s a t u r d a y

10:38 p.m.

Jimin's POV

"I'm home!" I hear Y/N's voice echo from the front door.

I sit up from the couch to see them with a bag. Y/N places the plastic bag they have on the table as they untie their shoes.

"What's in the bag?" I ask, walking over to them.

"Hair dye and some snacks," they reply.

I raise an eyebrow out of confusion.

"Why do you need hair dye?" I ask.

"I need to re-dye my hair," Y/N says, pointing to their split dyed head.

"Wait, so you're telling me you did your hair yourself? And you didn't go to a salon? Wow!" I say, surprised.

They really can do everything.

"Yeah. I don't like salons," they tell me with a chuckle.

"Oh! Jin told me that you were looking for me. What did you need?" Y/N asks.

I completely forgot. I jump when I remember what I wanted to show Y/N about.

"Well, I came up with something for my solo. I was hoping you would take a look at it," I tell them, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Sure! I would love to - let me see," they say, with a smile.

"Alright! Follow me," I say, skipping my way to my room.

I hear Y/N chuckle as we go through the hallway. We get to my room. I grab my notebook from my desk. I turn around to see Y/N still in the doorway to my room.

"You can come in," I laugh at Y/N.

"Okay," they mumble.

They walk in and sit on my bed. There is a small squeak of mattress springs as they sit.

"So what do you have?" They ask.

I open up to the pages I wrote on.

"Uh, here," I reply, handing her my notebook.

I feel so nervous, I really hope they like it. I fiddle with my hands as Y/N continues to read the lyrics. A small smile crosses their face. There's no way! Do they like it? I wonder.

Your POV

I'm glad that Jimin asked me to look at his work. I get an idea of how he works, kind of. I smile at the lyric, 'so that you won't hurt, so that you could smile'. I continue to read his work, and I am impressed. I think I have an idea on who this is for, ARMY. His lyrics are what I needed to hear after the past few hours.

"I like it. May I ask, what's the story? It's fine if there isn't one," I say.

"Oh well, I wrote it for army and for myself. For a while I have struggled with my mental health especially when it came to loving myself. I know that armies also struggle so I thought if I opened up and become their light maybe at least they can love themselves," Jimin tells me.

"It's beautiful Jimin. I admire how you and the rest of the members love and care for armies. It's-It's, wow! I can't find the words," I state, shocked at myself.

Jimin leans closer to me and wipes a tear my cheek.

"You had a tear," he replies shyly.

"Aish! I really need to stop being a crybaby," I mumble.

"Being a crybaby isn't bad, it shows that you have emotions and that you are human," Jimin says.

I turn to face him, "Since when are you so old?" I joke, ruffling his hair.

"Yah! Don't do that!" He whines, fixing his hair.

"Well, get some rest we can work on your song tomorrow, okay?" I suggest, getting up from his bed.

"Okay, you get some sleep too! Don't stay up working like Yoongi," Jimin says.

I chuckle at his comment.

"I'm serious. You need sleep like the rest of us," he says, in a more serious tone.

"Okay, okay, I will. Goodnight Jimin," I say, leaving his room.

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"Rise and shine, sleepy head," I hear a male voice sing.

I open my eyes to see I'm back home? I look around my room to see everything is the same. Just like when I was younger. Same old ugly blue color that drives me up the wall. Same metallic decals slapped over the blue. I sit up in my bed and see my father by my bedside.

"Dad," I smile, sitting up in my bed.

"Hey, kiddo," he replies, smiling back.

I hug him. I deeply inhale his cologne. The scent I used to hate, now I hate it less.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he asks.

I pull away.

"I miss you," I tell him, getting teary eyed.

"I miss you too, kid," he replies, ruffling my hair.

"Hey, stop it," I laugh, wiping my tears.

"You always pick the bedroom," my father sighs.

"This is where you taught me how to play, how to write music. How to be happy!" I tell him, looking around my small room.

My keyboard in the same corner, the guitar my dad gave me next to it. The color of the instruments completely not going with the color of the wall.

"So, tell me, what's on your mind? Do I need to come back from the dead and kick some butts?" he jokes, attempting to crack his knuckles.

I laugh at him, something I miss the most. Even if you were balling your eyes out, he would always make you smile. Or try to.

"No, I-I'm just a bit lost, I guess," I say, playing with the blanket on my bed.

"I heard that you're finally going to show yourself, I'm glad. Is that why you feel that way though?" my father questions.

I nod my head in response.

"I know I should be excited, but I'm scared. I don't want mom to find me and destroy what I have. I don't want her to take away the ones I care for. I don't want to be alone again," I tell him, my voice cracking.

I wipe a tear before it could fall.

"You know that won't happen, right? And if it does I know you will fight for yourself and those boys that you care for. Especially, darn, what's his name, Min Yoon - what is it?" he mumbles to himself trying to remember the name.

"Min Yoongi," I inform him.

"Yes! Him. Don't think I can't see the way he looks at you. Y/N, don't let your fear and worries take over you. You have worked so hard to get to where you are now. I'm sorry that I couldn't be there, but I know you can do this. I'll be right by your side. You have your fans and you have your friends. You have everything you need, you got this," my father tells me, holding my hands.

I smile, then sniffle trying really hard to hold back the ocean of tears that want to fall.

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. I'm thankful for the memories that I have with you," I tell him.

A flash of purple light comes through. For a moment I couldn't see because of how bright it was. I have no idea what happened.

"Wow, look at you! Just look at you" I hear my father gasp.

"My little kid is all grown up," he smiles.

I look down at myself to see that I'm in my normal clothes. My hair is now split dyed, poorly. My father sees the grown up me now.

"What did I tell you about dying your hair?" he questions, crossing his arms.

"Opps?" I reply, shrugging.

The sound of a car alarm goes off.

No, no, no please. Not again.

"It looks like I have to go, kiddo," he sighs, getting off of the bed walking to the door.

"Hey, dad," I begin, he turns around.

"Yes?" he replies.

"I love you," I tell him.

"I love you too, kiddo," he says.

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s u n d a y

8:01 a.m.

"Morning sleepy head," I hear a gravely voice speak.

I open my eyes to see Yoongi and his slight bed head. His hair looks fluffy.

"Morning Yoongs" I reply.

A/N: Heller, I hope you enjoyed this part. If you could leave a vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Anyway, have a great day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3