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Mi Sun sat outside the bathroom, watching the door intently. Hobi had been in there longer than normal and it made her uneasy. She’d already tried opening the door, but it was locked and calling to him hadn’t done anything. She was chewing her lip and bouncing her leg when she caught movement from the corner of her eye—someone was coming down the hall. Sun stood up and stepped closer to them, absently playing with the hem of her shirt.

Noticing her, Jin paused and asked “Sun? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but I’m worried about Hobi. He’s been in the bathroom too long.”

“Go find Yoongi. I’ll try to get him out.”

She searched the rooms, running into Namjoon, Tae, Jungkook, Jimin, and finally Yoongi. He looked up from his paper and saw Sun more anxious than usual. “What’s wrong?”

“Hobi. He’s been in the bathroom too long and I have a bad feeling…” Sun replied.

“Shit.” Yoongi said as he stood. His normally impassive face showed just a hint of concern.

“What? What is it?”

“Bad feeling…” He mumbled, going quickly to the door. Sun cursed and followed, needing to push through the rest of the guys, who had gathered in the main room apprehensively. When she got to the bathroom she saw the door open—and Jin standing in front of the mirror.

“Where’s Hobi?”

“He left. No one could stop him… And when I came in here I saw this in the sink.” It was an empty bottle of pills.

Sun squeezed her eyes shut and huffed out a breath, hands balling up at her sides. Jin was about to set a hand on her shoulder when she took a step towards the door. “I’m going to go after him. I don’t want him being alone if something happens. Have the others go looking, too; we can cover more ground.”

“Just go, I’ll sort everything else out.” Jin said.

Sun nodded her thanks, then left the dorm to start searching for Hobi. Where would he go? Then she remembered he was rather fond of Dongho bridge not too far from the dorms—that was the most likely option in her mind. So she set off towards Dongho bridge and tried to stay calm, combing the streets on her way. When she got to a vantage point, Sun saw Hobi crossing the bridge so she sent a quick text to everyone else letting them know she found him. She then made her way down to the bridge.

Once at the beginning of the bridge, Sun saw Hobi collapse about halfway across. She involuntarily let out a scream and sprinted to where he was. Once near him, she dropped to her knees and started checking him over.

“Why did you take the pills, dammit? That isn’t like you.”

“I-I thought…” Hobi said hoarsely.

“You obviously thought wrong. You need help. Now put your arm around my shoulder.” Sun said sternly.

He moved to do what she said, but his arm lifted only slightly before dropping back to the pavement.

“Hobi?” Sun asked, suddenly hit by full panic. She shook his shoulder to get any kind of response as tears sprang to her eyes. “Hobi?” She tried again, voice edging higher. Finally, she took hold of his arm and bent so she could sling it over her shoulder before standing up—hauling him with her. She then set off towards the end of Dongho bridge again; matching stride with Hobi so as not to jostle him too much.
Even with nearly his full weight leaning on her, Sun kept going. Thankfully she saw all the other guys waiting at the end of the bridge and once there, Jungkook picked Hobi up to get him to a car to get him to the hospital. Jin went with to drive while Jimin joined. The rest went into a second car with Yoongi driving.

At the hospital Hobi was admitted right away, leaving everyone else to anxiously sit in the waiting room. Yoongi sat and zoned, Tae sat and bounced his leg while Jungkook sat right next to him, biting his nails. Jin paced around the waiting room. Joon stood at the nurse’s station, hoping to get any news he could. Jimin sat, spacing, but flinched at any sound. Sun, much the same as Yoongi, perched on a chair and absently played with her fingers.
When a doctor came out calling for Hoseok, everyone stood or stopped what they were doing, but Jin was the one who went to speak for them all. When Jin turned back, everyone looked at him expectantly.

“He’s fine now, just a little weak. We’ll be able to visit soon, but we’ll need to go to the psych ward… And not all at once. We don’t want to overwhelm him.” As the others started to plan how to split for visiting, Jin went over to Sun and set a hand on her arm. “I thought you would want to visit by yourself. You can go in first.”

“Thanks, Jin… I can go last, though. I’m going to stay with him.”

By the time she got to the room, after finally getting the staff to let her stay, Hobi had fallen asleep. She adjusted the blanket over him and pushed some black hair from his face before pulling a chair up to the bedside and sitting
down. It was weird seeing him hooked up to all those machines… Feeling tired herself, Sun rested her head on the bed, near Hobi’s hand, and started drifting off. But as she did, a forgotten memory surfaced back to the front of her mind.

***

Sun stood in her kindergarten classroom, watching her younger self playing with her favorite toys. A little Hobi then came up and plopped next to her. “Can I play, too?”

“Aren’t there others to play with?”

“They aren’t as fun as you. My eomma says we used to play together even before this, so why not now?” He asked, flashing a bright smile.

“Okay.” Sun relented, handing a toy to Hobi.

They played for a while before some other boys in the class came over. “Playing with a girl, Hobi?”

Hobi shied closer to Sun, who snapped her attention to the other boys. “Go away and quit picking on him, meanies.”

“Why? He won’t do anything about it. He’s a crybaby and a chicken.” One of the boys said, looming over both of them.

Sun then impulsively stood and punched the boy, knocking him onto the ground, before calmly going back to playing with Hobi.
The boy started crying and ran off to find the teacher as everything seemed fuzzier.

***

Hobi woke up to see Sun in a chair pulled up to the bedside, folded nearly in half so her head was lying on the bed. She was fast asleep. He smiled softly and reached out to stroke her dark hair splayed over the hospital blanket; she’d stayed with him even though he left without a word earlier.

Feeling something in her hair, Sun stirred and saw Hobi awake, too. The sleepy look quickly melted to joy as she sat up. “Hobi~ Are you feeling better?”

“I am now.”

Her smile then disappeared as she reached out to smack his arm. “That’s for doing it in the first place. You had us all worried sick.”

Hobi was about to respond when Jin poked his head into the room. “Annyeonghaseyo. Is everything okay in here? I have some others who’d like to see you again.”

Sun scooted her chair back from the edge of the bed and absently brought a hand up to check her hair.

Coming into the room, Jin held up a neatly wrapped parcel. “Sun, I brought this for you. I figured you’d want some fresh clothes, so I went up to your dorm before coming here. And I brought food, too, since I figured you wouldn’t eat anything here.” He said.

At the mention of food, Sun’s stomach growled. “Thank you, Jin. I thought I’d have to go home to freshen up and I still don’t want to leave.” She got up and pulled out the fresh clothes before leaving to change. When she got back to the room, everyone was there, sitting anywhere they could including extra chairs pulled in.

The only free space was on a small couch—between Joon and Jimin—so Sun grabbed her food and went over to where they were, plopping between them. She then playfully threw her shoulder against Jimin and muttered “Scoot,
Jiminie.”

He chuckled and gave her some more room, but nonetheless complained. “Why not make Joon move?”

“Simple. You’re smaller.” Sun replied, taking a bite of food.

Jimin puffed out his chest and flexed. “Who are you calling small?”

“I mean, compared to the others…”

He pouted and gave up as Sun continued eating.

Being rather close to the bed, Hobi could see what she was eating and whined “Share with your brother?”

“Aniyo. You aren’t allowed to have stuff like this yet.” Sun teased, making her next bite overly dramatic.

“Have some mercy, Noona Sunie.” Jimin chimed in, leaning into her slightly.

“I’m not being harsh; the staff told me he isn’t allowed to eat too much yet. His stomach could still be touchy.” She said, giving Hobi a half glare. Because his stomach had been pumped, the doctors were going to slowly get him eating again.

Just after the subject was changed, a nurse came into the room, causing everyone to fall silent. “Hoseok. A doctor would like you to talk with a counselor.”

Sun paused, chopsticks halfway to her mouth, and looked at Hobi, wordlessly asking if he wanted anyone to go with.

“Stay and eat, Sunie. I’ll be fine going on my own.” Hobi said, flashing what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He then tried lightening the mood by joking “Unless you can’t handle being left alone with them at all. Just don’t try killing any of them while I’m gone.”

Sun cracked a small smile. “I’ll try. We’ll all be here when you get back.”

The nurse had left to get a wheelchair for Hobi and helped him into it once he was done talking, then wheeled him out for the appointment.

In the following silence, Tae suddenly blurted “I’ve never been in a psych ward before.”

Yoongi promptly cuffed the back of Tae’s head. “Sometimes I think you should be in one.”

“Sorry…” Tae said softly, going back to looking at his hands in his lap.

A rather sad attempt at conversation then flowed between everyone; no real substance to any of the topics and plenty of silence between.
After two hours, Hobi was wheeled back into the room and helped onto the bed. When the nurse left, he stayed quiet but caught Sun’s eyes.

Jin caught the look and stood. “Why don’t we get some food ourselves? I obviously only brought enough for Sun and she ate it all.” He then ushered everyone out to leave Sun and Hobi to talk.

Sun came and perched on the side of the bed, taking one of his hands. “How did it go, Hobi?”

“It was weird… having to talk to someone like that. But after looking at my medical history and having me answer some questions… they said I have bipolar disorder. That’s one of the things that pushed me to do what I did.”
Sun knew about the history of bipolar in Hobi’s family, his mom having a sibling diagnoses and his dad with one that was theorized to have it. And bipolar was genetic.

“Oh, Hobi… It’ll be fine. You can get through this. You’re a strong guy, I know it.” She said softly, petting him with her free hand.

He leaned into the touch, pillowing his head on her shoulder, and hummed. He always confided in Sun; she was his best friend.

Breaking the silence, Sun spoke again. “I know you won’t like it, but you should really tell the others about this, Hobi. They deserve to know, too.”

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“Aish, Sun. I don’t want to.” Hobi whined.

“I promise they won’t think any less of you. They’re like family to you too, and they’re worried. You’re in a hospital for heaven’s sake.”

“But I’ll need to take medication now and they might think I’m…”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence with ‘weak’, Jung Hoseok.” Sun cut in. “You are strong beyond belief for dealing with this for how long. The medication won’t make you weak. It will just help you be able to control it better so you don’t feel as bad again.”

“How do you know?” Hobi asked softly, looking up at her from his place on her shoulder.

Still carding through his hair, Sun casually responded “Because I take medication for anxiety, Hobi.”

He sat up upon hearing that and watched her intently. “How long have you been taking medication for it?”

“Three and a half years now.” She answered, running a finger along the seam of her jeans.

“Why am I only hearing of this now?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. You already had enough to deal with since you were a trainee.”

“Sun.” Hobi said seriously. When she didn’t look up at him, he reached out to lift her chin. “Mi Sun, you know I care about you, so I expect that you’ll tell me stuff like this in the future. I thought we made that pact to never keep secrets from each other?”

A smile tugged at Sun’s lips. “We were kids when we made that.”

“I don’t care. Let’s stick to it fully this time, okay? You should have just told me about your anxiety.”

“I know I should have. Sorry, Hobi.” Sun said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Yah, you don’t have to apologize. I know now. And I promise to tell the others soon, just not right now. I... I still want to come to terms with it myself.”

“Just don’t wait too long.”

***

Hoseok got to practice later than usual, the door of their practice room banging shut as he ran in and tossed down his gym bag. The rest of NEURON stopped and looked at him—either from stretching, staring at their phones and chatting, or actually practicing— with the unspoken question of why he was late hanging in the air.

“Sorry guys. I had a meeting and it ran later than I thought.” Hobi explained. Without thinking, his eyes sought out Sun.

She looked unimpressed, not meeting his gaze, as one of the other members dug for details. “Oooh, what kind of meeting? It had to be pretty important to keep you from practice.”

“I guess I may as well make the announcement now.” Hobi started, getting everyone to look at him intently, even Sun. “I’m going to become a trainee at an entertainment company!”

“A trainee to become an idol? Which company did you choose?”

“JYP.”

Everyone broke out into wide grins and started congratulating him, although Sun’s attempts were halfhearted. She was happy for him, of course, but she never considered Hobi anything like an idol.

Although he had wanted to be a singer for the longest time. But they both had settled into a commonplace routine of school, jobs, and any remaining free time to dancing. Now he would be leaving her for new friends and bandmates and possibly a new image—not that she was bitter about that. Or at least she’d never admit it.

The crew saw less of Hobi in the following 2 weeks, but one of the days he came back, he looked dejected. “I didn’t make the cut for JYP. Guess I wasn’t idol material.” He said.

When they left together, Sun set a hand on his arm. “Hobi if you really want to be an idol, find a different entertainment company. You have talent and someone will want you; you just need a company that has the brains to see it. Now I hate to say this since it means you’ll abandon us here, but get your ass back out there an audition more.”

Hobi grinned and hugged her, lifting her feet off the ground. “I take that as you supporting me in this decision. I’ll do it!”

A month later, Hoseok was on his way to Seoul to audition at other entertainment companies. When he got back, he nearly bowled Sun over in an enthusiastic hug, smile plastered on his face.

“What’s this about, you tree.” Sun complained as she was squished against Hobi’s much taller frame. She kind of missed when they used to be the same size.

“I think I found the right entertainment company, Sunie! BigHit Entertainment. They’re still small, so I have a good chance.” He responded.

***

After a while of sitting with her head on his shoulder, Sun sat up. “If you’re okay, I think I’ll go out and tell the others they can come back in. We don’t want them worrying too much.”

Hobi smiled softly and nodded, having seen the worried looks pass over the members’ faces as they had left the room.

Sun patted his hand before sliding off the bed and leaving to room to find the rest of Bangtan. Joon and Jin were halfway down the deserted hall, standing close by each other. As she got closer, she saw their pinkies linked; it was the most discreet form of affection the couple could risk in a public place. “Eomma and Appa, you can go back into the room now.”

“He’s okay now… with whatever you had to talk about?” Jin asked, doe eyes searching her face. He was the eldest member after all and affectionately called “eomma”.

“He’s fine now. We talked it all out. Did you guys get something to eat?”

“We weren’t really hungry.” Joon answered. “Besides, we ate a little something before coming here this morning.”

Sun simply nodded and went to find the other members; she wasn’t going to force them to eat. Just at the end of the hall in the waiting room for this part of the hospital were the maknaes. Jungkook was playing a game on his phone while Jimin watched and Tae, ever the competitive one, repeated how he could do better.

“Boys, you can go back into the room and see Hobi hyung now if you want. I’m sure he’d love to see your bright smiles.” Sun said, smiling herself in the hopes it would motivate them.

She was met with three variations of smiles in return; Tae’s box grin, Jungkook’s bunny smile, and Jimin’s eye smile. It was a wonderful sight to see after the mood had been so dreary.

“Good. I want to go show off my high score to him anyway.” Jungkook said, jumping to his feet. Tae quickly followed suit while playfully arguing.

Jimin stood and hesitated near Sun before saying “Yoongi hyung went off by himself. Do you want me to help find him?”

“Just go back to the room, Jiminie. Make sure everyone else is there for me and I’ll go find Yoongi.” Sun responded.

Jimin smiled again before heading off, leaving Sun to find the other rain cloud of Bangtan. Honestly, Sun and Yoongi were quite similar in personality so she had her inklings about where he might be—somewhere isolated where he could be alone with his thoughts.

She found him in a small alcove near a window, head bowed almost as if he were praying. Stepping closer, Sun softly called “Yoongi?”

He looked up and she swore she saw the faintest hint of tears sparkling in his dark eyes before they vanished. “Yeah?”

“Coming back to the room? Everyone else is already there.”

He stood and closed the distance between them. “He’s alright now?”

“Yes, Yoongi Oppa, he’s fine.” She said with a small, encouraging smile. She then turned so they were facing the same direction and lightly touched his elbow. “Let’s go join everyone before they get to wondering.”

Yoongi then set off for the room again with Sun following. Once closer to the room they could already hear everyone inside cracking jokes and laughing. It was a good sound to come back to, or at least better than crying. Stepping inside, Sun was overjoyed to see Hobi’s heart shaped smile out in full force. More than that, she saw that it brightened ever so slightly once Yoongi was back in the room and Yoongi’s gummy smile flashed in return.

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A few days later, Hobi caught Sun’s eyes again while they were both in the room. “I think I’m ready to tell them, Sunie.”

Sun turned from the window where she’d been watching people pass on the street below. “You think?”

“You said I shouldn’t wait too long. I may as well get it over with now.”

“I think that’s smart. Once they get back from lunch, it’d be the perfect chance. I’ll be right by your side.” She said, offering a smile.

“Sit by me?” He asked, pouting slightly.

Saying nothing, Sun just went over and climbed onto the bed next to him. It was a familiar enough position for her by now; it happened at least once every day. She’d elected to stay with him while he was in the hospital. It put everyone; including herself, Hobi’s parents, and the rest of Bangtan, at ease knowing someone was staying with him at all times.

Hobi smiled and timing seemed to be on their side; the rest of Bangtan came back into the room, chattering loudly amongst themselves as usual. They found their usual seating before realizing Hobi and
Sun hadn’t joined in. They all stopped and looked at the pair while Jin actually spoke up.

“Is something wrong? You’re… quieter than usual.” He asked.

Hobi took a breath before explaining. “Not that long after I was admitted here, I was given a diagnosis that explains my behavior before… I have… I have bipolar disorder. I’m going to be put on medication to help, so I should be fine once I’m released.”

“Oh, Hobi, why didn’t you tell us sooner? Was it because you thought we’d judge you for it? We would never do that. We love you, Hoseok.” Jin said earnestly. He softened as he looked at Hobi and Joon clasped his hand to keep him from standing up again.

“Mental illness isn’t weakness, Hobi. It’s just a chemical imbalance in the brain. It doesn’t mean that you’re any less of a person. Plenty of people deal with stuff like this.” Joon said, trying to placate both Jin and Hobi, who wasn’t meeting anyone’s eyes.

Jimin teared up at the news, prompting Tae to start rubbing his shoulder in an effort to calm him. Tae, however, didn’t understand exactly what had made Jimin tear up, so he innocently asked “What do you mean you have bipolar disorder?”

Jungkook nodded his assent. “Could you explain a little more, hyung?”

The two youngest members were looking at Hobi, assuming they’d get and answer from him. Tae absently glanced at Joon, the genius, to see if he might explain in Hobi’s place. But instead, it was Yoongi that spoke up, causing everyone to look at him—including Hobi.

“Bipolar disorder is also called manic depressive disorder. You’re aware of what depression is, so you know half of what bipolar is. The other half is the ‘mania’ or essentially being hyper energized.” He explained, monotonous as ever. He then continued, looking directly at Hobi as he did. “We’ll support you no matter what, mental illness or not. You’re still the same Hobi that we all care about.”
Sun thought she saw a dusting of blush across Hobi’s cheeks and when she glanced at Yoongi, she could see why. The elder’s dark eyes had softened while looking at Hobi in a rather uncharacteristic display of affection.

Everyone added their agreement and in the ensuing silence, Yoongi added “I knew you were always delicate, Hobi. This just proves it again.”

“See?” Sun asked, gently pushing Hobi’s shoulder. “That means you guys have to keep watch over him more than usual. Take care of our delicate flower.” She teased.

Hobi gently shoved her shoulder in return, huffing out a breath. “Quit it. I’m not that delicate.”

Tae, meanwhile, was still staring rather blankly. “I don’t get it. How is this going to be different than how Hobi hyung acted before?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook piped up, “Hobi hyung had those points of…mania… before he got the diagnosis.” He’d paused slightly to find the right word, wanting to use the fancy term Yoongi had used before.

Joon sighed from his place. “He was acting like that because of the bipolar, you two, we just had no idea it was there under the surface. The medication will help bring down the ‘highs’ and bring up the ‘lows’.”

“He’ll be the same Hobi, you dweebs. Accept that.” Yoongi muttered, half glaring at the two young ones.

The next day, around lunch, Bangtan decided to eat with Hobi in his room. Jin had come that morning as usual to give Sun fresh clothes, and other than her time to freshen up and change she hadn’t been out of the room. That simple fact meant that her lack of presence in the room was quite noticeable.

“Hobi hyung, where’s Sun noona?” Jungkook asked innocently, stabbing his chopsticks into his takeout. It had taken some sweet-talking, but the staff let them all bring outside food into the room so they could all eat together.

Hobi looked up from the tray of food in front of him, almost as if noticing she was missing for the first time. “…I’m not sure, Kookie. She said she was going to the cafeteria to get some food a while ago.”

Jin perked up from the larger takeout dish he was sharing with Joon. “I don’t think it would take this long to get food. She did say she’d be joining us, right?”

Hobi nodded, still looking slightly absent. “Yeah, she did…”

Jin then took command. “Jimin, why don’t you be a dear and go and find her?”

Jimin, the tears now gone, straightened in his seat. “Why me?”

Joon gave him a look that said everything—and it was only half because his mouth was indelicately stuffed with food. Everyone in Bangtan knew that Jimin had a crush on Sun by now, even Hobi, who he’d originally tried keeping it from the most. Especially Hobi. Once Hoseok had actually found out (quite easily, since Jimin wasn’t exactly super subtle) he basically became their biggest fanboy. He would tease Jimin all the time about crushing on Sun, but as much as he teased, he also tried getting them together. He was a supportive brother, after all.

“Come on, Jiminie. Take the opportunity. You know you like her, so why are you objecting?” Hobi said, smirking slightly.

Muttering to himself, Jimin set down his food and stood up. “Don’t eat my stuff while I’m gone. And that means you specifically, Tae.” He said from the doorway, jabbing a finger at his friend. He then left the room, still muttering under his breath, as he tried to think of where Sun could be.

The natural place to start was the cafeteria, so he made his way down there. But once he was in the bleak, windowless room, she was nowhere to be found. He didn’t want to admit it, but he would have been able to pick Sun out of a crowd no problem… Her short stature was a bonus, but not the only reason. That turned the quick pick-up mission into a solo search party. Jimin had no idea where she would be, so he just started wandering the halls hoping that something would come to him. He checked the main lobby of the hospital, nothing. He checked the rec center and a couple guest rooms, nothing. Just as he was starting to get a little frustrated, pushing his hair back out of his eyes in a one handed swoop, he noticed a door that led out to a fenced in outdoor area—“guest patio” was written above it in bold strokes of black.

It was worth a shot, so he pushed through the door onto a patio half shaded by awnings overhead. Plants were everywhere; flowers of all kinds and colors to try and brighten the place up and giving it quite a strong fragrance. He was starting to think it was empty until he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning to get a better look, he saw Sun tucked into a corner underneath the awning, seeming smaller than usual since she was curled in on herself.

“Sun noona?” He asked, stepping out of the sun and under the awning. Once out of the bright light, he saw that her eyes were closed. “Sun noona?” He tried again, moving closer.

“What is it, Jiminie?” Sun asked in return, not moving at all. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was Jimin.

Jimin frowned. “We were wondering where you were. Hobi hyung said you went to the cafeteria to get food while the rest of us got takeout, but you didn’t come back for a while.”

“Yah. I just ate in the cafeteria so I wouldn’t have to take the tray back down. Then I came out here to get some fresh air. Go back and tell them not to worry.”

Something in him doubted the validity of what she said, but he didn’t want to straight up accuse her of lying. “You were supposed to eat lunch with us…” He whined. He hadn’t meant for it to come out as a whine, but that gut feeling that she was keeping something from him combined with his nerves weren’t doing anything to help with his confidence.

“Yah, Jiminie… I didn’t know that was a binding contract.” Sun snarked, sounding exasperated. She then softened, uncharacteristically and quickly. “When I got down to the cafeteria, I couldn’t get myself to go back up to the room. Seeing Hobi in a hospital with all those wires and machines is too much. I know he’ll be fine, but it hit me that I really could have lost him that day…” She then trailed off and let out a soft sob, curling in on herself even more.

Jimin stood rooted in place, not knowing what to do at first. He’d never seen Sun like this before. She was normally like Yoongi—someone who didn’t show much emotion outwardly and definitely didn’t cry if they could help it. But the full realization of Sun having a breakdown in front of him pushed his awkwardness around her to the back of everything; his immediate goal was to comfort her.

He crossed the rest of the distance between them and plopped onto the bench she was sitting on, flush against her side, before wrapping his arms around her. “Shhh… What do you mean you could have lost him? Hobi hyung is fine. He should be released soon.”

“If he hadn’t been found as soon as he was that day, who knows if he’d even be here. The doctors told me we got him here just in time. What if we had been only a little later?” She asked, voice nearing a wail as she spoke through her tears. She then glanced up at Jimin, eyes rimmed red with tears still streaming down her cheeks; she looked so vulnerable.

Jimin gave her a gentle squeeze, hoping it was reassuring, before bringing a hand up to wipe away her tears. “Don’t focus on the what-could-have-been, noona. You got to him in time and he’s fine now. Why are you thinking of this all of a sudden?”

Sun was silent for a few minutes, leaning into Jimin ever so slightly. She then took a breath and answered “I also realized today that I haven’t been taking my anxiety medication. I got so caught up in making sure Hobi was okay that I never even though to have it with me while I stayed here…”

“You have anxiety medication?” Jimin blinked. She didn’t seem like an anxious person at all.

“Yes, Jiminie. I take meds for anxiety and without them to help me control it, anxiety got the better of me.” Sun responded, scooting away Jimin’s hand to rub away her own tears. She was already composing herself again.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Only Hobi. I’ve never needed to tell anyone else.” Sun said quietly. A silence then fell between them and Jimin started feeling awkward again.

Rubbing her back slightly, he asked “Did you actually get food before coming out here? Because I still have mine up in the room and I’m hungry.”

Sun cracked a smile. “You mean to say that you left your food alone with Tae and Kookie?”

Jimin let out a breathy laugh, glad to see his attempt at lightening the mood worked. “I warned Tae before I left not to touch it, but I completely forgot about Kookie’s appetite. I would hope one of the hyungs would stop them if they tried anything, though.”

“How much do you want to bet that it’s at least partially gone once we get back in the room?” Sun asked, challenging.

“I don’t want to take that bet. But did you eat something, noona? You never answered me.”

“Yes, Jimin. I ate something earlier.”

“Good, but if you’re still hungry, I might share with you.” He said with a smile.

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Early 2013

Sun straightened in her seat as the train pulled into the station and stretched after sitting still for so long. The ride from Gwangju was nearly two hours and she certainly felt it. She paused her music and pulled her headphones down around her neck before stiffly standing. She collected her bag and shuffled out of the train onto the platform, looking for Hobi. He said he’d meet her at the station to take her to BigHit, but she didn’t see him.

Pulling her phone from the pocket of her leather jacket, Sun was about to text him when she was hugged from behind. She flinched, which earned a laugh from the person behind her; a familiar laugh.

“What, not happy to see your brother, Sunie?”

“God, Hobi, don’t scare me like that. I didn’t know that was you. You’re lucky I didn’t elbow you.” Sun growled.

Hobi laughed again, low and throaty with amusement, and let go of her so she could turn around. “How about a proper hug, then? Will that make up for it?”

She pouted slightly before giving in and wrapping her arms around him. “Fine, you tree. But only because it’s you, Hobi. I can’t stay mad at you for long.”

Hobi grinned and hugged her back, smushing her face against his chest. When he let her go, he asked “Ready to go meet everyone?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Sun answered, looking up at him. He’d grown a lot since they were younger and she still wasn’t fond of being dwarfed by him.

“Don’t sell them short yet, Sunie, they’re good guys. Now let’s go.” He said, holding out his hand for her. They didn’t want to lose each other in the Seoul crowds; it was bigger than back home, after all.

Sun slipped her hand into his and followed as he weaved through the crowd. They took a couple of buses across the city before they got off near BigHit Entertainment. “So this has been home for you while training?” she asked, staring up at the building. It wasn’t too big, but she liked it; it didn’t come off as too pretentious like she expected entertainment companies to be.

“Yup. It’s really not bad. They’ve been good to me. Now let’s go meet the guys.” Hobi said, pulling her inside.

He dropped her hand just outside of what must be their practice room, based on the racket coming from inside. Sun rubbed her palms against the thighs of her jeans before nodding. She was ready.

Hobi then opened the door and called out “Guys, she’s here!”

Sun followed him in and was met with five other pairs of eyes making their way to her. Since she taught choreography classes for fun back home in Gwangju, multiple pairs of eyes on her wasn’t normally something that affected her, but something about these did. After a slightly awkward silence where no one said anything, Sun gave a small wave. “I-I’m Mi Sun…”

A tall boy with a mop of curly hair on top of his head, notches in his eyebrow, and sunglasses inside came up to her first. “Annyeonghaseyo Sun. I’m Kim Namjoon; same age as Hoseok.”

“He’s the leader… even though he’s my dongsaeng.” Hobi supplied, leaning close to her.

Namjoon heard Hobi’s stage whisper and said “By months, hyung. I’m younger by seven months.”

Another boy stepped up to cut off any continuation of that topic. He was about the same height as Namjoon with straight brown hair and kind eyes. “I’m Kim Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin. Nice to meet you, Sun.” He said with a pleasant smile, bowing slightly.

“He’s two years older than us.” Hobi told her.

“Nice to meet you, Jin Oppa. Hoseok mentioned your cooking a few times when calling home.” Sun said, returning the bow.

The third member needed to be dragged over. He was shorter than Hobi and the other two, with a beanie pulled over his head and a rather unfriendly looking expression on his face. He stood in front of her, appraising her quite obviously, before Jin elbowed him. “Min Yoongi.” He grated out, voice low.

“A year older than us,” Hobi said, “And more friendly than he lets on.”

A taller boy with lighter brown hair pushed in front of Yoongi and came right up to her, a boxy smile in place already. “I’m Kim Taehyung, but my stage name is V, like for victory!” He then did a peace sign
and held it up to one of his cheeks. The boy seemed more hyperactive than Hobi could be, and that was saying something.

“He’s basically an excitable puppy; he’s harmless. Also a year younger than us.” Hobi said.

Sun turned to him, a bit surprised. “With a voice that deep?”

Hobi nodded. “He’s been training with us, but hasn’t been officially announced yet.”

Another boy appeared from behind Taehyung. This one was about the same height as Yoongi, but he came off much friendlier. He had slightly chubby cheeks that Sun immediately found quite adorable and expressive eyes.

“I’m Park Jimin.” The boy offered, smiling big enough to make his eyes turn to crescents. His voice was airy and unique, coming from an obviously well-toned body.

“It’s nice to meet you all… Wait. You said six, Hoseok. Not counting you, I’ve only met five.” Sun said, brows knitting together slightly.

Hobi, Namjoon, and Jin sighed in unison. Jin then pulled a boy out from behind him—Sun swore he hadn’t been there before—and placed him in front of Sun. The boy was obviously quite young just from his face. He stood there awkwardly and didn’t meet Sun’s eyes at all. A prod from Jin got him to speak softly “J-Jeon Jungkook…”

“He’s a shy little thing, especially around girls.” Jin offered. “He’s only 15.”

Jungkook colored slightly and glanced up at Sun for the first time, offering a slight smile that showed off front teeth slightly bigger than the rest, before dropping his gaze again.

Sun couldn’t help herself and blurted “Bunny!” The maknae’s smile had been so cute and reminded her of a little rabbit. The outburst got Jungkook to flinch slightly and scurry back behind Jin. “Sorry…” she apologized, before chewing her lip.

“It’s fine. You did nothing wrong.” Jin reassured.

“So, Hoseok told us that he was a dancer back in Gwangju, does that mean you are, too?” Namjoon asked, attempting to steer the conversation in a new direction.

“Yeah. We were a part of the same crew. I still dance there, though, and teach a couple choreography classes.” Sun answered.

Just then, someone came in to tell them the practice room they were using was needed by another group. Not wanting to go back to their dorm, Namjoon spoke up. “Why don’t we move to the other practice room? It’s in the basement of a restaurant, but it’ll give us space to continue talking.”

So they left as a group, minimal chatter flowing between them as they walked to the restaurant that housed the other practice room.

Once in the basement room, Sun jumped right back into conversation, asking “So, Taehyung mentioned a stage name… Do all of you have stage names?”

“Yeah, we do.” Jin answered. “You know V already. Jungkook and Jimin just go by their actual names and I go by Jin. But that’s about where the ‘normal’ names end. Hoseok goes by J Hope.”

Sun cracked a smile at that, looking at Hobi. “J Hope?”

“Band PD-nim said I’m the hope of the group, since I come across so happy. But I like the connection to Pandora’s Box.”

“Because when it was opened, hope was the only thing left.” Sun and Namjoon chorused.

Sun then turned to Namjoon. “Well, smart one, what’s your stage name?”

“Rap Monster.” Namjoon answered, only slightly more sheepish than he had been before. “I was an underground rapper before this, so the name seemed fitting, being a rapper for the group and all.”

Sun nodded, seeing the connection, and made a mental note to reappraise the name once she actually heard him rap. She turned her attention, finally, to Yoongi, who had shifted back to lean against a wall.

He didn’t seem likely to give his stage name himself, so Jin jumped in again. “And Yoongi goes by Suga.”

Sun actually snorted upon hearing that. “Suga? You hardly seem sweet enough for that. Coffee seems more fitting: dark and bitter.” She said sarcastically.

Yoongi glowered at her, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “You’re related to her, Hoseok?”

Hobi grinned and threw an arm around Sun’s shoulder, pulling her closer. “Oh, I wish I actually was. Instead, she’s the second sister I always wanted!”

Sun huffed out a breath and elbowed him. “Stop with that already.”

Yoongi pushed off the wall, quite obviously tense, and stepped closer. “Careful with him. He’s delicate.”

Sun levelled an unamused look his way. “Back off, Suga, I know he is. I’ve patched him up more than a few times. A little elbow to the ribs isn’t going to damage anything; I’ve done it before.”

Seeing he was matched with a personality similar to his own, and that Hobi was actually fine, Yoongi softened ever so slightly towards Sun. But not enough to have his demeanor change.

“So you said you and Hoseok used to dance together. Can we get a demonstration?” Namjoon asked. Everyone had seen Hobi dance by then and he was good.

“What do you say, Sunie, should we show off a bit?” Hobi questioned.

“If we’re going to show off, let’s do it right. How about that performance that won us an award?”

Without a word, Hobi went to the center of the practice room, putting some space between himself and the other members, with a wide grin settled onto his face. Sun followed and got into position next to him. As soon as the music started, they both went into ‘dance mode’; looking intensely focused. Being a routine from NEURON, it involved quite a lot of popping and other street dancing techniques. They had obviously danced countless hours together based on how fluidly they worked together, at times mirroring each other perfectly and other times complimenting each other.

Jimin, meanwhile, couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Sun as she moved. Then again, he’d been watching her before she started dancing, too.

Tae noticed and draped an arm around his shoulders. “You know, it may go better with her if you don’t creep from afar.”

“I-I’m not creeping on her… You know I like dancing and she’s really good.” Jimin said color creeping to his cheeks.

“Sure you aren’t. Better get your last looks in now; you’re probably not going to see her again.” Tae said into his ear.

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“Let’s go back to the room now, noona, so they can’t worry anymore.” Jimin said softly, almost reluctantly removing his arm from around Sun.

Sun nodded and wiped at her cheeks again, wanting to remove any traces of crying before getting around everyone else. She then stood up and went towards the door back into the hospital, leaving Jimin to follow. When he easily caught up in the hallway, Sun asked “You’re not going to mention this to the rest, are you?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.” He responded. “But I think they should know about this, Sun.”

“I told Hobi already. I don’t think everyone else needs to know. The medication helps just fine.” Sun said, brushing off the concern.

Jimin didn’t push it any further as they got closer to the room. Once they were just outside of Hobi’s room, though, a nurse stopped them and asked to speak with Sun privately. Jimin lingered by her side in case she wanted another person around.

Sun looked at the younger and said “Go on ahead, Jiminie. I’ll be right there.”

Jimin listened and went on ahead to the room. Once she was alone with the nurse, she was informed that, per the doctor’s recommendations, Hobi would be released from the hospital tomorrow. He could pick up his first round of his new medication before leaving.

“We just wanted to tell you, as his next of kin, because he should be monitored for the first few days after release and the first few days while starting the medication. If you notice anything unusual, please let us know.” The nurse informed.

Sun nodded her thanks and went to the room to share the good news. But when she crossed the threshold, she was met with looks of concern from everyone except Hobi and Jimin. Jimin instead looked apologetic.

“Sunie, dear,” Jin said sweetly, getting up from his seat and crossing over to her, “Are you okay now?” He then reached out to stroke her arm.

“What do you mean, now? Jin, why are you mothering me? You usually don’t.” Sun said.

“Jimin said you had a panic attack outside due to anxiety. Why didn’t you tell us you deal with anxiety? I could have brought your medication with your clothes so you didn’t forget to take it.” Jin responded, pulling his hand back and starting to flutter. Joon came up behind him and tried silently calming Jin, knowing Sun would need some space.

Sun focused on Jimin, eyes sharp. “I thought you said you wouldn’t tell them?”

“I-I didn’t tell them… I just came back into the room and Jin started asking questions and got it out of me. I’m sorry.” Jimin said, looking down at his feet.

Tae jumped to Jimin’s defence. “He really didn’t rat on you, Sun noona. Jin was insistent.”

“Besides, Jimin isn’t exactly good with keeping secrets or telling lies; his face is too expressive.” Kookie chimed in.

Sun sighed and visibly relaxed. “I’m sorry I assumed you ratted on me, Jiminie. And Jin, I never told you guys because I didn’t want you to worry. I had my medication before and it’s really helped. I just forgot to take it recently because I was more worried about Hobi being here.”

“Please tell us stuff like this in the future.” Jin said softly.

Sun nodded and gave Jin a hug before looking at Hobi specifically. “I came in here to give some good news, but the whole anxiety thing got me off track.”

“What’s the news?”

“Hobi is going to be released tomorrow. They cleared him for going home.” She said, cracking a smile. Everyone cheered before Sun shushed them. “Shut up or they’ll kick everyone out of the room until tomorrow.”

Having nowhere else to sit, Sun perched on the edge of Hobi’s bed again. “We’ll have to pick up the first round of your medication before leaving tomorrow.” She said softly. “It’ll be fine, though. It’s something to get used to, but I can say from experience that it get easier. And you’ll have all of us.”

Hobi hugged her close. “You know me too well sometimes, Sunie. I’m nervous about the medication, but you’re right that I have all of you to help. Jin alone won’t let me forget to take the medication; he mothers everyone.”

“Jin isn’t the only one.” Sun whispered next to Hobi’s ear.

He pulled back enough to give her a questioning look.

“I notice that Yoongi watches you carefully sometimes, even moves in response to you some times. I think he’d mother you, too, if he had the chance. He’s been closest with you since the beginning… He likes you, Hobi.” She explained, still against his ear.

Hobi turned red and Sun slid off the bed, noticing Yoongi’s eyes flitting between her and Hobi before settling on the latter, drinking in his flustered state. Sun made her way over to Jimin, who was just finishing up his food that had been left.

“How much of it was gone when you got back, Jiminie?” She asked.

He swallowed down his mouthful before answering “It was actually left alone. Did you want some?” He offered the container to her.

“No, you need to eat and I’m not too hungry.”

***

Sun woke up on the pull-out bed and knew it was the last time she’d be doing that. Sitting up, she saw Hobi was already awake. “Can’t sleep?”

“I guess I’m just excited to go back to the dorm and still nervous about the medication.” Hobi answered.

Sun got up and folded the bed back into the couch before joining Hobi on the bed. “You’ll be fine. The medication will just help control the extremes of the bipolar.”

“You’re supposed to watch me the first few days, aren’t you? To make sure I don’t get worse or the medicine has adverse effects.” Hobi asked out of the blue, staring at Sun intently.

Sun was slightly taken aback by the utter seriousness on his face; something she wasn’t used to outside of dancing. She let the question hang in the air, almost not wanting to answer, but finally nodded.
“Yeah. They just want to make sure you don’t have a reaction with anything in the medication and that it’s the best one for you.”

Before they could go any deeper into that vein, Jin came into the room. “Last time of bringing you clothes, Sun, not that I don’t enjoy it.”

“Thank you, Jin. And I’ll be glad to be able to get clothes myself, no offense.” Sun returned, hopping off the bed to grab the fresh clothes.

“None taken.”

As she went to the bathroom to freshen up and change, she could already hear the rest of Bangtan making their way to the room. Great, they were already nice and loud. After changing, Sun splashed some water on her face, only slightly stalling. She still hadn’t taken her medicine and felt a slight surge of panic bubble up in her chest even though she was faced with a happy situation. She took a minute to try and push that bubble back down, splashing more water on her face. When she felt calm enough again, she quickly braided her hair and went back to the room, finding the noise familiar and calming.

Sun was almost immediately tangled in balloons as soon as she stepped into the room and cursed without thinking.

“Sun, language.” Jin reminded.

“Sorry, Jin, but it’s kind of surprising to be attacked by balloons as soon as I come back.”

“Sorry.” Tae said, helping to untangle her before pulling the balloons away from the door. “We probably should have moved those away from the door.”

“You think?” Sun returned, affectionately smacking his arm. “Sometimes I wonder about you, TaeTae.”

“But you still like me~”

“More like tolerate, for Hobi’s sake.” She teased.

Tae pouted slightly, allowing Sun a moment of focus to take in everything that was brought for Hobi: an almost ridiculous number of balloons and pastel colored unicorn with a ribbon tied around its neck lying across Hobi’s lap.

“You got him a stuffed horse?” She asked, looking around to see who the culprit was.

“It’s a unicorn, not a horse. And Hobi likes it.” Tae huffed. As if on cue, Hobi hugged the unicorn to his chest with one of his heart smiles.

“Sometimes I swear you’re, like, six years old.” Sun sighed.

A nurse came in to unhook Hobi from the machines, needing to maneuver around the stuffed toy, and give Sun the release papers before departing again with a slightly judgmental look.

After the papers were signed, Kookie and Jimin helped Hobi out of the bed even though he protested that he could walk on his own just fine, and they went to pick up Hobi’s new medication before leaving the hospital together. Just like getting to the hospital, they had to split up into different vehicles to get back to the dorm. At the dorm, everyone let Hobi lead the way to the dorm. His relief was obvious when he got to the door, having been given the keys, and unlocked it, nearly falling inside.

Once they were inside, Hobi flopped into a chair with the unicorn still in his arms, grinning. “I missed this place.”

“Hobi hyung come play with us!” The maknaes chorused, grabbing a basketball.

“No.” Yoongi growled, coming and snatching the basketball out of Kookie’s hands. “He just got home from the hospital, so nothing too physical yet. Why not choose something else for now?”

“Okay. How about some video games?” Tae suggested, nudging Kookie to grab the game controllers instead. Hobi moved from the chair to the couch to join them.

“Take it easy on him.” Yoongi warned, perching on the arm of the couch next to Hobi to keep an eye on things. Hobi tossed the stuffed unicorn across Yoongi’s lap to free his hands for gaming.

Yoongi chuckled soundlessly and ruffled Hobi’s hair fondly. “This is why you’re the honorary maknae.”

In the privacy of the dorm everything was safe, so Jin wrapped himself in Joon’s arms and put his head on the younger’s shoulder. “Now all my babies are home.”

“You can relax now.” Joon said, rubbing Jin’s back soothingly.

Sun, who had stayed by the door, felt like she was intruding on a private moment. Fiddling with her long sleeves, Sun was about to excuse herself when Jimin came up to her.

“Are you gonna be okay going home by yourself?” He asked.

“I live in the dorm above you, Jimin. I think I can make it just fine.” Sun answered, only a trace amount of sarcasm dripping into her voice.

“O-Oh yeah… Well… Please take your medicine when you get up there.”

“I will.” She said simply before going out the open door. Just into the hall, she paused and went back over the threshold to see Jimin still standing there. Sun grabbed the front of his shirt to get him to bend down enough to kiss his cheek, but even then she had to go on her toes. “Thank you for helping me with the panic attack yesterday, Jiminie.”

She then left Jimin standing there, a hand coming up to the cheek she had kissed, as she closed the door behind them.

Chapter Text

A week after Hobi’s release, Bangtan was back to working on the music for their comeback. They’d finished with War of Hormone previously and wanted something different this time around. So the rap line went to the studio almost immediately.

The medication Hobi had been given was in his system now and he did seem better so far, without anything intrinsic changing. Jin and Sun still made a point of checking on him every so often. That was made easier once Sun stepped back into her role as choreographer.

“Sun, I know the boys aren’t done making the song yet, but I think you should spend some time in the studio with them to start getting a feel for it. Choreography will be the next thing to come for this. Hoseok is in the studio helping Namjoon and Yoongi compose and produce the song, so you can work with him on choreography ideas as you go.” Bang PD-nim instructed.

“You’re sure? I don’t mean to question your judgement, PD-nim, but I didn’t start working on choreography for War of Hormone until the song was nearly complete.” Sun returned.

“Exactly why I want you more involved this time. I’m hoping this will make it easier and quicker if you’re there in the studio with them. I know you had an interesting time with the last one.” PD-nim offered.

Sun smiled. “Thank you, PD-nim. I’ll head right over.”

Leaving her meeting with PD-nim, Sun made her way to the studio where she knew Yoongi, Hobi, and Joon would be holed up, working away. Deciding to be nice, and make sure those two idiots took care of themselves, she stopped by a little café to pick up some coffee and sandwiches. It took her all of ten minutes to get to the studio from the café and she just let herself in.

The room was dark and the first thing she heard was Yoongi growling. “Taehyung, I swear if you ask one more time, I’ll throttle you. You can’t hear anything yet.”

“I’m not Taehyung, but does the threat still stand?” Sun asked from her place by the door.

A chair turned to face her, showing Yoongi slumped in it rather uncomfortably. His headphones were around his neck, his hair askew atop his head and glasses askew on his face. His expression did soften slightly when he saw her, though, so the threat was gone. “Sorry, Sun. Tae was only in here five times already asking if he could hear what we were working on.”

“Well, that’s to be expected from him; he’s curious. And why don’t you take a little break from working? It looks like you could use it. Plus I got coffee and sandwiches for you, Joon, and Hobi.” She said, proffering the paper bag and coffee holder in her hands.

At the sight of the coffee specifically, Yoongi’s expression softened even more. “It’s like you knew I needed caffeine. Thank you.” He then rolled over to the other chair and smacked Joon, causing the other to groan.

“What the hell, Yoongi?” Joon exclaimed, turning his chair slightly and pulling down his headphones.

“Sun brought us coffee and sandwiches.” Yoongi answered plainly, going over to get his.

Joon followed and thanked her. “Any other reason you came besides making sure we got much needed caffeine and food?”

“Actually, would I be able to listen to what you have for the song so far?” Sun asked. She went over to Hobi’s station and set his coffee and sandwich down in front of him, gaining an appreciative smile from him even though he kept his headphones on.

“So that was your ulterior motive.” Yoongi muttered.

“I’m the choreographer, so I need to hear the music before I can start thinking of moves. PD-nim wants me to start working on it earlier than last time.” Sun said, crossing her arms.

“We aren’t very far yet, but I guess you can hear whatever we have.” Yoongi responded.

Hobi finally pulled down his headphones and jumped right into the conversation as if he’d heard everything so far. “Find somewhere to sit; you might be hanging around for a while.”

Sun draped herself across the couch they had in the studio. “Good thing I’m comfortable here. Now how about letting me in on this? What do you have so far?”

Wordlessly, Yoongi unplugged his headphones and played the beat so far, letting it overtake the air as he ate his sandwich. Sun got up and went over to Joon’s station, peeking over his shoulder to see what he was working on.

“I’m trying to draft up some lyrics.” He explained.

While he sipped his coffee, Sun pointed to his screen. “Why so depressing? It doesn’t seem to fit the beat Yoongi played. And I don’t want to choreograph a depressing song.”

“Life is depressing.” Joon mumbled.

“We’ll make it work.” Yoongi said, ignoring Joon. He didn’t seem likely to try changing the lyrics.

Hobi then piped up. “I think it’s a good idea. This song could help people in a situation like that come to terms with it, maybe. Unrequited love is an interesting topic and you know our music up until now, Sunnie.”

“Fair point. I won’t criticize your lyrics anymore; I’m just a dancer after all.” Sun responded. She then went over to Hobi’s station, setting her chin on top of his head as she could only do when he was sitting. “Doing good, Hobi?”

“I’m fine, Sunnie. No need to ask anymore.” He said, reaching up to pat her arm.

“I’m always going to worry about you, so give up on trying to get me to stop.” Sun responded. “You’re going to help me with choreo, right?”

“Of course, that’s my job as lead dancer.” Hobi replied, smiling.

***

Sun fell into a routine of going to the studio with the rap line to be there while they worked. She even put some input in on how the song was turning out.

“Are you sure you haven’t been hiding some secret musical talent on us, Sun?” Joon asked, noting down her suggestion.

Sun giggled. “There’s nothing to hide. And even if there was, you know Hobi would spill it to you guys.”

Hobi stuck his tongue out at her before he turned the tide of conversation. “Have any ideas for choreo, yet?”

Sun went to the middle of the studio floor and simply danced out her idea with the other three watching.

“What part is that for?”

Sun went over and leaned against Yoongi in his chair, pointing to the bridge of the finalized beat in the program.

“That would be a good group part, where we all move in synch.” Hobi suggested.

“Yes!” Sun smiled. Before she could move from her place nearly bent over Yoongi, the vocal line came in, with Jimin in the lead.

“We’re here to record vocals!” Tae announced, loud as ever.

Yoongi stood from his chair and shoved a piece of paper at Tae. “Great. You go into the booth first, then, you obnoxious brat.”

Sun missed the look on Jimin’s face as she pushed past them to leave, but Jin and Joon didn’t. She came back once the vocals were finished, rapping included, and the song was put together.

“Fantastic! I can start on fully choreographing it, then.” Sun said. She got a copy of the song downloaded onto her phone from Yoongi.

With only her and Yoongi left in the studio—the other two having gone back to the dorm already and leaving the eldest to finish things up—Sun decided to confront him on something that had been lurking for a while.

“You should just tell Hobi you like him already.” She bluntly announced.

Yoongi, who had just took a drink of his coffee before that statement, spit it out in shock. But he had been facing his equipment at the time, so the coffee was now sprayed over his monitor, keyboard and everything else. He cursed and stood, looking around for something to clean the mess with when Sun handed him a towel.

After a slight silence punctuated with various curses, Sun continued. “Oh come on. I know you like him. More than you let on and more than just a brother. I’ve seen the way you look at him, the way you take care of him and worry about him.”

Yoongi was silent at first before giving a blustery sigh. “Fine. I do like him…L-Love him. But I’m me. A veritable rain cloud versus his sunshine. It would never work between us.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi. I know Hobi likes you, too, despite you being a rain cloud. You’ve taken care of him the entire time in Bangtan. You were there when I couldn’t be; before I was hired. And that difference can mean you’d work fantastically together. Ever hear of opposites attract? Just get off your dead ass already and confess to him. You could gain the world if you do.”

Yoongi sat in his seat, blankly looking at her. “Okay. I’ll tell him…” He said softly.

Sun then got closer and leaned in. “Just know that if you do anything to hurt my brother, though, I will be on you in no time. And you know what I’m capable of.”

He held his hands up in front of him. “I love him too much to ever hurt him, Sun. I would never…”

Sun reached over and patted his cheek, getting him to pull a face. “I know. I just wanted to remind you, rain cloud.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to start calling me that.” Yoongi drawled.

“I won’t if you tell Hobi once we get back to the dorm.” Sun bargained.

“Fine.” Yoongi agreed, just to get her to back off.

When they got back to the dorm, Sun went in with Yoongi, hoping to witness this moment. Yoongi didn’t come off as the sentimental type, which contrasted directly with Hobi and his heart worn on his sleeve.

Almost as if fate was playing into the plan, Hobi was sitting alone in the living room when they came in, reading.

Yoongi went over and settled himself on the floor in front of Hobi’s chair, wordlessly pulling down the other’s book so he could see Hobi’s face.

Hobi looked confused, but smiled softly anyway. “What’s this about? There are plenty of seats, Yoon.”

“I know… I wanted to be closer to you, though.” Yoongi replied softly, nearly chewing on his lip.

“Are you going to explain why you’re acting like this? This isn’t how you normally act around me.” Hobi questioned, reaching out to pet the soft pink locks.

Yoongi was silent for a moment before he took a breath and rushed out. “Jung Hoseok, I love you and I have for a while. You’re the sunshine to my darkness and you never fail to cheer me up, even if I’m in the worst of moods. I would be overjoyed if I could have the sort of relationship Joon and Jin have with you.”

Hobi slid his hands down to Yoongi’s cheeks, cupping his face as he opened his legs to pull the elder closer and kiss him. When he pulled back, he said “Min Yoongi, nothing would make me happier. Thank you, Sun.”

“Such a cute couple~” Sun cooed before she left the dorm, knowing it would make Yoongi about as pink as his hair.

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With the more or less final song in hand, Sun went to the dance studio with Hobi to start working on choreography. Just as Bang PD-nim had hoped, Sun having a knowledge of the song and its composition did help her and Hoseok pull together a full choreography quicker than the previous era.

It then came time for the rest of the group to join in and learn.

While she sat stretching in anticipation for Bangtan’s arrival, Sun told herself to be calm through this ordeal. She’d dealt with having to teach the boys choreography before, but part of her wanted to just have Hobi teach them. They were at least better now than they had been in the beginning. It was endearing how hard they tried, but Sun’s patience could still wear thin at times.

When the boys showed up, she stood and waited for them to settle slightly before running through the routine herself. Hobi then joined her to try and show some of the variables that could only come out with multiple people. She then positioned everyone where they needed to be and played a slowed version of the song and went through the first portion of the routine again.

This continued for hours each day, helping individuals as necessary, until she felt that the group had the routine down enough to run it through entirely, still slowed, without her leading them.

“Great job, guys. You’re really getting it down. Next step is to speed it up.” She called, stopping for water.

She was met with a few groans and chuckled when they all flopped on the floor. When their break was over, it was back to running through the routine.

Just to see how it went, Sun ran them through the entire routine at the song’s normal speed, watching them carefully in the mirrors even as she was doing the moves herself.

Jimin had seen Sun spending time in the studio with the rap line. Time specifically with Yoongi. That moment when he saw her nearly bent over him in the studio was still clear in his mind. Their matching personalities made a small bloom of jealousy take residence in his chest. He was the one that liked her and he had thought there had been progress between them. They seemed closer after the hospital incident weeks ago, although his jealousy was now telling him that closeness may have been misinterpreted. But Sun was a choreographer and a dancer while Yoongi wasn’t. That meant Jimin could hopefully win her over through dance.

So while she was running them through the routine in the dance studio, he was determined to excel. He watched her move as she went through the routine for them, drinking everything in. He nailed the parts where everyone was in synch, but the bloom of jealousy grew incrementally any time she helped someone else.

After running through the routine at normal speed, Sun noticed that Jimin had nailed it with no faltering.

“Good job, Jiminie.” She praised. “You pick this up quick.”

His praise kink kicked in and he wanted more.

Turning her attention to those that actually needed help, Sun broke off to individual teaching, thankful that Hobi could help—she couldn’t help all of Bangtan at once. Tae was the first one she went to, but after only a little time she stepped back.

“Good, TaeTae. Just keep working that through and you’ll be good.” She said, patting his arm before going to help Hobi with Jin and Joon.

When they came back together to run the routine again, Jimin noticed Tae faltering slightly even after Sun had helped him individually. Fed up and fueled by jealousy, Jimin exploded on him, shoving him back slightly. “Do you not get it yet?”

Tae stumbled back, looking very confused. “I-I’m trying, Jimin… I’m sorry I’m not as naturally gifted as you are in dance.”

“Well try to get better, we aren’t trainees anymore.” Jimin growled.

He was then dragged back and down by the collar of his shirt before he could shove Tae again and was met with Sun, looking very unamused. “What the hell, Jimin?”

“I-I was just helping Tae…” Jimin stuttered, meeker when faced with Sun’s scrutiny.

“Yeah right. Don’t blame him for not picking it up as quickly as you did. Now calm down and don’t do anything like that again.” Sun said tersely.

For the rest of the day, Jimin kept quiet and to himself. Once they were done, he left without waiting for everyone else.

Back at the dorm, Jimin isolated himself and listened to his music, using his noise cancelling headphones for extra measure. Jin and Joon apparently didn’t get the memo, however, since they both came and sat down across from him.

After trying to ignore them in the hopes of getting them to leave failed, he stopped his music and pulled the headphones off. “What do you two want?”

Jin frowned softly and squeezed Joon’s hand. “Jimin, honey, we need to talk.”

“About what? Why are you two acting so… parental?” Jimin asked, narrowing his eyes.

The couple shared a look before jumping right into it. “You should just tell Sun about your feelings for her already, Jimin. You’ve gotten worse about it lately. Just look at what happened with Tae today.” Jin explained.

“Don’t even try denying it.” Joon added. “You’ve already admitted it to us, even though we saw through you before you actually told us.”

“Why the sudden change? You used to be cuter about it. Giving her puppy dog eyes when she wasn’t looking, talking about her so sweetly, and trying to do small things for her or be around her. Why did you get aggressive now?” Jin asked, looking concerned.

Jimin sighed. “I’m sorry about that… I guess I’m just jealous and you know jealousy doesn’t suit me well.”

“Jealous of who, though?”

“Yoongi hyung.” Jimin admitted shyly.

“Why Yoongi? You shouldn’t be jealous of him.” Joon said.

“But those two are well matched in personality and get along really well. They’re practically different gendered versions of the same person. And I saw how she was leaning over him in the studio when we went in to record vocals. They have to like each other.” Jimin whined, giving in to self-pity. But when he was met with stifled laughter and not soothing remarks as he’d expected, he asked “What?”

“Honey, Yoongi and Sun won’t ever be together.” Jin said.

“Why not? They’d be good together.”

“Because Yoongi is dating Hobi now.” Joon said matter-of-factly.

Jimin’s eyebrow’s shot up and his expressive face portrayed nothing but shock. “They’re dating now? When did this happen?”

“Just a few days ago.”

“How come you two know about this and I don’t? Does everyone know but me?”

Joon laughed. “No, we’re the only ones that know and even that’s a fluke. We happened to come into the room at a bad time and caught them kissing, so they more or less had to tell us what was going on.”

“I knew it would be those two.” Jin announced smugly.

“So that means… Sun isn’t interested in Yoongi?” Jimin said, trying to comprehend everything. Before anyone could respond to his question, he shot himself down. “She’d never go for me, though. I’m younger than her, practically a baby in her eyes, and I’m not in peak form… I’ve still got chubby cheeks.”

He’d missed Hobi coming into the room, though, and jumped when the elder countered his pity party. “Actually, Jiminie, I happen to know that Sunnie is quite fond of you.”

“How do you know?”

“She’s my sister, duh. She tells me almost everything.”

“You’re bluffing just to make me feel better.” Jimin accused.

Hobi held up his hands. “I wouldn’t lie about this. How could I when she’s so cute whenever she gushes about you?”

Jimin turned pink at that. “Sh-She gushes about me?”

Hobi beamed and came to sit next to the younger. “Of course she does. Even did the stereotypical ‘roll-around-on-the-bed-nearly-squealing-into-a-pillow’ you see in chick flicks once. And for your information, she happens to really like your chubby cheeks. She just likes you over all. She’s honestly afraid you won’t like her. Thinks she might be too old for your liking.”

“See, Jimin. Now you really need to tell her.” Jin teases, smirking.

“And now you don’t have your insecurities to hide behind.” Joon added.

Hobi set a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “You should really do it, Jiminie. If you don’t, you could end up regretting it later. And I think you both would be happier together...”

“Okay. I’ll tell her.” Jimin consented, blushing only slightly at the thought of going through with it. “I’ll tell her I like her.”

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Jimin then left the room and went to his own, trying to soak up the new information. Hobi hyung really wouldn’t lie to him. And that meant Sun really did return his feelings. There was hope yet as he thought of how, when, and where to confess to her.

After Jimin had been gone a few minutes, Hobi got up, too. “I’m going to go talk to Sun about this. And no, I won’t give anything away. I just want to drop a hint again.”

“You really want those two together, don’t you, Hobi? Your hints have been coming more often.” Joon observed.

“I just think they’d be good together. She can ground him while he boosts her up. And I saw them both show interest in the other back when Sun started as our choreographer. Actually, I saw just a hint of it the first time I introduced her to you guys.” Hobi responded.

Jin cooed, eyes lighting up. “You’re right! I noticed that, too.”

Joon hooked an arm around Jin’s waist, nearly pulling him into his lap. “We should let him go, Seokjinny, otherwise he might miss talking to Sun and getting this relationship rolling.”

Hobi rolled his eyes. “You guys are gross. Go to one of your rooms so you don’t traumatize anyone else.”

As he left the room, he heard Jin call after him “As if you and Yoon are any different.”

He chuckled to himself as he made the quick journey up to Sun’s dorm, but met her on the stairs.

“Coming down to see us?” Hobi asked.

“Getting the mail, actually. Why?”

“I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh god. Talking isn’t always good… What do you want to talk about, Hobi?” Sun asked cautiously, leaning against the railing. “We just saw each other not too long ago.”

“About Jimin.” He responded, dead serious.

“Now? Really?”

“Yes, really. You should tell him you like him and give each other a chance for happiness.” Hobi said, cracking a smile.

Sun rolled her eyes and continued down the stairs. “Why do you keep coming back to this, Hoseok? I do like him, but I’m just not sure it would work out between us.”

“How would it not? You have similarities and you would honestly make the cutest couple.”

“I beg to differ. You and Yoongi are pretty cute and you can’t knock the adorableness of Jin and Joon. And our similarities are basically summed up in the fact that we’re dancers.” Sun replied, hopping off the last step and into the lobby of their building. Pulling out her keys, she continued “Besides, I don’t even think he sees me that way, Hobi. Sure he’s been sweet around me, but I’m probably just like a sister to him. He doesn’t seem the type to date older women, anyway.”

As she opened her mailbox, Hobi tried countering her. “You’re not that much older than him, Sunnie. And what if I could assure you there’s some interest on his part?”

Closing the mailbox again, Sun squinted at him. “How could you be sure? Jimin is friendly by nature, especially with girls.”

“I think it’s different with you, though.” Hobi said, following her up the stairs again.

“Why are you so insistent with this?” Sun asked without looking at him. She wasn’t exactly unhappy to think about Jimin returning her feelings, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up if that wasn’t the case.

“I’m insistent because I think you should find someone, Sunnie. I know you’re capable of being on your own, but you can’t tell me that you don’t want some affection. Someone to take care of and to take care of you.” Hobi said.

Sun was quiet until they got closer to Bangtan’s dorm again. “I’m not sure it’s different with me, Hobi. He flirts; I see that. He could have anyone he wants. And there’s the issue of me being Bangtan’s choreographer. Would it be smart for me to date Jimin? Wouldn’t that be breaching some sort of work protocol or something? It wouldn’t work out between Jimin and me.” She then went back up to her dorm, leaving Hobi standing on the stairs.

He stood there for a few minutes, hoping she might come back, before going back to the Bangtan dorm and immediately searching for Yoongi.

Jimin, meanwhile, was curled near the door, staring into space. He’d heard what Sun had said to Hobi… ‘It wouldn’t work out between Jimin and me’. It sounded as if she didn’t, and possibly never did, have feelings for him. That meant his hyungs actually lied to him. Jimin clenched his hands into fists and stood up, storming to his room. On his way, he passed Jin, but said nothing, closing and locking his door once there.

Jin followed and knocked on the door, having already heard the click of the lock. “Jimin? Is something wrong?”

“Go away!” Jimin yelled. Jin was one who assured him confessing to Sun was a good idea. It would have been embarrassing to confess to her if she didn’t feel the same way. “She probably would have laughed at me.” He mumbled to himself. “So much for hoping.”

A wave of wet anger hit him when that tumbled from his lips; the kind of anger that brought tears brimming. Impulsively, he acted on that anger and grabbed the first thing he could reach on his desk, throwing at the wall across the room. It broke and Jimin threw himself onto his bed.

Jin heard the crash and knocked again, a little more insistently. “Jimin? Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Go away!” Jimin yelled again.

Joon came up to Jin and started pulling him away from the door. “Leave him be right now. Whatever he’s going through, he needs time to deal with it on his own.”

“But that crash…” Jin started to protest.

“We’ll keep an eye on him and approach it again later if need be. And he’d be smart enough to come out if he hurt himself.” Joon said, ever the logical one. Jin allowed himself to be pulled away, but not without glancing back at the door again.

Jimin stayed in the room the rest of the night, alternating between pacing and lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. Tae, his roommate, decided to leave him alone after hearing what happened from Jin and slept in someone else’s room.

In the following days, Bangtan tried walking on eggshells around Jimin, since they didn’t know what had set him off in the first place. But Jimin acted like everything was normal as the group geared up to film the music video and the dance practice video for their new song.

Sun wasn’t required to be around as much during this stage of things, but she stayed around in case she needed to be consulted and to support Bangtan. It was in the moments of overlap between Jimin and Sun that something off became apparent. Any time they passed each other, he quite pointedly looked away from her, face set tight. When they were near each other or had to speak, Jimin only said what was necessary—something that both went against his nature and how he had been around her previously.

Sun picked up on the younger’s mood shift quickly—he was giving her the cold shoulder—but couldn’t figure out why. Had she done something to offend him somehow? Hobi still insisted that Jimin liked her, but Jimin’s expressive face gave no hint at it.

After they finished a day of filming for the music video, Jimin got ready to leave; quicker than usual.

“You off somewhere?” Tae asked, slinging an arm around his friend.

“I actually have a date tonight, so don’t expect me back at the dorm anytime soon.” Jimin answered.

“Jimin.” Jin said warningly, turning to face the younger.

“I know, Jin, I’ll be back by curfew.” Jimin sighed, pulling away from Tae. “Now I really need to go. I don’t want to be late.”

Hobi came up with Yoongi, practically hanging off the elder, and asked “Where is that boy rushing off to?”

“A date, apparently.” Tae answered, shrugging.

Hobi frowned slightly and caught Jin’s similar expression, but said nothing. Instead he looked for Sun, who had stayed to watch the filming, and nearly bounded over once he saw her. “Sunnie, are you planning anything tonight?”

“I was going to spend some time dancing in the studio before watching a movie back at the dorm, why?” Sun returned, readjusting her bag’s strap on her shoulder.

“Just wondering.” Hobi said quickly. “You’re always welcome at our place if you want.”

“I know. You never fail to mention that.” Sun said. “But I’m fine on my own.”

“Have a good night, Sun.” Yoongi offered, stopping Hoseok from saying anything else.

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That pattern continued for another week; Jimin going out on dates every few days and Sun keeping to herself.

On the last day of filming for the music video, Jin stopped Jimin on his way out. “Do we get to meet this girl you’ve been going to see?”

“Maybe. I’ll see if she wants to meet you guys.” Jimin answered, keeping it vague and noncommittal.

“Do we at least get to know her name?” Jungkook asked. “That is, if it’s been the same girl every date.”

Jimin punched Jungkook’s arm. “Of course it’s been the same girl. And her name is Yeseul. There, happy now?”

Jungkook snorted and Jimin took that as assent, so he went off to his date.

Hobi noticed Sun’s face scrunched slightly when Jimin mentioned the other girl, but it quickly smoothed out into a careful mask. “Want to come over for dinner, Sunnie?”

“No thank you. Still working on some solo dance stuff. You know I like keeping busy.” Sun replied.

“I can go with you, Sun noona. I kinda want to practice, too.” Jungkook offered. It was a partial truth; he’d noticed Sun was going to the studio more often than usual and didn’t want her to overexert herself.

Tae pounced on Jungkook out of nowhere. “But you said we’d play videogames tonight. And besides, you don’t have anything to practice. You’re the golden maknae and you already have the choreography down.”

“Go play video games with Tae, Kookie. You need to relax and you do have the choreography down already. I’ll see you guys tomorrow when you start filming the dance practice video.” Sun said with a small smile before leaving.

And she did see them the next day… Along with Jimin. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t avoid looking at him; the room’s countless mirrors made sure of that. They caught each other’s gazes a few times, but quickly looked away.

Some subconscious part of Jimin, still fueled by anger, wanted to make Sun jealous. So he looked over to the other maknaes and spoke a little louder than necessary so he was sure she’d hear as well. “I guess I can tell you guys a little more about Yeseul. She’s a talented artist; a couple years younger than me, but she utterly adores me. Calls me oppa all the time in the cutest way.”

Sun did overhear and kept her face impassive, putting on a front and acting as if it didn’t bother her. But deep down, she was hurt, although this meant that her previous fears were right—he went for younger girls and had no interest in her. As soon as she could, Sun gathered her stuff and went to leave the practice room they were using; they could finish without her.

Hobi peeled himself from Yoongi, who was watching a playback of a shot, and caught her before she could slip out. “Sunnie? Why are you leaving?”

Sun gave what she hoped was a casual shrug. “It seems like I’m not needed here anymore, you guys are practically done. I thought I would head home.”

“I thought you would stay. We’re probably going to celebrate after.” Hobi said with only a slight pout.

“And have to deal with you all even longer? Yeah right.” Sun responded. She tried lightening the mood with humor and hoped it diverted his attention from anything deeper. “Besides, this is kind of your thing to celebrate. Another comeback for Bangtan, so it should just be Bangtan.”

He rolled his eyes. “You know you love us. And you’re a part of Bangtan, too.”

“Behind the scenes. You should celebrate with your bandmates.” Sun countered.

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you go. But if we get dessert, I’m bringing some up for you. I know you have a sweet tooth.”

She cracked a smile before attempting to act serious again. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. You know sweets are my weakness.”

Hobi then let her leave, going back over by everyone else. Sun jogged out the building and went back to her dorm, keeping careful composure until she was safe behind her own door. That’s when she let out all the pent up emotions she’d been shoving under mask of being fine and cried.

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The day after Bangtan’s celebration for the comeback, Hobi took a box of their dessert from the takeout bag left in the fridge.

Shuffling into the kitchen, Yoongi quirked an eyebrow at him. “Really, Hobi? You should eat something else first.”

“It’s not for me, Yoon. I promised some to Sun yesterday, so I thought I’d run it up there now before anyone else scarfs it first.” Hobi answered.

It seemed to appease Yoongi, because he didn’t say anything else. Hobi then quickly climbed the stairs to Sun’s dorm and let himself in; he knew she was awake by now and kept her door unlocked for his visits.

But once he opened the door, he heard sniffling. Rounding the couch, he saw Sun curled in on herself, sporting red and puffy eyes indicative of crying. Hobi set the dessert aside and plopped next to her, gathering her into his arms and giving a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“What’s wrong, Sunnie?” He asked softly, resting his cheek on top of her head. He knew she liked being cradled when upset; cocooned so she felt safe from the world.

Sun nestled into Hobi’s embrace, contemplating trying to make something up. But when it came to emotions, specifically tears, Hobi could tell what was false, so she knew it wasn’t worth it. After collecting her thoughts for a silent moment, she responded “It just hurts. I honestly thought Jimin liked me, like you said, but the past couple weeks disproved it. He’s gotten cold towards me. I don’t even get sisterly affection like before. It shouldn’t hurt… He’s entitled to date whoever he likes… I just thought… Hoped…”

“Sunnie… He does like you, though. I don’t know what he’s doing with this other girl.” Hobi said in an attempt at comforting her.

But Sun wasn’t having any of it. “Enough, Hoseok. I’ve allowed myself to cry, now I need to get over it.” She said, pulling out of the cocoon embrace she normally reveled in. “I’m going back to the dance studio. Please put the dessert in the fridge before you leave.”

After Sun left, Hobi pressed his lips into a thin line and stormed back down to the Bangtan dorm, blowing past Tae and Kook to find Jimin. Yoongi sensed something different in Hobi’s mood—something he hardly ever saw—so he followed his boyfriend to hopefully mediate, on top of seeing whatever happened.

Yoongi got to Jimin’s room in time to see Hobi standing over the younger, face set like stone and eyes sparking dangerously. He looked like he had during the Bulletproof and No More Dream eras; ready to go on the attack.

“Park Jimin, what the hell? Why did you suddenly start giving Sun the cold shoulder? You’re frankly acting like a douche towards her. Did you know that what you’re doing hurt her? And what’s with the girl? Do you ever really like her, Jimin, or are you just using her?” Hobi nearly growled, shoulders tense.

Jimin looked mildly terrified at seeing this side of Hobi, so Yoongi came and set a hand on Hoseok’s arm, willing him to calm down.

The commotion drew Jin to the room and, as always, Joon followed close behind. “What’s going on here?” Jin asked.

“Jimin’s been playing some sort of sick emotional game with Sun. His behavior lately, as you’ve noticed, has only been sour towards her and he rather suddenly had a girl to go on dates with after expressing no interest in that previously. Sun tried to hide how hurt she was, but I found her this morning, the traces of having cried clear on her face. She was more affected than she let on.” Hobi announced, looking away from Jimin for the first time since he entered the room.

“But why would she be hurt? I heard you two talking weeks ago, Hobi. She said it would never work between us! You lied and told me she liked me, too… Why would you do that?” Jimin whined.

Hobi softened slightly and said. “I didn’t lie. She does like you. A lot. And you misheard our conversation. I was telling her about your feelings for her and she was just trying to convince herself that you didn’t, so she wouldn’t get hurt. She’s convinced you would never like her and only see her as an older sister. She thought I was lying to her about you.”

“See? We didn’t lie. You just jumped to a conclusion with limited information.” Joon said.

Jin sighed. “He means that you got a little ahead of yourself and didn’t question anything. Jimin, honey, we’d never lie to you about that. Especially Hoseok. He wants you and Sun to work out so much…”

“What do I do?” Jimin asked plaintively. “I don’t know if I can fix it with her. I probably screwed everything up…”

“You should at least go apologize to her. I don’t know if it will fix things, but she at least deserves to hear everything from you.” Hobi said, tone serious.

Jimin looked at Hobi, then Jin and Joon, guilt plain on his face. Yeah, he’d wanted to make Sun jealous after he thought she didn’t have feelings for him. But the fact that she’d been affected by his behavior disproved those thoughts. After being sat down again, he realized how much of a jerk he’d been.

“Okay, I’ll go apologize to her. She’s up in her dorm, right?” Jimin asked, getting up.

“Actually, she went to the studio. She’s been spending a lot of time there lately.” Hobi answered.

“Jungkook noticed that, too.” Jin offered. “He saw her there a few times and heard her mention going a lot more. Every day, I think.”

“I think she’s spending too much time there… Close to overworking herself.” Hobi added quietly. His mood became somber and he leaned into Yoongi for support.

Without another word, Jimin left the Bangtan dorm to go find Sun. He knew what it was like to push yourself in dance; he’d done it before. He kept a quick pace the entire way to the preferred studio Bangtan used and absently wondered how to find her among the multiple rooms. But apparently only one was in use; he heard music pumping from the farthest practice room. He went towards it and stopped just outside, peeking through the glass window in the door.

Through that window he saw Sun dancing, moving to the beat of the music perfectly. The music stopped and Jimin was afraid he’d been spotted lurking outside the room—he doubted he was the person she wanted to see right now—but Sun just started the song over before throwing herself into the routine again.

Seeing it made Jimin remember why he fell for her in the first place: her dancing seemed to call to his very soul. She moved like smoke—so effortless it seemed like she never needed to practice and so fluid it seemed she was something beyond human.

Bringing himself back from the reverie, Jimin focused on the schedule outside of the practice room Sun was occupying. She’d been here all week for at least two hours each day, if not more.

A sudden thump from inside the practice room snapped Jimin’s attention away from the schedule. Had there been an intentional drop to the floor in Sun’s routine? He’d seen her and Hobi do it before, perfectly in synch, but this didn’t look intentional. Sun was on the floor, holding her leg as the music played on.

Even if she hated him at this point, Jimin wasn’t going to let her deal with an injury alone, so he pushed into the practice room and strode over to her.

Sun looked up, surprised, and asked “J-Jimin? What the hell are you doing here?”

Jimin crouched next to her and fluttered his hands around where she held hers on her leg. “How much does it hurt?”

“I think I just pulled a muscle. I’ll be fine. It’s not like this is the first time it’s happened.” Sun answered, trying to swat his hands away.

Jimin ignored her and pushed her hands out of the way, softly kneading a knuckle into the muscle just above her knee, where she’d been holding. Sun sucked in a breath, nearly hissing, and clenched her hands. “Yeah, that’s a pulled muscle. You need to go back to the dorm and rest.”

“I can do that myself, thank you very much.” Sun growled.

Jimin backed off and stood, going to stop the music, but kept a watchful eye on Sun. She tried standing up, but once she tried putting weight on her injured leg, she flopped back onto the floor. “At least let me help you stand.” Jimin said, moving over to her again and offering a hand.

Sun looked at him defiantly, but took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. She limped over to her bag and hauled it onto her shoulder, then went to the door of the practice room. Jimin followed as she made her way down the hallway and outside of the building. She stopped just outside and leaned on the nearest thing at hand.

“I can make it there myself.” Sun said.

“I can make sure you get there.” Jimin returned.

When she tried walking again, Sun quickly went back to leaning on the closest thing and a pained look crossed her face.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m helping you back to the dorm whether you want me to or not. I don’t want you collapsing on the street.” Jimin said, going over and removing her bag from her shoulder. He tossed it over his own before looping an arm around her waist to help support her. They made their way down the street to the dorm this way until they got closer to home. He could feel that even with the support, Sun’s leg was tired, so once their building was within sight he scooped her off her feet and carried her the rest of the way.

Once outside her dorm, Jimin looked to Sun with a measured look. “Keys?”

Sun rolled her eyes and fished her keys out of her pocket; it was obvious he wasn’t going to set her down. She managed to unlock the door before Jimin pushed his way in, kicking the door closed behind them, and took her to her bedroom to set her on the bed. He disappeared into the kitchen to find an ice pack, what with all the accidents that happened in and out of Bangtan, and wrapped it in a towel before returning to place it on her sore muscle.

“Do you want some food?” Jimin asked.

Sun wanted to refuse, but the already slightly dismayed look on Jimin’s face made her rethink. “There should be some of your dessert in the fridge, courtesy of Hobi.”

When he came back with the dessert and a utensil, she snatched it from him and said “Okay. You can leave now. I’m fine. Thank you very much for helping.”

Jimin shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to stay a while to make sure you’re really okay. I have nothing else to do anyway.”

“What about your girlfriend?” Sun snarked, digging into the dessert.

Jimin looked down at Sun’s covers, running a finger over a single part of the pattern in a somewhat nervous gesture. “I’m going to break up with her…”

Sun nearly spit out her mouthful of food, but managed to swallow it down without choking. “What? I thought you really liked her, based on how you were bragging.”

“She never had my full attention; it was always you, Sun. I played up everything around Yeseul to try and make you jealous. I thought you didn’t like me at all after overhearing you talking with Hobi… Yeseul is great and all, but she’s not you.”

“But I’m older…” Sun managed, dumbfounded. Any other words stuck to her tongue and refused to be dislodged. Hobi hadn’t been lying to her about Jimin having feelings for her and she was now getting an explanation direct from him.

Jimin smirked slightly. “Yeah, it’s nice to be called oppa, but I want you. I could actually use a noona more than a dongsaeng.”

Sun blushed at that and couldn’t find any snark to throw at him as she normally would… or any response in general.

Jimin sucked in a breath and finished the confession. “I love you, Mi Sun.” There was no better time for it than now and she hadn’t outright rejected him yet.

There was a pause preceding Sun’s response and in that time, she slid her hand across the bed cover to still his continued fidget. Then, in the softest voice Jimin remembers ever hearing from her, she said “I love you, too, Park Jimin.”

The way she said it contrasted directly with how Hobi had said it earlier—soft and vulnerable versus tense and menacing—making his heart squeeze in a different way.

A full eye smile spread over Jimin’s face and he couldn’t help but throw himself further onto the bed to envelop Sun into a hug.

She set her desert aside, somewhat awkwardly, and hugged him in return. “It’s good to see that smile back, Jiminie.”

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Yubin woke up and rubbed a hand over her face, blearily wishing she’d closed her curtains. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but after coming back from the dance studio it had sneakily overtaken her. Now she felt disoriented; everything that happened earlier seeming like a dream. The pulled muscle, being carried inside, eating the gifted dessert, and the confession from Jimin… And then it hit her fully. That hadn’t been a dream. Without thinking, she mumbled “Jimin.”

She felt a hand on her shoulder preceding Jimin’s soft voice. “I’m right here, Sun.”

Sun rolled over from where she’d ended up facing the window to see Jimin still perched on the edge of her bed.

“How long was I out?” She asked, pulling herself up to sit against the headboard.

“Only forty-five minutes.”

“And you didn’t move the entire time? That’s a little creepy, Jiminie.” Sun teased.

Jimin blushed and moved to pull his hand back, which was resting near Sun. “I-I didn’t mean to be creepy or anything, but I didn’t want to just leave while you were asleep… And I didn’t watch you the entire time. I took the dessert back to the kitchen and put your ice pack back in the freezer.”

Sun grabbed his hand before he could pull it away and laced her fingers with his. “It’s fine that you stayed. Thank you for helping while I was asleep. But did you at least let the others know you were here with me? You know how Jin gets.”

“… I forgot.” Jimin said sheepishly.

“You should go downstairs to let them know you’re alright, or if you insist on staying here, at least send a text.” Sun said.

Jimin then grabbed his phone, having to let go of Sun’s hand, and sent Jin a quick text to let him know he was fine. Just as he took Sun’s hand again, his phone buzzed. Checking the message with one hand, Jimin pulled a face.

“What?” Sun asked, squeezing his hand.

“Jin hyung and Hobi hyung are coming up here to check on you.” Jimin answered. Seeing her slightly confused expression, he clarified “I told Jin hyung what happened earlier to explain why I stayed and he told Hobi hyung. Now they both want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Don’t seem so sheepish, Jimin. You did a good thing telling them about my muscle. Jin oppa was bound to want to check on me after hearing that and you know Hobi…” Sun said.

As if on cue, the front door opened and Jin called “Jimin? Sun? Where are you?”

“In here.” Sun called. She loosened her grip on Jimin’s hand in case he wanted to pull away in front of the others.

Jin and Hobi appeared in the doorway, but Hobi quickly pushed past to sit on the other side of Sun.

“I’ll go make food for you, so you don’t have to cook. You should stay off that leg for a couple days before slowly easing back into walking.” Jin said before backing out of the doorway. He could then be heard in the kitchen, grabbing whatever he needed for the dish already in mind.

Hobi then broke the ensuing silence. “Sunnie, why didn’t you tell me about the pulled muscle? I could have helped. And you really shouldn’t push yourself.”

“I know I shouldn’t, but you know how I get. I dance when upset as a way of venting. And honestly you couldn’t have done much. I was at the studio alone when it happened, but it turned out Jimin came to apologize at the right time and he helped me back here.” Sun said.

Hobi glanced at Jimin. “You two are better now?”

“We’re better now. We probably should have tried confronting each other about it sooner instead of doing what we did, but it’s all under the bridge now.” Sun said, readjusting her injured leg and sliding a pillow under it.

“So you forgive me?” Jimin asked.

“To a degree, but I won’t hold it against you.”

Hobi then watched them intently before noticing their hands. “Oh my god, are you two a couple now?”

Both Sun and Jimin blushed, but Jimin spoke. “Not officially… But I’d love to be her boyfriend if she’ll have me.”

“Just keep office romance in mind, you two.” Jin admonished, back in the doorway. He tried keeping his tone serious, but just a hint of mirth could be heard.

Hobi snorted out a short laugh. “Really Jin hyung? You’re telling these two to keep that in mind when both you and I are dating another member of Bangtan? At least there’s a degree of separation between Jimin and Sunnie.”

“I guess you’re right.” Jin said, coming closer and standing behind Jimin. “It’s just our little Jimin-ah’s first serious girlfriend.” He said, fondly petting Jimin’s hair.

“Jin hyung…” Jimin complained, turning pink again. “I’m not a child.”

“You’re the youngest in this room.” Sun supplied, earning a groan from Jimin.

“You’re not helping.” He said, pouting.

Jin then turned his attention to Sun. “You’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Jimin made sure I put ice on it as soon as we got back. And I ended up falling asleep, too, so I’m rested.”

Jin nodded, appeased, and petted Jimin again. “How about you? Did you sleep or eat anything since I last saw you?”

“No…” Jimin responded.

“You should go back to our dorm and get something to eat, then. And make sure to get some sleep, too.” Jin said before returning to the kitchen.

Sun smiled at him softly. “You really should, Jiminie. I’ll be fine here; Hobi can help if I need something and you don’t need to be attached to my side.”

“But…” Jimin started to protest.

Sun cut him off. “Hush. You need to take care of yourself. And if you’re worried about me responding to your offer, yes. I would love to have you as my boyfriend, so let’s make it official, but not rush into anything.”

***

After a few weeks, Sun was finally cleared to start dancing again and she was itching to get back to the dance studio. But Jimin wasn’t sure she should be alone yet—not that he didn’t trust her—so he offered to tag along for her first time going back.

“You just want to keep an eye on me, don’t you?” Sun asked, tossing her bag over her shoulder.

“No. I want the chance to dance with just you.” Jimin replied, grabbing his own bag.

Sun gave him a light shove. “Yeah right. You’re not a very good liar.”

“Okay, I do want to keep an eye on you. It’s your first time dancing again and I don’t want you to be alone like last time. Plus what I said before still stands. I’d love to dance with you one-on-one.” Jimin said earnestly.

“Fine, Jiminie, you can come. Just make sure to let someone know you’ll be coming.”

“Aye aye, noona.” Jimin smirked as he pulled out his phone.

After they left the dorm, Sun asked “Do you like bringing up the fact that I’m older?”

“What? No.”

“Then I don’t think you need to use the honorific with me all the time. If you do, I’ll have to start calling you dongsaeng.” Sun said.

They got to the dance studio before Jimin could say anything, but once they had a practice room, he caught Sun’s wrist, made her face him, and asked “What do you want me to call you besides noona? Sunnie? Jagiya?”

Sun met his eyes and blushed—both at the pet names and the intensity in his gaze—before looking away again. She was reminded why fans called him a flirt and a playboy when he acted like this. “It’s your choice, Jimin.”

“Sun…” Jimin started.

“Let’s dance.” Sun said brusquely, changing the topic. “We only have this room booked for two hours and you know how quickly that can go. The name can come later.”

They started by dancing some of Bangtan’s own songs from previous eras as a warm up. They both knew the choreography like the back of their hand at this point, so they settled into it quickly and didn’t need to learn or teach anything—they simply moved to the music.

Once they were warmed up, Jimin asked “What were you working on the last time you were here? It wasn’t anything from Bangtan and we don’t have anything new coming up. Was it a NEURON thing?”

“It wasn’t anything from NEURON, although I do break out those routines occasionally. I was actually working on my own choreography. Nothing fancy, just trying to keep my skills sharp even when I’m not working on stuff for Bangtan.” Sun said. She then scooted over to where her phone was and scrolled through her music library, trying to find something they could dance to next.

“That’s so cool that you’re working on your own stuff! What’s the music from? I only heard a small part before, but it sounded good.” Jimin asked.

“It’s nothing, really. The music is just instrumental. I got it from a friend who composes back in Gwangju. They sent me a small collection of various pieces with different vibes so I could challenge myself.”

“Let’s dance to something of yours, then.” He said excitedly.

“But you don’t know it at all.”

“Teach me. You’ve taught me choreography before and you know I pick up on things like this quickly. Just let me watch and then I’ll try to jump in.”

Instead of protesting further, Sun scrolled to the song she’d been dancing to weeks ago and blasted it through the speakers. She then threw herself into the routine, the moves already coming like muscle memory, as if they came from the song itself.

Jimin kept back and watched her, taking in everything that he could; the lines of her body as she moved, the transitions, and the moves themselves. When she jumped into the routine again, he jumped in, too, trying to mirror her movements.

On the next run through, Jimin was getting better at replication Sun’s exact moves, but after a while, he started improvising. He turned what was originally a solo into a couple’s dance, twinning their movements so they complemented each other. The music sounded like something that would be played at a nightclub—heavy bass and higher, more intricate synth parts—and Jimin could almost imagine that was where they were dancing.

At one point, he came up behind her, moving in synch, and grabbed her hips before pressing against her, never missing a beat.

When they finished, they were both breathing heavily and Sun turned to face him. “Jiminie… That was amazing. I never thought that could be for more than one person.”

Jimin set his forehead against hers, smiling. “I learn from the best.”

Sun gave a soft snort of laughter, but before she could mention her ‘dance prodigy’ thought, Jimin bent down to kiss her.

Sun froze in place, but rather quickly reached up to pull Jimin closer.

The change in song broke them apart, Jimin smirking ever so slightly. “Sun, I didn’t know you listened to ballads.”

“Like I said, that friend sent me different songs to challenge me. NEURON never did anything like this, so I taught myself.” Sun said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

Jimin then started swaying them from side to side in time with the music. “Do you have anything for this song yet?”

“No. Nothing permanent at least.” Sun replied.

“Then let’s improvise on this together.” He suggested before launching into exactly that; an improvisation based around the song playing. He was classically trained, so his lines were smooth and clean.

Sun, who was more accustomed to rougher styles like Hobi was, followed Jimin’s lead and fluidly moved with him. There were hints of ballet, other formal styles, and even some lifts involved.

Once the song had come to a close, Jimin held Sun against his chest. “I love dancing with you, Jagiya.”

“You like dancing with me because it lets you get super close.” Sun teased, her usual sass returning.

Jimin exhaled a soft laugh and purposefully slid a hand down to rest in the small of her back. They were flush against each other and both were very aware. “I hope to stay this close to you as often as possible… You are my girlfriend now.”

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Sun was waiting in the practice room for the boys of Bangtan to show up. Their comeback song this time, Dope, was extremely catchy and she found herself humming it every so often. As she waited, she fidgeted in the form of running through bits of the dance routine; made to be as high-energy as the song.

Suddenly, her arms were pinned to her sides as she was pulled back against Jimin’s chest. “Excited much, Jagiya?”

Sun tried looking up at him, but her head was tucked under his chin, making it impossible. “It’s all thanks to your new song, so it’s not my fault.” She mumbled, still trying to break free. She managed to turn her head and see Yoongi sporting blond hair and Jungkook with purple hair. Of course, new comeback meant new hair for Bangtan.

Sun really started wiggling to get out of Jimin’s grip and finally got him to let go. He was wearing a baseball cap, something that wasn’t usual for him, and had all his hair tucked up underneath it. “Jimin, your hair is dyed, isn’t it?”

“You’re crazy, Jagiya.” Jimin said, trying to deflect her.

“You don’t wear hats much, Jiminie. Now out with it.” Sun said, getting on her toes to try and knock the hat off. “Yoongi and Kookie aren’t hiding it, so why are you?”

“He’s afraid you won’t like it.” Hobi muttered from across the room. He then promptly hid behind his boyfriend when he caught Jimin’s glare.

But the distraction allowed Sun to stretch up enough to pull off the baseball cap, causing crimson locks to spill out. Dropping down from the ball of her foot, she gasped softly.

“Jiminie…” She breathed, staring. He started getting self-conscious, grabbing his hat again, when she continued “I love it! Red suits you so well.” Sun then pulled him down so she could run her hands through his hair.

Yoongi then cleared his throat to get their attention. “Sorry to break you two lovebirds up, but shouldn’t we be working on the routine?”

Sun stepped back and pulled on her professional air. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away there… Although I’m sure you had to pry Hobi off of you after he saw that blond hair, Yoongs. But let’s get to the routine, then. Just like last time, we’ll start it off at half speed and work our way up.”

Yoongi colored slightly when she called him out—since she was right—but went to the position he was given. They watched Sun and Hobi run through things first, since it was again those two who collaborated on it, before they all went through it together.

To no one’s surprise, Jimin picked it up quickly, but he didn’t flip his lid when Sun had to help anyone unlike last time.

During a break, Hobi struck up a conversation with her. “If you think the hair is good, I hear we’ll have costumes and characters for the music video. You should come with us when we shoot it.”

“Of course, I’ll come. PD-nim already told me that there would be choreography in the mv, so I have to be there officially.” Sun replied.

“Even if there wasn’t choreography in the mv, you’d still come, right?” Hobi pressed.

“Would that even be allowed?”

“I’m sure it would. You’re family for me and you’re dating Jimin now.”

“I’d love to go and watch you guys.” Sun said. “Now are you gonna dish on your reaction to your boyfriend’s new hair?”

Hobi blushed. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on. Yoongi already confirmed it without saying anything. I want to know how it went down, since you’re all in the same dorm. I had to wait to see Jiminie’s luscious crimson locks.” Sun said.

“Okay, ew. I don’t need to hear you talking about him like that.”

“You listened to me gushing about him like a schoolgirl and you have a problem with this? You wanted us together and we’re still new to dating. You know what that means? It’ll get worse as we fall deeper in love with each other.”

“Okay! You win. I did freak out a little when I saw that Yoongi had gone blond for this comeback. It was done at the main BigHit building, so I didn’t even see it right away—he and Jimin went together to get their hair dyed—but when the rest of us got there I think I actually squealed. He just looks so good with blond hair! The others did actually have to peel me off of him… I just wanted to curl up and keep running my hands through his hair.” Hobi gushed.

“I would say ew like you did, but that’s freakin’ adorable.” Sun grinned.