Lying awake that night, Birdie kept her tablet above her head, scrolling through articles on her phone. She was so wired for the concert tomorrow that she was having a hard time closing her eyes and going to sleep even though she knew she needed to for the day ahead. Flicking through her social media feeds, she let out a sigh. BTS hadn't even been back together that long and already the toxic "fans" were at it again. Some were saying how their comeback tour after only a few months back together was nothing more than a cash grab while others were being over personal with their personal lives. The one that stuck out to Birdie though was the Jimin stalker for lack of a better word. Her name was Sasayne Delulah, and now that Jimin was back from the army, she thought his next mission was to become her husband and was stealing anything with Jimin's face on it as part of a shrine to show her undying love to him.

"And of course the nut has to be from around here," Birdie muttered under her breath.

Catching a glimpse of the time, Birdie knew she had to sleep. She put her phone aside on the dresser as she tried to close her eyes and catch what little sleep she knew she would be able to. Unbeknownst to her, the purple heart charm that was about the neck of her cardboard cutout of Jimin started glowing.

- - -

When Birdie woke up the next day, the nightmare that had been her yesterday had all but disappeared. She was instead cocooned inside her blanket, snug as a burrito as her alarm continued blaring beside her like it had been for the last three minutes. She didn't have it in her to stand up. All she wanted to do was to lay there and let time pass until the BTS concert arrived. Adulting sucked the energy right out her.

"BERNICE!"

She closed her eyes when she heard her father's abrasive shout compete with her alarm, trying to visualize what she was in for when she got downstairs. It was a battle plan.

'He is most likely seated at the kitchen table with the newspaper like normal,' Birdie thought. 'He'll be dressed in a wrinkle free suit and frowning at the article he is trying to read because he can't focus since my alarm is distracting him...'

"BERNICE! GET DOWN HERE!"

Sighing, Birdie opened her eyes and slowly unwrapped her layers. As she sat up in bed, she shut her alarm off and looked towards her semi-open bedroom window. She had left it open last night because she had gotten hot right before bed trying to practice some BTS choreography for the concert in case there were any dance challenges. Apparently, it had been a bit windy last night though, which must have been the reason why she had wrapped herself up so tightly. There were papers on her desk that were all scattered about. As her eyes traced the papers, she noticed her cardboard cutout of Jimin was lying face down on the carpet. Birdie bolted up to try to grab it and set it upright when her father's voice cut through the air again.

"I'm sorry. I'll be right back," she said to the cardboard cutout, cramming her bare feet into slippers before making her way downstairs.

"You slept in," her father's voice came to her as she barely step foot off the bottom step of the staircase, moving to enter the kitchen.

"Morning to you too..." Birdie muttered as she went straight for the fridge, opening it and rummaging through the interior.

"What happened to your hair?" her father asked as she drew out of the fridge with a creamer container in her hand.

"Um sleep?" Birdie asked as she put the jug down and went to get some coffee from the coffee machine.

"It looks like a rat's nest," he said, the ruffle of the newspaper pages reaching her ears as she gritted her teeth.

'Keep your mouth shut, Birdie. Just focus on getting yourself coffee.'

"I suggest you go get it cut. We're having guests this afternoon and I want you to look nice."

"Guests?"

"Your grandparents," said her father.

Birdie slowly poured the coffee into a mug she had gotten down from the cupboard, adding some sugar to it before walking back over to where she had left the creamer container. She couldn't visit her grandparents this afternoon. Today was the day of the BTS concert, and if her father even cared about her, he'd remember that. However, Birdie was trying not to hold it against her grandparents. She knew they meant well and were trying to step up to be more in her life ever since her mother passed in an attempt to fill the void, which is more than she could say for some people. Birdie knew she would just have to figure out a way to squeeze both in. As she poured some cream into her cup, her father looked up from his newspaper towards her, frowning.

"Why are you using that mug?"

Birdie looked at the mug she had picked out. She noticed that it was one her mother used to let her use as a child. It was a white mug with little yellow chickadees all over it. Slamming the creamer container down, she glared at her father.

"I get you like to micromanage stuff on your stupid spreadsheets, but I'm not a spreadsheet! I'm your daughter. Your adult daughter! So, stop micromanaging me! Mom wouldn't care if I was using this mug if she was still here!"

Taking her cup of coffee, Birdie marched out of the kitchen and back up to her room where she slammed the door. A bit of the coffee jumped over the lip of the cup at her action and onto the t-shirt she had worn to bed, causing her to sigh.

"Ugh, I hate him so much!"

Taking a sip of her coffee to calm herself down, she almost choked on it looking at her cardboard cutout of Jimin who was still lying face first on the carpet.

'Is it...moving?' she thought.