Jimin decides to practice hours, after hours.

He is both a dancer and singer in Hyuk Entertainment.

Everyone says he's perfect, but Jimin simply brushed off the compliments, deciding to practice harder-sing until his lungs gave out, dance until his feet were blistered.

You wouldn't think I was perfect until you've met me. Jimin thinks.

He receives hate, Jimin knows it's a regular thing for idols, yet he takes it to his heart.

After going ten hours without a meal, Jimin finds himself walking towards a café after disguising himself so both fans and haters don't recognize him. 

He decides to order a small salad.

He's stopped by a slightly taller man.

Jimin panics. Does he recognize me?

"Hey kid, shouldn't you be eating more?" The man asks.

I'm not a kid! Jimin wants to say. Instead he mumbles a quiet 'I'm not hungry' .

"Not hungry? That's impossible! In my opinion, there's always space for food. " The man grins wide. "My name is Hoseok, but you can call me J-Hope, because I'll be saving you!" J-Hope grins an even more wider smile, which Jimin thinks is impossible.

"Oh, thanks. But I need to go." Jimin muttered. 

"Wait a second," J-Hope scribbles furiously at a small piece of paper.

"This is my number.  Call me when you need help, ok?"

Jimin stares at the paper as if it grew wings. "Uh..its fine." How had he gotten into such a mess? Jimin mentally sighed.

"No, keep it!" J-Hope insists.

Jimin takes the piece of paper. "...Thanks."

"No problem! Have a nice day!!" J-Hope walks out.

"That was weird." Jimin mutters, pushing the paper deep into the pocket of his coat.