Lia was sound asleep later that night with her head wedged between her pillow and the mattress; her thin gray sheet twisted about her body. She had, had an eventful day with her first job and with meeting Namjoon. She was completely bushed. She would have remained sound asleep if not for the sudden knock at the door.

Removing the pillow from her head, she looked over at her digital alarm clock to see what time it was. It was only two thirty in the morning. She sat up slowly, wondering if she dreamt the knock when she heard it again. Her first thought was that it was a burglar, but burglars didn't knock. She threw her feet over the edge of her mattress, slipping her bare feet into slippers as she walked out of her bedroom, flicking on the hall light so she could see her way to the door. When she reached the door, she peered out of the peephole to see a dark clad man there with some sort of bag draped over his arm.

This had to be the next one. She tried to recall their name. Namjoon had told her before they had parted ways. Her sleepy brain couldn't bring the name to her mind though as she unlocked the door. It was evident to the man before her that she was tired as he sheepishly bowed his head.

"Sorry...I just couldn't wait until a more decent time in the morning. May I come in? I brought snacks!"

He held the bag aloft then, causing a small smile to cross Lia's face as she stepped out of the way. As he moved to enter the apartment, she noticed that he was dressed in all black except for his feet which were bare. He padded into her place, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter. When he saw her shut the door, he immediately moved to yank the hat off his head. The blonde hair he was hiding underneath seemed to explode out in all its bedhead glory. His dark caramel colored eyes were the next thing to come into view along with an infectious mile wide smile.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't wait. Most times I'm a light sleeper, and so when I read Namjoon's note I just couldn't help myself. Do you realize how long it has been since we have talked to anyone?"

The man was babbling on and on as he dug two glass bottles of coffee out of the bag along with a container. From the looks of things, it looked like homemade cinnamon rolls.

"Sorry. I talk too much. I'm just...hyper."

Lia found herself wishing that she had that kind of energy in the morning, looking at the man full on as he faced her with that grin still on his face. She couldn't help but smile back.

"You're fine," she said as she walked over to him, holding out her hand. "My name is Lia."

"Jimin," he said as he grabbed her hand and shook it. As he brought his hand away, he noticed the silver guitar pick necklace around her neck that she had accidentally worn with her to bed. "I see what Namjoon means. Kookie does really trust and like you."

Lia felt her cheeks heat up with a flush as she looked down at the necklace.

"It's a good thing that he does. Otherwise we wouldn't have anyone to talk to," continued Jimin as Lia looked back up at him. "So, I brought coffee. Store brand, but still good. These cinnamon rolls aren't store brand though. Jin made these. You haven't met him yet, but he's our resident cook. He's amazing."

"Are you sure I'm supposed to be eating these?" asked Lia, noticing that the lid had a sticker with all the seven boys' names on it. Next to the name was the number of rolls they were allowed to have.

"Yep," said Jimin as he pointed his name out, pressing his finger down on the 'x2' that was beside it. "I get two, so you can have one of mine."

Jimin didn't waste any time with grabbing one of the cinnamon rolls, holding it Lia's way. She took it, lifting it to her nose to sniff it. The cinnamon sugar scent made her stomach rumble.

"I hope you know that I'm not going to be able to get back to sleep after this. Thanks for that," said Lia as she made her way to the living room.

Jimin chuckled, holding his cinnamon roll in one hand and the two glass coffee bottles in the other as he followed Lia into the living room. She moved to sit cross legged on the floor in front of the coffee table; Jimin moving to sit in the same manner beside her.

"So what did Namjoon say about me?" asked Lia as she ate.

"All nice things really. It was short and to the point," said Jimin. "And sweet like this roll..."

Lia laughed at the little awed eye roll Jimin gave as he took a bite.

"Really? I'm surprised. He didn't tell you how I forced him to have fun?"

Jimin nearly choked on the cinnamon roll in his mouth as he looked over at Lia, causing her to laugh again.

"You forced mister serious to have fun? You need to tell me about that right now."

"I took him to an arcade," said Lia. "It wasn't rocket science."

"And I thought you winning Namjoon's approval was hard enough," commented Jimin as he looked at Lia with a bit of awestruck wonder in his eyes. "You're amazing. I already like you."

Lia smiled as she watched Jimin stretch his legs out under the coffee table.

"So tell me about you," said Lia. "All Jungkook would tell me is that you're a free spirit."

"Free like my toes," said Jimin as he wiggled all them with a smile that caused his eyes to crinkle a bit. "But in all seriousness, I like looking at life as a new adventure every day, especially since I get to be stuck in an eternal Saturday."

"If I had to choose a day of the week to be stuck in, it would be Saturday," said Lia. "I mean, no worries about working a job. You can sleep in, observe the world..."

"Yes, but it leaves me wanting to contribute to the world," said Jimin. "The world is taking a breather and I feel that is all I've been doing. I just want to...I want to feel like I'm doing something beneficial."

Lia turned sideways some to face Jimin, propping an arm on the couch as she did so.

"I mean, sometimes the guys leave me a bit of work to do. I clean the apartment sometimes," continued Jimin with a shrug. "Most times though I just put on some music and dance."

"You dance?"

Jimin nodded as he shoved the last of the cinnamon roll into his mouth.

"I do. I was aiming to be a professional before...well, certain things."

She watched as he twisted the lid on one of the glass coffee bottles, sending a 'pop' into the air before he took a drink. Lia - despite thinking that she wouldn't get sleepy after eating the cinnamon roll - found herself stifling a small yawn as she finished hers.

"I'm sorry," said Jimin seeing her yawn. "I should let you sleep. We can talk more later in the day."

"I don't even know if I can get off the floor," said Lia sleepily from where she was half slouched up against the couch. She let out another small yawn as she laid her head against her arm and the couch cushion. "Think I'll just sleep here."

Jimin moved to stand to his feet, shaking his head.

"That won't do," said Jimin. "You have a bed. You need to use it."

"But I'm so lazy..."

"Don't make me do this."

Half amused out of her state of exhaustion, she opened one eye to see him walking closer to her.

"What are you doing?"

He proceeded to show her, moving to slip his arms under her and sweep her into his arms. He carried her bridal style towards her bedroom.

"What are you doing?" she asked again, chuckling when she felt his grip tighten.

He gently deposited her down on her bed, grabbing her sheet and throwing it over her.

"Making you get some sleep so you don't half sleep on the floor," said Jimin. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Which is just a few hours from now..." muttered Lia, already feeling sleep sneak in again. "Thank you for the roll, Jimin..."

"You're welcome. Thank you for being a friend," said Jimin. "I look forward to talking more in the morning."

Lia watched as Jimin quietly slipped towards the exit to her bedroom.

"Jimin?..." she whispered sleepily.

He paused in the doorway, turning to look at her. However, whatever question she was about to ask died on her lips as she fell asleep, snoring softly. Jimin smiled, tip-toeing back out into the other room. He shut her bedroom door partially as he quietly cleaned up the mess. He put her unopened coffee bottle in the fridge while finishing his open bottle. He then put the lid back on the container of cinnamon rolls before putting it back in the bag.

"Jungkook, you lucky son of a gun," whispered Jimin with a small smirk, shaking his head. "Thank you for bring such a ray of hope into our lives..."

Jimin finished cleaning up his stuff before taking a seat by the front door. He propped his back against the wall, eventually falling into a light sleep there. He didn't want to leave to go back to his place with her asleep and her door unlocked. He would protect this new hope they had no matter what.