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 An hour and a half (and a nap) later, I heard a knock on the door.

          "Yeah?"

          "Jin-hyung brought us lunch.  It's in the practice room."  Jimin.

          "Be right there."  I stretched and yawned.  I was still tired, but that was no surprise.  I had written a good deal before I had (inevitably) fallen asleep.  I put the papers in a folder and put the folder in the desk drawer.  I really didn't want anyone to find them.

          I walked slowly toward the door.  I almost jumped out of my skin when I opened it.  Jimin was still standing there, waiting for me. 

          "Whoa!"

          "Oh, I'm sorry, hyung.  I didn't mean to scare you."  Again, his demeanor was thoroughly concerned.

          My heart was racing.  It had been a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.  I hate surprises.  I guess that's why I don't like scary movies.

          "It's okay.  Thanks for waiting."  Without another word, I started making my way to the practice room.  Jimin draped his arm over my shoulder, and leaned his head on me.

          Now, if it had been anyone else, I would have shrugged him off.  I was still in that weird "not right" mood.  But Jimin is a very touchy person.  If he wants to put his arm over your shoulder, or around your waist, he does it.  And, strangely, I never minded Jimin touching me.  It seems to be his way of communicating without words, which was exactly what I needed right now.  I leaned my head on his for a moment, then entered the practice room.

          Jin, RM, and J-Hope were already there, setting everything up, but V and Jungkook were nowhere to be seen.

          I asked Jin if he knew what they were doing.

          "They were playing a game together in Jungkook's room when I told them.  They said they'd be here soon."

          As soon as the words left his mouth, the door burst open and the two youngest members ran in, laughing so hard no sound was coming out.  They were sure in a good mood.  Wish I could've said the same for myself. 

          "Well, help yourself," Jin continued.

          We all grabbed what we wanted, then sat down in a circle on the floor.  Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, then a conversation started. 

          "So, how's your project coming, RM?" Jimin asked.

          "It's coming," he replied evasively.

          "Do you want to share with us?" Jin asked with a chuckle.

          "Um...well...it's not really any good yet, and..." he stammered.

          Jimin started laughing, and threw himself against me.  I smiled faintly - not at Namjoon, but at Jimin.  I love the way he collapses onto whatever's nearest when he laughs - it's adorable.

          Namjoon tried to save himself by turning the question around.  "Have any of you been working on anything to contribute?"

          "Well, I started on something a while ago, but I haven't really developed it much," Jimin said, suddenly serious.

          I started to say that I had some material he could look over, but I got no further than, "I have some-" before V interrupted me, bursting out a random melody with no real words.

          My heart plunged to the bottom of the ocean.  Why was I so emotional today?  I stared at the floor.  I wasn't even listening now.  It wasn't such a big deal.  But when I was interrupted, it felt like I was being pushed aside, and that what I had to say wasn't important at all.  That hurt.

          Suddenly, I was aware that Jimin's hand was sitting on my thigh.  He was carrying on the conversation, but he kept looking over at me.  My face flushed.  I tried to send him a mental thank-you, but I'm not sure if he got it.

          The rest of the meal was a blur.  I spaced out for most of it.  Jungkook cleaned up, and Jimin decided to help him.  I went back to my room, to do nothing in particular.  I read a little, wrote a little, slept some more. 

          I was still feeling down.  I still had no clue why.  This was what was unusual about today.  Usually, whenever I'm not feeling right, I sleep; and when I wake up, I feel fine.  But today, it just wasn't going away. 

          Maybe I should talk to Jimin about this.  I don't know.  He didn't need to know my problems.  But he obviously knew something was off.  So should I tell him?  Maybe?

          I kept going in circles.  In the end, I decided I would walk around, and if I ran into him, I would talk to him.