"I just want to help. Friends help friends." Jimin nodded as he got up and happily held onto Yoongi's shirt sleeve, skipping along after him like they were taking a walk in the park instead of a depressing cleaning trip in the mental hospital. "Do you think I'm cute? I hope I am! I want to be liked. Then you'll definitely be my friend."

"Jimin, stop bothering him." Namjoon leaned up so he could look through the door hatch, eyeing up the two with amusement. "He's a busy man."

"I know, that's why I help him."