A dinner with BTS.

The first contact after the dinner: Jimin and Yoo-na.

J Hope, Jin, and V went to the administrative office to get the girls' numbers. The justification was that they were good people, and they wanted to keep a friendship with them. They asked why they didn't ask for their numbers during the dinner, and everybody was amazed when they said they were too embarrassed to ask for them. So, they provided the numbers for the boys, and they got out of there extremely happy.

Jimin was the first to contact his army. He called Yoo-na on a Saturday afternoon, and they talked for a while.

"I'd like to see you again," said Jimin.

"You can come whenever you want," she answered.

"I think I'll be free next weekend, what do you think?"

"Perfect, I get out of the clinic at 2 p.m."

"Won't you be tired?"

"No, it's just a cesarean of a tiny dog. It's her first pregnancy, precarious."

"Ah, that's so adorable. So, can I go?"

"Of course. I'll send you my address. Do you come to spend the weekend?"

"I intend to."

"You can stay with me; I have a spare room."

"Oh, that's nice. We enjoy more time together, so I'll see you on Saturday."

"See you; I'm looking forward to it."

"Bye."

"Bye."

He was very excited; he would tell no one about his visit, but he couldn't hold himself back and told V, who was even more excited. That week flew like a hurricane. He didn't see the days passing by, and on Saturday, he was going to Daegu to meet Yoo-na again.

She was afraid to call him back, but there were some complications with the surgery, and she was getting out of the clinic at 2:45. Jimin was thinking about giving her time to freshen up, so he intended to arrive at 3 o'clock. But the plan didn't work; he had to wait at the reception because nobody was at the apartment yet.

"Hi!" she said desperately. "I'm so sorry, I had some complications." She was so beautiful.

"Hi." He said, astonished by her beauty. "No problem, I just got here."

"Let's go." She said, hugging him.

"Everything ok with the patient?" he asked.

"Yes, the mother is fine, but we lost one puppy; they were four; he had some respiratory problems, and we couldn't save him."

"Ah, that's so sad."

She was in a lovely apartment on the fifteenth floor of the building.

"Feel free, please. I'll fix a drink for you, and I'm going to take a shower."

"Thank you."

"Do you want some alcohol, juice, tea, coffee? I have everything here."

"Some juice will do it." they laughed.

"You live in a wonderful place."

"Thank you. It was a gift from my father when I finished college. I'm very grateful. My mom insisted on decorating for me."