Jimin’s POV

I smile in satisfaction as the cool liquid glides down my parched throat. I finish the whole bottle of water in under 20 seconds. That’s got to be a new record.

“Ahh, that’s good.” Despite being dead tired from practice, and still having two more practices later today, I’m happy. Dancing alone always makes me feel better, it reminds me why I started dancing in the first place. Don’t get me wrong I love dancing with the guys but the atmosphere gets to me sometimes. It’s just that whenever we practice at the studio with all the fangirls cheering, I feel like they only watch us because.... as vain as this sounds...we’refairlyattractiveguyswithnicebodies. Okay, I said it. I’m not being cocky, it’s the truth.  I want people to like me because of my skills, not for my body or face.

GrrrrRRRRhhhhHHHH

My stomach makes a sound like a dying whale. I didn't have time to eat breakfast this morning and my stomach is not happy. I drag my tired legs in the direction of the lunchroom. In my head, I plan all the things I’m gonna eat. Dumplings, bean sprout soup, kimchi chigae over rice. Wait..how much money do I even have...

I reach into my back pockets where I put my wallet, but my fingers only grab air. I check all my other pockets but they all come up empty. I sling my backpack off my shoulder and check in all the compartments and get the same result. No wallet. Did I take it out of my pocket? My stomach makes another unworldly sound as if in protest to the thought of no food. Practice room! I must've taken it out of my pocket so my stuff wouldn’t go flying across the room while I danced. I scurry back to the practice room, passing the courtyard, recording studio and weight room. Glancing down at my watch, I pick up the speed when I realize I only have 30 more minutes before lunch ends. Opening the door with one hand, I flip on the lights with the other. Bingo.

My Givenchy wallet sits where I left it on the table by the stereo. I quickly grab it, turn off the lights and dash back the way I came. I only stop when something catches my eye in the window outlooking the courtyard.

I practically screech to a halt not sure if I should look or just keep going. It’s probably just a squirrel but... my curiosity gets the better of me and I slowly backpedal towards the big windows.

Sitting at one of the benches is a girl reading some kind of novel and eating kimbap. I’m not sure if her hair is brown or black because of the way the sun bounces off of her tresses that are pulled into a sleek low ponytail. She’s so focused on her book that she nearly drops the kimbap on its way to . I guess the book just reached its because she puts down her chopsticks and adjusts her thick glasses, leaning in as close as possible. Even behind the thick frames, I can see her eyes widen. She squeals and in all her commotion, the book slips past her fingers in the process. She fumbles to catch the book before it falls to the ground and when she does, she rifles through the book frantically trying to find her place again. I chuckle at how clumsy she is, something about her seems familiar but I can’t pinpoint it.

“Chim Chim! Aren’t you gonna eat?!” I whirl around at the sound and see Taehyung running up to me, blonde hair bouncing from side to side.

I touch my pointer finger to my lips, “Shush! She’ll hear you!” I half-whisper half-shout at him while pointing towards the window.

His eyes follow my finger to the window and he smirks when he sees who I’m talking about. Taehyung, or V as his lady friends like to call him, has always been a casanova. The devilish grin on his face makes me think he's found his next victim, and for some reason, I have an overwhelming urge to make sure that doesn't happen. She looks way too innocent and good to meet a fate like that.

His laugh breaks through my thoughts, “Isn’t that Troublemaker?”

“Troublemaker?” I raise an