Jimin and Jungkook went straight to the hospital after they woke in the morning, as they walk towards the room the nurse directed them to, it was quiet, Jimin never liked hospital, he has always avoided them since he was young. His mom called him to bring some change of clothes and food, his father was being discharged from hospital in the afternoon, but he didn’t want to be in the patient robe. They reach the room his father was in, Jimin turns to Jungkook, he sighs and opens the door, his mom was not in the room,

“Hey dad,” he says coming in, Jungkook closes the door behind him as Jimin walks towards his father bed,

“Hey,” replies his father, “What’re you doing here, I’m coming home today.” Jimin stares at his father pouting,

“You scared me last night,” he says, glaring at him,

“I’m sorry,” says his father, he looks at Jungkook who was standing near the door, “Aren’t you going to greet me?”

“Sorry, uncle,” says Jungkook, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, just an old people problem,” replies Jimin’s father, “Your father returned to Seoul last night?” Jungkook nods his head, Jimin smiles at him, the door opens and Jimin’s mom walks in, she stares at Jungkook for a second, slightly surprised,

“Did you bring a change of clothing?” she asks, Jimin hands her the bag, “Your father is stubborn, I told him many times to not stress himself out because he has a weak heart, but does he listen to me.” Jimin chuckles at his mom scolding, he can tell she was still worried, but she seemed to be herself.

“Alright you boys go on your business,” she says, smiling, “Your father will be home in the afternoon, the doctor said he’ll be alright.” Jimin squeezes his father’s hand and they both walk out, as they walk out Jungkook pats his back and closes the door after him.

Walking towards the car, Jimin sighs relieved his father was gonna be alright, he laughs to himself for all the ridiculous thoughts he had last night, Jungkook gazes him,

“What’s so funny?” Jimin shrugs his shoulder, he takes Jungkook’s hand smiling,

“Thanks for being beside me last night,” he says, “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Because his dad was getting discharged in the afternoon, Jimin kept his day free so he can be home to help his mom around the house even if they had maids, he was still going through the shock of almost losing his father, he did not want to be far from his parents. He phones Taehyung and Mina of what happened, and they told him, they would come see him after they get off work but Jimin told them not too because his father does not like people seeing him vulnerable and he would be resting. Jungkook decided to come over later to keep him company since they were up half of the night.

 Jimin was on his desk computer searching things on how to take care of someone who has had a heart attack, while Jungkook was fidgeting with his Nikon Camera while sitting on the bed,

“You know I have been thinking,” says Jungkook, “I should do an internship.”

“Internship?” says Jimin, eyes glued to the computer, “What kind?”

“Photography,” he says, “I really want to focus on Film and photography, I decided to major in at UCLA, I’m gonna take it seriously this time, not just as a hobby.”

“Hmmm,” says Jimin, “You should, you’ve liked talking pictures since you were a kid, I don’t know why you put it off for so long.” Jungkook sighs,

“Cause of my dad, he wanted me to major in business, I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I double majored but with my track team, film became a nuisance, so I barely even went to the club anymore, but I have good experience, so I should be able to get an internship at an agency.”

“Hmmm,” says Jimin, eyes glued to the computer.” Jungkook takes a picture and continues fidgeting with his camera, Jimin eyes still glued on the computer, reading up on tips on heart attacks. Jungkook gets off the bed and stands behind him, reading over his shoulder,

“How to care for a heart attack patient?” he reads out loud, “what’re you doing, hyung?” Jimin sighs, scrolling through the pages, not hearing Jungkook,

“Ya,” says Jungkook, “I’m talking to you.”

“What?” says Jimin, distracted.

“You know your mom will take a good care of your father, even though they are fighting, she wouldn’t leave in a time like this,” says Jungkook,

“I know,” mumbles Jimin, “I just want to be useful, I feel like I have never done anything for my parents, I never worked a day in my life, I’m twenty-two years old and besides dancing, I haven’t accomplished anything.” Jungkook sighs, he grabs Jimin’s cheek, pinching it,

“Ow!” shouts Jimin, “What the ? That hurts.”

“Sorry,” says Jungkook, “I was just wondering where my boyfriend went, when did you start developing low self-esteem? You know if you want to you can work, no one stopped you.”

“Geez, thanks for the comfort,” says Jimin, Jungkook shakes his head, he was about to say something but his phone rings, he takes the phone out of his pocket, Jimin without turning around listens as he answers the phone. Jungkook hangs up the phone after being on it for a minute, 

“My mom needs help with something,” he says, “Will you be okay or are you gonna keep moping around?” Jimin shrugs his shoulders, Jungkook laughs and gives him a long kiss on the cheek, leaving his cheek slightly wet, he says bye to him and walks out of the room. Jimin wipes his cheek with his hand and sighs, he knew Jungkook did not intend to make him upset, he just did not understand how Jimin’s been feeling useless since last night, the heart attack made him reflect on many things, including his choices of careers.

His parents arrived home late in the afternoon, and after helping his mom settle his dad in the room to rest, he and his mom went to go sit in the living room. His mom sighs, exhausted, Jimin places a cup of tea on the table for her, she smiles taking the cup,

“When did you start serving me tea?” she says sarcastically, “Why? Feeling guilty?” Jimin rolls his eyes, ignoring her taunts, but smiling, he knew his mom was back to her normal self if had the energy to make fun of him.

“What did the doctor say?” fidgeting with his fingers, anticipating the answer but he knew from her facial expression it was not something good.

“Just what doctors usually say, he’s gonna be in bed for at least two weeks since he refused to stay at the hospital,” she says, shaking her head, “His stubborn, stressing himself over useless things, he needs plenty of rest, his heart can’t take any shock…” her voice trails of for a minute,

“So, I’m gonna must ask you to refrain from being so close to Jungkook in his presences,” she says suddenly, Jimin’s eyes widen at his mom request, surprised, but not understanding what she was referring to, his father has never seen him with Jungkook, he never even mention or spoke about Jungkook in front of his father. Jimin sits in silence, fidgeting with his fingers and biting his lower lip, anxious.

“I know this sounds unfair,” says his mom, “The abortion took a toll on him and with him working late hours and not getting enough rest, his blood pressure went high, I’m not asking you to not be with Jungkook, I’m just asking you to keep it a secret for now, we have to do our parts to make sure his heart is at ease.”

Jimin sat at the chair beside his father’s bed, his head lying on the bed, holding his father’s hand like he used to do when he was a kid when his father was ill, the first time he was hospitalized due to his heart problem, Jimin was only six years old. He walks up to his father, patting his head, not knowing when he fell asleep,

“You’re not the kid,” says his father, “Why sleep like that? Are you trying to injure your body? Why don’t you go sleep in your room?” Jimin sits up, rubbing his eyes,

“You’re awake?” he says, he looks at the clock and it was already nine o’clock, he stares at his father,

“Where’s your mom?”

“She’s doing something outside,” he replies, “How are you feeling?”

“Old,” replies his dad, chuckling, Jimin smiles,

“The doctor says you can’t strain yourself,” he says, “You have to rest for two weeks.”

“If I rest for two weeks, who is going to run the company,” replies his father, Jimin pouts, glaring at his father, he sits up,

“I will,” he replies, his father stares at him for a second before bursting out laughing, he winces in pain, placing his hand over his heart,

“You shouldn’t laugh too hard,” says Jimin but glad to see his father happy even if he was laughing at him,

“Then don’t make me laugh,” says his father, he squeezes Jimin’s hand, he was silent for a second before calling out Jimin’s name, his tone changing,

“You know dad supports you in anything you do, but as you can see I’m getting old, the only thing that kept running through my mind through the whole thing was who is going to take care of your mom and you if I was to die…”

“Dad!” says Jimin, angry, “Don’t say that, nothing will happen to you.” His dad sighs, gazing at him,

“Thank god I was able to pull back, your mom pulled me back. I was worried that I did not teach you how to be responsible and how to work hard because I have been spoiling you since you were a kid. You’re a bit immature despite being an adult and for that I blame myself, I want you to be successful in life, I’m working hard so you and your mom can have an easy life, I’m not complaining but…” Jimin sits in silence listening to his father, for once not getting annoyed or feeling like he was being preached too.

“You’re my only child,” says his father, “I don’t want strangers to run a company, I have been putting my blood, sweat, and tears into, I build it up for you, but dad understands you want to pursue a different career path so I’m not gonna force you. But I want you to think thoroughly about your future, mom and dad are not going to always be with you, as you can see we are getting old, I just want you to rethink about your future.” Jimin was lost at words, realizing his father was making sense, all his life the things he has done have been for the benefit of his own desires, he never bothered to think about how tired his father was from working to provide for him, feeling guilty he starts to curse at himself in his mind, feeling selfish.

After the talk with his father, it was getting late, his dad told him to go and rest, Jimin sat on his bed, leaning against the headboard, replaying everything that happened before and after his father’s heart attack, he chuckles twisting the ring in his finger, feeling useless and shameful. His parents never pressured him into anything since he was young, he sniffs, holding back his tears at the thought of almost losing his father, replaying his mother and father’s words, realizing that he has not been a son to them, spent most of his time dancing, started going to school but dropped out, leans towards the drawer and opens it, taking out the acceptance letter from the Dance Academy, staring long and hard at it, he chuckles when he comes to a decision. He puts the letter back into the drawer,

You won’t have to be worried anymore, I’m going to be the son you always wanted. Your hard work will not go to waste. This is a sacrifice I am willing to make if it means you’ll always be a happy dad. I’ll take care of you guys like you took care of me even if It means I must start over, I’ll make sure to work day and night to meet your plans and expectations of me. I'll make you proud of me, just watch.