This would only last a handful of minutes. He could do this. He just needed to think before he spoke and remember all of his training over the past week and a bit.

His attention was captured by Min-ki as he stood up from where he had been fiddling with the recorder. The older walked over to the door and turned the room's lights off. Chan-woo squinted as the lights that had been setup to properly light him suddenly became very bright in the now dark room. He watched the dark silhouette of his coach approach the camera. The room silent as the older adjusted the settings on the camera one last time before he grabbed a slate out of another bag on the floor.

"Ready Channie-ah?" Min-ki excitedly asked.

"As ready as I can be, Hyung," he answered with a soft chuckle.

"Camera is recording, sound is recording, perfect," Min-ki said out loud to himself as he double checked the equipment and came to stand in front of Chan-woo. He held the slate in front of the younger's face and peered down at him with an excited smile. "Mock interview with Jung Chan-woo. Soft sticks."

The soft sound of the slate slapping rung throughout the quiet room, slightly startling Chan-woo. Min-ki walked away from him, placed the slate on to the ground beside his chair before he picked up a clipboard and sat down. As Chan-woo waited for the other to speak, he could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears. He could feel his palms slowly start to clam up and his mouth dry slightly.

"Hello, please introduce yourself," Min-ki suddenly said, surprising the younger out of his thoughts.

"Ah hello! I'm Chan, it's very nice to meet you," he smiled nervously and brought his hand up to wave towards the camera.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," said Min-ki as he looked up from his clipboard. "So you are the newest member in the popular Korean boy band BTS, is that right?"

"Yes it is," smiled Chan-woo. "I have been lucky enough to have been given this amazing opportunity to join BTS."

"Ah, amazing. What are you hoping to bring to the table to this already talented group?" asked Min-ki.

"Well I am hoping to bring a new voice to the group that blends in and supports the other members amazing vocals. I also want to bring a new powerful presence for when we perform that I hope the fans will really enjoy," Chan-woo answered confidently as he looked at Min-ki while he spoke. "And I have been working very hard to create meaningful lyrics for future songs that I hope will resinate with people."

"I look forward to seeing what you bring to the group," kindly said Min-ki as he briefly checked his clipboard. "BTS's last album release 'Love Yourself: Her' focuses around expressing the anxiety and elation around love. Are you looking to contribute to their next album release?"

"I really hope I can contribute and have input with the creation of the next album. Only time will tell if any of my ideas fit with the next concept," he couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Subconsciously, he covered his mouth with the long sleeve of his shirt that covered his hand.

"Good luck, I believe you will have many wonderful ideas. Regarding the release of their last album, they have recently started the 'Love Myself' campaign partnered with UNICEF to help raise awareness and to help end violence towards children and teens. As the newest member to join BTS, will you be supporting this campaign the other members have started?"

"I will wholeheartedly back and support the campaign. In fact I have already made contributions to the campaign as it is an issue that is so close to home," he smiled sadly upon seeing the sad look Min-ki gave him. "I never want to see anyone else go through what I have. And I hope through this campaign and the music they listen to, those small voices can gather the courage to speak out."

"A touching message," Min-ki's voice was laced with sadness.

Hating the pitiful look in his stage coach's eyes, he gulped and nodded. Chan-woo looked down at his lap as he felt a wave of emotions pour through him. He would never admit this in an actual interview. But here with Min-ki, he felt safe to open himself up. As well as the knowledge that the only other person to see this would be Bang PD-nim. He took a deep breath in before he looked up and nodded for Min-ki to continue the interview.

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A wide smile was painted across Chan-woo's face as he stood up from the chair and stretched his aching muscles. The mock interview was finally over after what felt like a long time. He had continued to answer questions and tell Min-ki more about himself, he even showed off his English skills at one point. He looked at his stage coach as the other walked over with a massive smile on his face.

"I've very proud of you, well done Channie-ah!" cooed Min-ki as he leaned in and hugged the younger tightly. "You've worked really hard and it has payed off."

"Nothing could have been achieved without your help, Hyung," Chan-woo laughed as he hugged the other back. "Thank you so much for everything."

"It's the least I could do for you. I wish you all the best for the future kiddo," he said, pulled back and ruffled the soft, fluffy hair.

"Thank you," a blush raised on his cheeks as he bowed slightly.

"Now, give me the mic pack and get the hell out of here. Go celebrate with the boys or something," Min-ki laughed while held out his hand.

"Yes Hyung," he whispered as he carefully unclipped the lav mic and pulled it through his shirt, passing the expensive equipment over to Min-ki once he was untangled. "Thank you again."

"You did great, I mean it. I hope to see you around kid," he said as he begun to pack everything up.

"I'm sure you will," Chan-woo said as he walked over to his backpack and put it on. "Bye Min-ki Hyung. Take care."

"You too, Channie-ah," the older smiled and waved as Chan-woo left the dance practice room.

After he closed the door behind him, he came to a sudden stop as he lifted his eyes to find a slightly sweaty and out of breath Jung Hoseok standing before him. What took Chan-woo by surprise even more was the bouquet of brightly coloured flowers in his hand. He tilted his head in suspicion as he looked at his Hyung for answers.

"Congratulations!" Hoseok loudly exclaimed as he stepped forward and embraced the shocked Chan-woo.

"T-Thank you, Hoseok Hyung," he breathlessly replied, still trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to give you a gift for finishing training and becoming one step closer to debuting," he answered with a giant smile on his face.

"That's very kind, I really appreciate that," Chan-woo smiled back as his heart raced a million miles a minute. "No one has ever done anything so kind for me before."

"Really? Wow, I feel honoured to be the first then," laughed Hoseok as he held the flowers out. "Do you like them?"

"I love them," he said as he brought them to his face to inhale the sweet smell. "They're beautiful. Thank you, Hyung."

"That's okay," he smiled and placed his right arm around the younger in a side hug.

"Hyung, can I ask why you are so sweaty?" Chan-woo chuckled and looked at the slightly dishevelled look on the older.

"I was in dance practice, but I snuck away for a few minutes to hand deliver these," he said with a prideful smile. "How could I not? It was worth the look on your cute little face."

The blush on Chan-woo's cheeks only grew redder at the comment before he felt Hoseok reach over and pinch his left cheek. He pouted before he swatted the hand away with his unoccupied hand. He hung his head as he heard the cooing from the older, stepped away from the side hug and pouted even more.

"So cute," cooed Hoseok with adoration in his eyes. "Are you up to anything? Would you like to come join the dance practice? You don't have to do anything, of course. Well you shouldn't with your current health problems anyway. Just come and watch. Please?"

"I would love to, but I really need to go grocery shopping. I haven't had the time with all of this training," he said, his heart dropped as he watched the sad look come on to Hoseok's face. "A-Are you all at dance practice or is anyone else at the dorm?"

"We are all here doing dance practice until 6pm," he answered with a tilt of his head. "Why's that?"

"Well, I still don't have a key to the dorms. So, I am just trying to figure out if I can get in by myself or if I should wait in the hallway for you guys," Chan-woo told him, secretly hoping to have some help from the older.

"How about I give you my key," the older suggested and looked down the corridor. "It's in my bag in the room. Come with me, I'll have to grab it quickly."

With a nod of his head, Chan-woo silently followed Hoseok down the hallway towards one of the dance practice rooms. His heart started beating faster as he approached the closed door, nervous to see what would happen when he stepped foot in the space. He wondered if anyone would acknowledge his presence or the fact he had just completed his training. His heart skipped a beat thinking that Yoongi, at the very least, would be happy for him.

Hoseok held the door open for him before he walked over to the row of bags against one of the walls. Chan-woo stepped in and closed the door behind him, awkwardly standing there with the bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked around to see most of the group were rehearsing the choreography together. The second they saw movement, they looked over at him and threw a glare his way before they went back to what they were previously doing.

His heart dropped with the pain. But Chan-woo reminded himself to not to be too surprised. He had half expected to be ignored by majority of the group. It was just the unnecessary glares that hurt the most. His eyes roamed the room after he noticed Yoongi missing from the members that were practicing. He found the other male sat on the floor, scrolling through his phone. He was excited for the other to see him as he kept his eyes on the older. He hoped for a warmer welcome from him after the events of last night.

But Yoongi never looked up from his phone as Chan-woo continued to uncomfortably stand at the door. His face dropped as he looked at the ground in disappointment. He was feeling all alone after being ignored by the rest of the group, and it would have made him feel so much better if he had another person except Hoseok to lean on in that moment.

"Here you are," Hoseok said as he walked over and handed him the key. "Congratulations again! I have to get back to practice, but I'll see you when I get back tonight."

"T-Thank you, Hyung," Chan-woo said as he bowed in gratitude to the other. "Have fun."

"I will, you be safe out there," smiled Hoseok as he walked backwards before he turned around and re-joined the group.

Chancing one last glance at Yoongi, he saw the older male was still preoccupied with his phone. He sighed softly, turned around and walked out of the room. After he closed the door behind him gently, Chan-woo begun making his way towards the elevators, ready to go back to the dorm before he went out shopping. Part of him was disappointed that Yoongi didn't see him or say anything to him. And another part of him was eternally grateful to have Hoseok there to support him. That was all he needed, just one person. It was enough. More than he had ever had before.

After he stepped into the elevator and pressed the ground floor button, he looked down at the beautiful flowers in his hands. A smile unconsciously formed on his face at the kind gesture Hoseok had done for him. Chan-woo had never received such a gift like that in his life and he wanted to keep the flowers alive for as long as possible. He wanted to keep them alive so he could look at them each day and be reminded he was no longer alone in this cruel, uncaring, cold world.

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Standing at the front door, he struggled to put the key into the door handle with his hands full of plastic bags. Chan-woo realised his mistake after he failed time after time to slide the key in. He placed the bags in his hand down on the floor with a soft smile on his face, before, he attempted one more time. The key easily entered the keyhole before it clicked unlock smoothly. While he laughed at his stupidity, he grabbed the bags and crab walked into the apartment, slightly out of breath.

Chan-woo tiredly placed the handful of plastic bags on to the counter top before he headed back and locked the front door. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he sat on one of the bar stools. He momentarily stayed still as he caught his breath back, hauling everything from the taxi to the dorm had been a monumental effort on his behalf. He slid Hoseok's house key to the edge of the bench so he didn't accidentally keep it or lose it.

Gathering the last of his physical energy, Chan-woo hopped out of the chair and grabbed the two plastic bags full of cold meat. He tied the handles and squeezed the remaining air out of them. He walked over to the fridge, opened it up, and managed to find a spot to store them. Although he did have to quickly rearrange a few items to make the two bags fit side-by-side.

Next Chan-woo looked through the cupboards in the kitchen to try and find a place to store his food that belonged in the pantry. He found a spare area on the top shelf of the overhead cupboards above the stove. Sighing to himself, he knew he'd need to either go on his tippy toes or climb on something with his average height to reach the shelf. As he turned around and walked back to the remaining bag, he cursed himself and his heritage for being born on the average side of height.

It took him a few minutes to sort through the remaining shopping bags. He separating the food from the other general supplies he had brought. He moved all of the general supplies to one side and all of the pantry items to the other. Finally, he tiredly begun to move the food in to its new place above the stove. He had brought himself food he could have or cook for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was determined to start looking after his body like Bang PD-nim, Daniel, Yoongi and Hoseok wanted.

His body grew tired from so much physical exertion. So Chan-woo took a brief break as he sat back down on the bar stool. He used that opportunity to sort through and separate the other general supplies he had purchased. While he had been in the shop, he remembered Namjoon saying he needed to buy anything he wanted. He didn't want to anger him, so just in case, he brought himself his own dishes and utensils.

Along with that, one of the things he had also purchased was a vase for the flowers that Hoseok had brought for him. As he laid eyes upon the flowers he had taken home before shopping, he couldn't help the smile and small blush that lit his face. He reached over and pulled them back to him by the stalks. He lifted them to his nostrils and inhaled the delightfully fresh scent.

Deciding to not deprive the lovely flowers of water any longer, Chan-woo grabbed the vase in his free hand while he also grabbed the new pair of scissors he had brought in the hand that already held the flowers. He carefully walked over to the kitchen sink with his hands full. He gently placed the vase in the sink, placed the flowers and scissors to the side, and then filled the vase with room temperature water. He lifted the half-full vase up and placed it aside on the counter top.

The water from the tap still ran as he untied the bouquet of flowers. With his left hand, Chan-woo held the now free flowers under the flowing water, and with his right hand, he held the scissors. Visually, he estimated roughly two centimetres up the stems before he swiftly cut them. The instant he had cut them, he quickly transferred the flowers into the vase, submerging the exposed stalks into the water. Looking proudly upon the display, he begun to clean up the mess in the sink before he moved the vase to the middle of the counter top.

Chan-woo shoved his scissors and the rest of his general supplies back into some of the plastic bags, took them over to his duffle bag and placed them beside it so they were out of the way until he needed them. He sighed as he stood up and looked around the quiet apartment. This had been the first time since he had arrived that he had the entire place to himself. He scratched the back of his neck, not really sure what to do with himself now.

Chan-woo leant down and opened his backpack up. He grabbed out his laptop, its charger and his headphones. It had been weeks since he last had a chance to just sit and let out his creativity. He headed over to the dining table, set up his items, plugged in his charger to the wall and finally sat down with a heavy sigh. He opened up his laptop and connected his headphones. It took him a few minutes to figure out where he should start as he opened the word document that contained all of his lyrical ideas.

There was one particular song he had been working hard on for a while now. He had created the hook and bridge for it, happy with the way they were worded. But the rest of the song was not coming together easily. He decided to try and work on the pre-chorus for the time being as it felt close to being done.

"For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad," he whispered as he re-read what he had previously written. "For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt. I wish love was as perfect as... Hmmm... As perfect as..."

What could be as perfect as love? Chan-woo thought as he absentmindedly tapped on the table with his pointer finger. Reading over his bridge and hook, he wondered if perhaps his answer lay within them. This whole song was based on the idea that the love his parents rarely showed was all fake. He was sick of receiving the fake love from them, and over the years, he had lost who he was as a person from the abuse he suffered. Perhaps the only thing he could wish love could be as perfect as is love itself.

"For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad. For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt. I wish love was as perfect as love itself," he whispered as he tested it out.

A sad, small smile spread across his face as he repeated the new lyrics in his head over and over. It seemed to fit the overall theme of the song and it represented what he felt towards love. Why were there people in this world that treated people cruelly? Why did some parents think it was fine to mistreat their children behind closed doors and then put on a fake, happy façade in public? Why did he have to lose himself in the process of his unstable and abusive life?

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Suddenly awaking to a loud sound, Chan-woo slowly sat up from the table where he had accidentally fallen asleep. He looked up and saw the entire group walk in the front door, loudly talking to one another. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with his long shirt sleeve before just tiredly watching them. His mind was foggy from the small nap he had taken by accident.

The members all glared at him before they ignored him as they spread out throughout the apartment to decompress after the long day they had. His eyes caught sight of Hoseok and Yoongi who entered last, immediately becoming happy upon seeing the pair. He saw Hoseok look at the flowers before he looked around for him. Their eyes connected and they both smiled widely at one another.

"Channie-ah! They look beautiful!" Hoseok exclaimed as he walked up to the flowers and admired them.

"You are the one that brought them, Hyung," Chan-woo couldn't help but chuckle tiredly.

"Did you fall asleep there?" asked Yoongi as the older walked over to him.

Chan-woo nodded as a blush grew on his cheeks. Yoongi sat down beside him and placed his bag on the table. A small yawn escaped the younger's lips as he stretched his sore back. He covered his mouth in embarrassment and shyly looked over at Yoongi who had chuckled at him. He was about to say something when Hoseok pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.

"What were you doing on your laptop before you fell asleep?" asked Hoseok, while Yoongi tried to see the screen.

"Oh," he said before he closed the screen almost all the way. "I-I was just writing, you know? Nothing interesting really."

"Ooo, what were you writing?" Hoseok asked with an excited smile.

"Lyrics," he said with a blush and looked down at his lap.

"That sounds pretty interesting to me," said Yoongi with a small smile. "Can you show me one day?"

"Me too! Show me too!" laughed Hoseok. "Don't forget about this Hyung."

"How could I ever forget about you, Hoseok Hyung," he laughed tiredly with a blush. "I will show you one day when I am ready. Just not yet."

"So cute," cooed Hoseok.

"No," whined Chan-woo as he pouted.

"Yes," whispered Yoongi as he leant over and pinched the bright pink cheek.

"No," he pushed the offending hand away before he folded his arms on the table and rested his forehead upon them.

His body became stiff as he felt a hand ran up and down his back in a comforting way. Goosebumps rose on his skin from the gentle touch. Chan-woo melted into the touch from Yoongi as a heavy sigh left his lip. His eyes closed on their own as he relaxed, no longer hearing the conversation between the other two as he grew more and more tired. Slowly he drifted off into sleep once more, much to the amusement of his two Hyungs that sat beside him.