Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had been throwing around a football in the backyard before the wind picked up and Jungkook ran inside to grab a sweatshirt. He hadn't brought any with him, so he rummaged through Jimin's dresser to borrow one. As he did so, however, his eyes were snagged by the calendar tacked to the wall above Jimin's bed.

Therapist - 3:30 - 5:30 was written in Jimin's neat handwriting for the second Wednesday of the month.

Speech Therapy - 4:30 - 5:30 was scheduled for every Thursday.

Tutoring - 3:30 - 4:30 on Mondays.

The first week had been neatly crossed off with diagonal slashes, but the rest of the calendar remained blank. No clubs. No hanging out with friends. No sports.

It was empty, and it made Jungkook sad, although he didn't really know why.

He didn't keep a calendar, so it wasn't like he could compare his schedule to Jimin's, but he knew that if he did have one, they would be like night and day. Jungkook didn't have to attend any sort of therapy or get tutoring. Instead, he hung out with Sehun, Yugyeom, and BamBam occasionally.

Jungkook tore his eyes away from the calendar and grabbed a sweatshirt, shutting the dresser, but then he saw a pen laying on top and couldn't help himself, climbing up the ladder and kneeling on Jimin's bed before writing in a few new activities of his own (but being careful not to write over any of Jimin's previously scheduled days).

Saturday: Appreciate Jungkook Day 12:01 AM - 11:59 PM

Sunday: Love Jungkook Day 12:01 AM - 11:59 PM

Tuesday: Adore Jungkook Day 12:01 AM - 11:59 PM

Friday: Admire Jungkook Day 12:01 AM - 11:59 PM

Satisfied, he climbed back down the ladder, set the pen back down with a smile, and pulled Jimin's sweatshirt over his head before returning outside.

***

The three boys came in an hour later, tired, cold (except for Jungkook), and ready to just sit down and be lazy for a while. Jin collapsed on Yoongi's bed, his arm sore, while Jungkook and Tae both sad down on Hobi's because Jungkook was too lazy to climb the ladder up to Jimin's bed.

Jin turned over to lie on his stomach, and his phone slipped out of his pocket, falling off the bed and sliding across the floor a few feet away from Jungkook. "Hey, Kookie, can you toss me my phone?"

Jungkook nodded, ever the devoted maknae, and picked up Jin's phone, taking a peak at his notifications first. "Ooooh, hyung is so popular," he said, giggling, and Jin flushed.

"Just throw it back, Kookie!" he said, not wanting Jungkook to see what people sent him.

"Just wondering what you're up to, oppa," Jungkook read aloud in falsetto, and Taehyung snorted. "Ooh, here's a nice one that reeks of desperation. Just checking if you're free tonight. If you're bored, there are some people getting together later, and we'd love it if you came. Ooh, what's-"

Jin flinched as he saw Jungkook's eyes go wide and his face turn red, and he hurriedly got out of bed and snatched his phone back.

"What was it, Kookie?" Taehyung asked, propping his chin up with his fists, elbows digging into the mattress.

"It was a picture," Jungkook said, still shook. "A picture that looked a lot like a girl with no clothes on."

Jin squeezed his eyes shut and counted to three in his head before pleading his case. "Look, I don't ever read my messages unless they're from you guys, okay? People send me weird stuff! But I don't - I don't ever look at them-"

Jungkook crossed his arms and shook his head. "I am..." He shivered, clearly disturbed. "Yikes, hyung. Yikes."

"It wasn't my fault! I didn't ask them to send anything!"

"Well then how'd they get your number?" Jungkook asked.

"I don't know! Someone from football probably has it and they probably gave it to someone else and now everyone has it!" Jin said, quickly going into his phone and deleting all of the unknown messages he'd received that day, making sure not to open any of them in case he saw something he really didn't want to.

"Why are they even texting you, hyung?" Jungkook asked, frowning. "You're not even that much fun."

Jin sighed. "Thanks, Kookie."

"No problem, hyung."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, wanting to switch the subject, and decided to invade his siblings' privacy and search their items for any juicy secrets. He started going through Hobi's drawers, opening the first one and making his way down.

"Tae, what are you doing?" Jungkook asked, frowning.

"Searching for hidden treasure," Tae said, shutting the first drawer and checking the second, pushing Hobi's socks around in case there was a hidden latch on the bottom. "Blackmail material. That sort of thing."

Jungkook just rolled his eyes while Jin looked on, knowing he should scold Tae, but Tae wasn't four anymore. He was just a few years away from being an adult.

Which was terrifying. As it should be.

Tae sighed as he shut the last drawer without discovering anything he could use against Hobi before he got down on the ground and peered under Hobi's bed, finding nothing but dust bunnies, but as he went to get up, he noticed a dark rectangle stuck under the mattress. "Hey, Kookie, get off the bed for a second. I need to look at something."

Jungkook shrugged and got off, waiting to see what Tae had found, and Tae crawled a little farther under the bed before pushing the mattress up with one hand and waiting as the rectangle fell the the floor, as it had been caught between the mattress and the frame.

Coughing and trying not to swallow dust, Taehyung quickly grabbed the object and crawled back out from under the bed, coughing a few times and running a hand through his hair to dislodge any dust.

"What is it?" Jungkook asked, and Jin looked over, equally curious as Taehyung picked up the object and flipped it open.

"It looks like..."

Taehyung blinked.

The object was a book, with the words My Diary crossed out in heavy black sharpie.

"It looks like a diary. Or a journal, or something."

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know Hobi kept one."

Tae grinned up at him. "I bet it's Jimin's and he hid it under Hobi's bed because he's short and he knew Hobi wouldn't crawl down there." Tae began to open the cover. "It's probably full of sappy poetry that he wrote for a girl or some-..."

Jungkook tilted his head, impatient. "C'mon, what's it say?" he asked, moving closer and trying to sneak a peak over Tae's shoulder.

"Maybe we should just put it-" Jin began, but Tae cut him off.

"It's not Jimin's," he said abruptly, and Jin frowned.

"So it's Hobi's, then?"

Tae slowly shook his head before holding the book up and pointing to the inside cover.

The owner of this diary is ___________________

(Of course, diary had been crossed out once more.)

And on the line, in messy, scrawled handwriting, was the name .