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Five

20 March 2018

To say Jimin was tired would prove to be a colossal understatement. His eyelids were heavy and seemed to droop, accompanied by dark circles around his eyes and a lacking in his appearance. People had begun to notice—mostly Hoseok and Victoria.

Hoseok had frowned when he saw the man and asked if he was being kept up for the good reason, to which Jimin would laugh bitterly and mutter, "I wish."

The moment Victoria saw him, she went into mother mode and asked him if he was eating and why he wasn't sleeping. She checked his temperature with her hand and offered her shoulder as a sleeping place in case he felt the need. Jimin politely declined, but she didn't flinch when he ended up falling asleep on her anyway.

The real reason was less exciting. Suga had been taking over a lot lately. He would cry and throw tantrums and keep Jimin up all night clinging to him. Jimin felt as if he had a child at that point and he wondered miserably if Yoonji was being serious about her and the others taking over for a while.

It all made his inevitable walk home even worse. Victoria normally gave him a ride, but she had something to do that day. Jimin forgot.

When a shiny Ferrari rolled up next to him at a stoplight, Jimin didn't bother to gawk in awe as he usually did. He just wanted to sleep. But when the window rolled down and an obnoxious voice called his name, he couldn't help but sigh and turn his gaze to the douchebag in the car.

"Jimin!"

He knew this guy. Kyungsoo. Super rich and kind of a dick. Yet he was smiling.

Jimin gave him a tight-lipped smile and waved weakly. "Kyungsoo...hey....why..."

"What happened to you?" Kyungsoo asked with wide eyes. "You look worse than usual." He burst out in laughter at his own zinger, which Jimin only gave half-hearted 'ha's at.

"Nice talking to you."

"See ya 'round, kid!"

The asshole sped off and Jimin continued his walk silently, hoping that Suga wasn't around when he got home.

He entered the apartment, bracing for the cries and yells of the personality, but all he got was a casual Yoongi in only boxers, a piece of cold pizza in his hand. Jimin's face flushed at the sight of his exposed chest and slightly toned stomach.

"Sup, fucker," he said.

Jimin sighed and slumped his backpack on the kitchen counter. Of course. "Hey, Agust."

"What is Yoongi doing to his body?" he complained and grabbed some of the fat that layered his stomach. "I gave that dipshit abs!"

The younger shrugged. He always liked Yoongi's soft tummy. "You also gave him a butterfly tattoo and an HIV scare." It was only a few years prior that Agust had taken over Yoongi for almost two years where he got him tattooed, pierced, and screwed by people from all walks of life.

Agust scoffed, tossing the pizza on the counter. Jimin noticed that he put the nose ring back in the left side of Yoongi's nose. "He didn't have it." The older paused and watched Jimin carefully as he eyed the faucet letting out drops of water. It much reflected the sky outside, which was gray and promised rain.

"Jimin," he ventured, nearing the exhausted man. "Do you still have your abs?"

Jimin shook his head, unfazed by the question. Working out daily to keep his defined abdomen muscles was something that used to be meaningful to him. He'd always had a negative body-image, so when people would see his muscles and stare in wonder, it made him feel important. But as he got older, he realized that there were much more important things in life than having muscles or having people think you're attractive.