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Cute.

"Jimin...."
"Yes?" He adorably looked up at me, away from the mud he was playing with. I rolled up his sleeves as he thanked me, and I crouched down beside him, my back hurting a little.

"Did you have breakfast?"
I asked him, and he suddenly concentrated way too religiously to make a house out of the mud. "Jiminie..." I softly spoke, patting his back, as he looked back at me and smiled.

"Don't tell anyone." He said, still smiling.
"What did you have for dinner last night?"
"Couldn't have anything. You fainted, and it was all so chaotic."

"When was the last time you ate?"
"Breakfast, yesterday. With you guys."

I wanted to punch him in the face for being like that. But I felt bad for him too. People have really high expectations from him, and he is the kind of person who enjoys praises. So, to meet those expectations, he'll go to any extent.

"What's this water diet that you're following?"
"Who told you!?" He jumped up and crawled back a little. But quickly dropped his head and asked me to talk low.
"Yoongi Oppa."

"That guy needs to mind his own business", Jimin scoffed, standing up and dusting pants off after wiping his hands at the sides of his jeans. "You're his business. You're his close friend. He's only worried about you." "And I'm worried about my weight. I cannot lose weight no matter what I try."

"Jimin, don't be like that. You're so perfect. I don't know why you can't see it. You're such a beautiful human being. And your figure is perfect for a dancer."

"But I'm still not attractive enough. Fans want me to be cuter, and my muscular form isn't helping it."

"Jimin, look at yourself through the eyes of the people who love you, and then you'll understand."

"Nia, why do you think that you can talk me out of this?"

"I'm only tryi-"
"Everyone has tried. And this point they have given up trying to explain it to me."

I looked at him sadly, as he started to walk towards the boys. I jogged up to him and hugged him from the side, smiling as he smiled back.

"Thank you for caring, though."

"You should know...." I said, holding onto his hand. "....I'll never stop trying."

Taehyung suddenly hugged Jimin from behind, and I let go of his hand.

"I wanna go home now." Jimin said, and Taehyung nodded before squeezing him and picking him up. Jimin quickly walked around him and climbed his back like a puppy.

Yoongi climbed Jin's back and Hoseok climbed Jungkook's back.

"You know what that means?" Namjoon playfully said, and I smiled.
"Get on, cowboy!" I exclaimed and everyone started laughing. Namjoon shook his head in disappointment and picked me up bridal style before standing in front of a plank. Everyone else standing beside us uniformly.

"3..."
"Guys, what's this?"
"2...."
"Guys?"
"1!"
"NAMJOON BITCH WE'RE GOING TO DIE!"

We reached the building in the blink of an eye. Maybe because I closed my eyes the moment he began running, and opened it only when we reached the building safely.

Namjoon let my body go, but held onto my waist as I tried to stand upright and not stumble. When we walked further inside, BangPD was standing there, shocked to see the boys coming in from outside.