Jimin's POV:

'Aye I look so good. I thought to myself as I surveyed the selfie that I had just posted. I was sitting alone in my room, scrolling through Instagram.

'JIMINIE! Time for practice!' I heard Hobi screaming from outside my room and I rolled my eyes. 'I don't think I need to practice Hyung. I'm good enough.' I said.

Hobi was silent for a minute and then burst into my room, scaring me because I thought he had left. 'Jimin. What did you just say?' He asked in disbelief.
'Um. I said I think I'm good enough so I'll skip this practice.' I repeated. He stared at me, with wide eyes until I got uncomfortable. 'Um. Hobi? You good?' I asked and he snapped out of it. He broke into a smile and looked at me. ' Jimin. You don't mean it right. Come on, we all are lazy but we gotta do this for army!' He said and smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes and said. 'Hobi. I don't think I need to practice. I'm so good at dancing and singing already. I think I'm better than you at dancing now.' I said and laughed, not noticing Hobi's smile falling and being replaced with a look of hurt and anger.

'Oh. Well. Okay Jimin. Seems like your Instagram followers are much more important than us, hmm? Take your time and do whatever. I'm done with you. Ive tried so hard to be nice to you for these last few months. Did you notice I was the only member taking to you? You've let fame inside your head and that has messed you up big time. Even Kookie and Tae don't talk to you anymore. They're you best friends!  You've ignored us all. Just remember, change, or you might regret everything.' Hobi warned and I waved him away. 'Yeah yeah okay. Sure man.' I said and continued using my phone. I heard the door slam, indicating that he had finally left.

'Finally. Who does he think he is? My Guardian angle? Uh I can judge how good I am for myself, thank you very much. I didn't ask for a lecture.' I said. Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind against my face. I looked up and saw nothing. What the heck. The windows are closed. Where did that come from?' I questioned and shrugged my shoulders. 'As long as it didn't hurt, I don't care.'

Then that's when everything turned black.

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